Suh dudes and dudettes, how's it hangin? I haven't disappeared for over two months again so that's a good sign. Today I wrote a little piece off the top of my head because I can. It's shorter than usual, but I think it's pretty okay in terms of quality. This one-shot is mainly just for laughs.

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I don't own SVTFOE or any of it's characters. I do, however, own the words Brochacho and Brochacha! Now let's get into it...

Marco Diaz. The one kid at Echo Creek academy who seemed tolerable at first sight. He was good looking, brown hair and eyes with a well moulded face and a small mole placed on his right cheek, had a reasonable sense of style (even if it was a little simplistic with the same red hoodie and black jeans everyday), and he could hold a conversation if you ever started one with him. Yes, he had his down sides, but you wouldn't know it just by going and talking to him.

In this story, he was just taking a regular stroll. He was in the local park, hands in his hoodie pockets and eyes fixed on the ground beneath his feet. The soles of his shoes crunched against the falling autumn leaves on the path he walked, their colours being bright and elegant, contrasting the warmth of the afternoon. Most people who passed him said hello or gave him a quick 'suh dude', and he kindly returned their greetings. Seems pretty happy and nice, huh? Well, it was until he decided to sit down on one of the nearby benches...

He rested himself into the oak wood, paying no attention to his surroundings. He just wanted to sit down and rest his eyes for a minute, that was all. So he did. He was there for almost twenty minutes, just letting the world do its thing, trying not to get involved with it in the slightest.

He decided to do a little reading and took his cell phone out of his pocket, bringing it up to his face and looking over the choices of e-books he had to choose from. He settled on one he had read before and started to flick through the pages like it was no one else's business. The plot was simple, but well thought out. A boy, who was friends with a girl decide to go on a road trip. On that road trip, the girl gets kidnapped and its up to the boy to find her. The twist in the end was what sealed the deal though, it turns out, the kidnapper was actually the boy's friend all along, and he and the girl decided to prank the boy. Then he leaves the girl, abandoning their friendship. It's not a very happy ending.

He got about halfway through the book before he was interrupted by his phone ringing. The caller ID appeared on the screen. Huh, Jackie Lynn-Thomas? What could she possibly want? Marco brought the phone to his ear with a little surprise in his eyes.

"Jackie? Hey! What's up? I've been okay, how about you? Oh really? That's pretty cool. Oh, that's really cool..."

The conversation went on for a bit. Marco would usually be a stuttering mess around Jackie, but the thing is, she wasn't around. Over the phone, Marco was calm, cool and collected, even suave if you pushed him in the right direction. I suppose a lot of people are like that. Back to the conversation...

"Huh? Six o'clock? The movies? With me? Sure! I'd love to! I'll see you then!"

He pulled the phone away from his ear and immediately proceeded to do a series of fist pumps while whisper-shouting "Yes!" a million times over. Marco felt like the luckiest man alive, the feeling of being asked out by your life long crush, to him, was better than anything. Everything felt perfect. Still seems happy huh? Remember when I said it was until he sat on that bench? You're about to find out why.

Marco was so full of joy, he felt immortal! Like he could just run straight through a solid skyscraper and not melt any steel beams! (that's a 9/11 joke. I'm sorry but I'm not sorry.)

"I gotta go tell Star about this! She'll flip when she hears it!" he realised, running his hand through his hair in excitement. He then burst upwards and ran at light speeds towards his house, more eager than anything to tell his best friend about his recent success.

Except he didn't.

He thought he did, but he didn't. Instead of feeling the wind slam into his face as he sprinted, he just sat there.

His expression stayed to that of pure joy, until about three seconds after and he had fully realized he had gone nowhere. Marco then looked down at himself in confusion. His arms were fine, still in the classic sprinting positions of right angles, but he couldn't move his legs. He tried to lean forward to get a better look at the stationary limbs, but try as he might, he couldn't do it. The fabric of his hoodie was latching onto the bench, and it had some iron grip, I'll tell you that much. He repeatedly tried to throw himself off the bench, but he just couldn't beat the bond that held his back and upper legs in place.

Alright, so remember earlier on when I said that Marco had flaws that weren't terribly obvious? Turns out one of those flaws was being the most oblivious dude to ever set foot on earth. He was so oblivious that he had missed the sign next to the bench with big bold lettering that clearly stated, "DO NOT SIT ON BENCH. EXTRA STRENGTH VARNISH HAS BEEN APPLIED. IF YOU DO MANAGE TO BE A TOTAL DOOF AND SIT, PLEASE CALL..."

I would read you the rest, but I'm feeling a little rebellious at the moment. So Marco was stuck. He couldn't stand, he couldn't walk, he couldn't even turn around. He would lose his mind if he stayed like this for too long, so he kept trying to pry himself free from the benches grasp. He strained himself to move forward, reaching out with one hand to try and grip onto something that he could grab. He gritted his teeth against one another, sweat forming at his brow with his face turning red the harder he fought the benches grip. But every time he tried, the bench just pulled him back. It was like the boss that threatened to fire you if you didn't work overtime. He grew tired after a while and decided that brute force wasn't the best option.

He looked around and tried to spot something, anything that could let him loose. He scanned across the dirt, the footpath, the tree next to him. There was nothing that he could see. He couldn't we any people either. Perhaps they had all gone home as to avoid any changes in the weather. Marco checked his phone.

"5:02 pm." He thought. It was getting late. A lot later than he originally thought. He threw his head back and looked up at the sky. There weren't any clouds, just the bright blue hue of the late afternoon. The tree that sat next to the bench had small branches stretching just overhead, making the sky seem more like the bloodshot eyes of a giant. Something in those branches peaked Marco's interest however. It was a small and thin slit of metal, caught in-between the branches. How it got there? I wouldn't know, and I'm pretty sure Marco didn't care either. It was an escape tool.

If he could manage to have it fall from the tree, he could grab it and just might be able to cut himself free. How would he knock it down though? He would need something to throw, like a rock or a stick...

There were small rocks on the path in front of the bench, but since Marco couldn't end down and reach them, pretty much all hope was lost there. He went back to the drawing board. There had to be something he could use. It didn't even need to make sense, as long as it was something. Marco felt a tinge uncomfortable in the position he was in. Blood was starting to get a little lacking where he was sitting. He reached down just underneath his hoodie and took off the fanny pack that had been sitting there since he had put it on this morning. He sat the small bag (that had helped him on many previous occasions, supplying him with survival tools and objects that he could carve, burn, chew, mould, squeeze and throw) next to him and then continued to ponder on how he would manage to make that bit of metal fall down...

You thought I was kidding when I said oblivious? Look at you, doubting my judgement, it's adorable. But it was pretty painful to see him be this dumb. But then! A miracle, ascended from the heavens above, gracing itself upon Marco and showing him light in his dark, damp cave of idiocy.

That miracle came in the form of his cell phone folks. Pretty weird he would forget having that, even though he used it, like, only ten minutes ago. The ringing actually scared him at first, making him do a tiny jump, that still didn't get him off of the bench. He pulled the phone out of his pocket for the second time that day, bringing it to his ear without even looking at the caller ID.

"Hel-"

"MARCO!" Star screeched. Marco pulled the phone away from his ear in slight pain, wincing quietly as he checked his ears for blood. He confirmed no injuries or loss of hearing and brought the phone back.

"Star, what is it? I'm in a bit of a predicament right now..." he groaned. Once again being oblivious. He has the phone, and he's talking to his loyal best friend, meaning he could simply ask her for help. But no. There wouldn't be much fun in that, now would there?

"I heard that Jackie asked you out! Soooooooo, I thought I'd call and give you a good ol' metaphorical pat on the back for not being a complete wuss and messing everything up!"

Marco didn't know whether to take that as an insult or a compliment.

"Listen, Star, I've got a bit on my plate right now, so do you think you can call ba-"

Okay, now I'm sick of this. I know this could possibly destroy the fabric of reality and leave us in a desolate wasteland of nothing, but can he really be this stupid! In front of Marco, a bright bolt of lightning struck the ground, with a human figure arising from it. Their details shall remain disclosed for private reasons, but you may refer to the figure as N. For narrator. It's me.

Marco was taken aback by my sudden appearance. He let out a very manly (girly) scream and pressed himself up against the bench. In frustration, I walked up to him, stopping just in front of him. I glared at him with angry eyes and swiped the phone away from his hand.

"Marco? You okay? I'm pretty sure you did your girly scream thing that you do when you're in danger."

I coughed and brought the phone to my ear. "Star? You still there?"

My voice perfectly mimicked Marco's. Even down to that little crack he has when he's nervous. Marco didn't move a muscle, still extremely frightened by this whole endeavour. "Yeah, I'm still here."

"I was wondering if you could come help me out. I got glued to this bench because I'm a complete bafoon, and I wanted to know if you could help me get loose. Think you could squeeze me in the agenda somewhere?"

"Oh, is that all? Sure! Where are you?"

"I'm down at the park. West side avenue, on the fourth bench to the right. I'll be waiting."

"West... Side... Avenue... Okay! I'll be there in a few minutes! Keep a seat warm for me bestie!"

Once she hung up, I drew the phone from my ear, and tossed it back to Marco. He didn't even flinch as the phone landed right next to him. He just stared in fear and awe. I crossed my arms, and stood in a 'I'm disappointed' pose.

"You know..." I said, my voice returning to its natural state. "You should really be more aware of your surroundings. A lots been going on as you let it all fly by your head."

He still didn't move. Well... I can't blame him. I sighed in frustration and turned around, giving up on him. If Marco wanted to be a lost cause, then so be it. But before I disappeared in another bolt of light, I turned to him, pointing my finger in the air.

"Oh, and this never happened." I stated, referring to what had just occurred. "If anyone else finds out, I can and will erase you from existence. It's as simple as the snap of my fingers." To solidify my threat, I snapped my thumb and index finger. Then in a burst of light, the tree that once stood tall and strong next to the bench and Marco had vanished into thin air. As did I.

Marco still didn't move, completely at a loss for words. But he did manage to utter one sentence to himself.

"What... The actual... FUC-"

-End.