"Have you ever noticed, Hilary?" Kenny squeaked, pouring the contents of the juice into a glass.
"What Chief?" Hilary quirked a brow and pursed her lips. She was anticipating something extraordinary from the little brunette's mouth. Something educating, something that they could use to strategize.
"Me, you and Tyson have always been together most of our years, since school." He piped with a grin.
"Ughh…" Hilary etched her brow with a dazed expression, "That needed noticing. What are you getting at Chief?"
"I am saying that in our squad, all members look at Tyson as a rival, but us both, we have his backs all the time. We can't Beyblade as the guys can, but he always needs us. We have never left his side even once. Doesn't that make us a strong trio?"
"I guess," Hilary somewhat agreed, sensing the facts in Kenny's statement, "but what's the point Chief. You and I both know that we always have his back. He can't blade without relying on your for strategies and me, well, there needs to be someone to keep him in check," Hilary blushed a little.
"What I mean is…that in a trio one member of which is a girl involved; she always falls in love with one of the two boys!"
"Ironic," Hilary squinted, some color taxed of from her face, "I never hit you on the head once, and yet you are talking absurd."
"No Hilary, I can confirm it!" Kenny held up a hot-dog, "Just look at any anime or cartoon or movie or series! For example, just look at Naruto or Avatar or Full Metal Alchemist!"
"I don't watch all of these, Chief." Hilary mumbled dryly. "Are these the wacko anime you and Tyson watch while cutting me off?"
Kenny nodded enthusiastically as he bit into his hot dog. Hilary cringed as she saw some ketchup and mustard squirt out and threw a napkin at her friend. Gratefully, Kenny accepted and wiped his mouth before saying, "Yeah! The common thing to note here is the girl fell in love with one of the boys."
Hilary raised an eyebrow and took a sip of her soda. "I still fail to see where you're going with this."
"The anime is not the point here!"
"You actually have a point with all this?"
"I'm telling you, whenever there is a trio, it's inevitable that something goes down with two of the members if there's a boy and girl!"
"Some trios are all boys or all girls."
"Hey I don't mind if something goes down in the all-girl group."
"Creepy, Kenny." Hilary muttered, the urge to punch him was strong, "Very creepy."
"What can I say? I'm growing into a healthy young man."
"Shut up."
"Okay. I'm talking about trios that are mixed!" Kenny chirped.
"Okay fine. But that doesn't mean something has to go down in our little group." Hilary retorted.
"Of course, it does! Let's move onto movie universe and you'll see what I am talking about."
Hilary waved a hand wearily indicating to the boy to continue who didn't hesitate.
"Harry Potter."
"Just because Ron and Hermione get together, does not mean it's because of a trio thing!"
"Hush woman! You're breaking my rhythm here."
"Proceed."
"So you have Harry, Ron, and Hermione. The ultimate trio cause Harry's the main character who has to fight evil, Ron's the sidekick with his own issues, and Hermione's the girl and voice of reason."
"Uh huh."
"Just like us!"
"What, so Tyson is Harry, you're Ron, and I'm Hermione?"
"More or less."
"Wait a minute. That means, I have to like you!?"
"Hey! There's nothing wrong with me!"
"Bad example Kenny."
"Yeah okay, moving on. Star Wars."
"Can you use an example which I have seen! I literally have no interest in these space operas of yours!" Hilary grumbled.
"Luke, Leia and Han. Now Luke and Leia had no idea that they were twins, and then there's Han, who was constantly bickering with Leia but in the end, they fall in love. Now here, there's a decisive strong headed princess, a hot tempered stubborn guy, and the strong willed, brave and intelligent hero!" Kenny beamed, imagining himself at the centre of the fantasy. "Does that remind you of anyone."
"Well, since Leia's a girl, that's me. Hot tempered, stubborn sounds like Tyson, and…wait a sec! Does that mean I am in love with Han er - Tyson?"
"Woman! Stop being so picky! Your choices are limited to me and Tyson and we've already concluded that in this trio thing, I'm the brother, like Luke."
"Can it, Kenny! And please use the napkin to wipe your mouth I gave you and not your sleeve." Hilary scolded.
"And of course, you are motherly too. A classic sign for you to be with one of us!" Kenny wiped his face.
"Don't talk with your mouth full."
"Yes ma'am."
"Anyways, your trio theory doesn't mean anything. You don't have enough backup to support it."
"You're just mad that I am being sensible and you cant deny it." Kenny inwardly laugh. "I have a lot of examples to back me up."
"Bad examples."
"Then how about Hannah Montana?"
Pause.
"Kenny, you do realize that's a little girls' show right?"
"Did you happen to forget my darling Ming Ming. She said in an interview that's her favourite show, and guess what, she's got some taste."
"Okay, it's at least established, you and I are never gonna be a thing." Hilary scoffed.
"So sue me, I get bored and it is an amusing show sometimes."
"Anyways, Hannah Montana is an example of a two girls – one boy trio but it still holds true to my argument."
"Ugh. Fine I'll give you that one."
"Yes! Another two girls – one boy trio would be Lizzie McGuire."
"That's so old school."
"But the Lizzie – Gordo thing proves my point."
"That didn't even happen until like, the end of the movie! It took forever and you don't even know throughout the entire series that he likes her!"
"Yeah okay true. Bad example for the most part but it still falls into my theory."
"Yeah yeah."
"Ned's Declassified?"
"Okay sure, I'll give you that one too. Wait, does that mean I'm Moze?"
"And Tyson is Ned."
"Why do I always have to fall for Tyson's character?"
"Would you rather I be Ned?"
"I wouldn't mind if Channing Tatum was Ned."
"You're completely missing the point here Hilary."
"You were never near the point."
"Okay I have another example you'll appreciate cause you're similar to the girl in this cartoon."
"What is it?"
"Ben 10: Alien Force."
"Oh I do like Gwen! She's got my swag and she kicks butt! I love her!"
"Told ya."
"But that makes Tyson as Ben. And Ben is Gwen's cousin. And Gwen actually likes Kevin. Wait hold, on, who is Tyson then, Kevin or Ben?"
"In this case, Tyson can be Kevin since they both have dark hair and are stupid sometimes."
"That's true."
"Again, if Tyson is Ben, then that means I have to be Kevin and we determined back to the conversation that it wouldn't work between us." Kenny sulked.
"I thought it was during the Harry Potter part because you were supposed to be Ron and I didn't want to have to like you if I was Hermione."
"Who cares? Point is, in every trio, two of the three always hook up!"
"But not always!"
"Do enlighten me."
"Uh…"
"Exactly."
"This is a waste of my time!"
"You just say that because you know it's true and you know I'm right. Just admit it!"
"Never!"
"Admit what?"
Kenny and Hilary looked up to see the third member of their trio casually strolling towards their campsite, hands stuffed in his pocket, hair glistening with drops of water and a damp towel draped around his neck. Tyson took a seat on the ground beside Hilary and leaned over to see what drink was in her cup.
"Soda. Can I have some?"
"No."
"Please?"
"Fine."
Hilary handed the cup over as Kenny laughed.
"So, what were you talking about while I was washing up?"
"Trios."
"Nothing."
Tyson looked back and forth between his friends who appeared to be having some sort of staring contest.
"So which is it? Trios or nothing?"
"Nothing."
"Trios."
" What about trios?"
"Nothing." Hilary snapped again quickly but was overtaken by Kenny's response.
"Just that in every trio, two of the members always end up together."
"Oh?" Tyson said stuffing a hotdog in his mouth. "How you figure?"
"Well take for example – "
"Oh no. You are not going to run through that entire list again!"
"What's wrong Hilary?"
"Yeah what's wrong Hilary? Or would you rather be called Moze, Gwen, or Kim?"
"What's Kenny talking about?"
"Yeah why don't you tell him Moze?"
"Ugh shut up Kenny."
"Sorry, did you prefer Gwen?"
"Who's Gwen?"
"You'll find out soon Kevin."
"My name's not Kevin. Kenny, you feelin' alright?"
"Never better."
"You won't be feeling so good when you find a fist in your face."
"Aw why so violent Kim? Ron too dense for ya?"
"Shut up Kenny!"
"Hey! There's two Rons!"
"Ron? You're seeing two Rons Hilary? And you didn't even tell me? Your best friend?"
"I am not seeing any Rons!"
"Then what's wrong?"
"Arg!"
Hilary shrieked, grabbed Tyson by the shirt collar just as he was about to sneak another sip of Hilary's soda and pulled the boy closer until their lips collided. The cup dropped to the forest ground, forgotten.
"Mpfh!?"
Hilary let the extremely confused teenager go and with a reddened face, stood up saying, "Happy Kenny?"
"Very."
"Just – just what happened here?" Tyson asked finally regaining control of his voice and looking up wide eyed at the blushing girl.
Hilary sighed. "Just…never mind, Han"
Tyson stood up and now raised an eyebrow down at his friend. "You can call me Han, Ron, or whatever you want so long as you do that again."
"Um, really?" Hilary asked shyly.
"Sure. You can even call me Han if it makes you happy Leia."
"Han? Leia?" Hilary's eyes widened in realization and shock. "You were listening the whole time! You sneaky little – mpfh!"
Hilary closed her eyes as Tyson claimed her lips, only letting them flutter open as Tyson gently released her shoulders, grinning down.
"Enjoy the show, Leia?"
"Very much, Han."
"And that, my friends, was the ultimate proof that the Theory of Trios is valid."