Bromance {Marree}
Dec 11, 2015 23:51:44 GMT -5
Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Dec 11, 2015 23:51:44 GMT -5
A snarky chuckle erupts from my lungs, spoiling the aroma of the peaceful afternoon breeze. “Are you mad, Bro?” I question, without an ounce of hesitation joining my posture or stroll closer to the situation. A good week has drifted by while no physical altercation has been presented, this must be altered. And a jealous male will do just the trick to fix my dilemma. The delicate grin that graces the Girl’s face beside him proves, and fuels, my strong assumptions. “It’s not my fault she finds me more attractive.” Now to only ignite him as well.
“Right, like she’d want to be with a wannabe boy.” My new opponent has a roaring laugh of his own. Does he truly believe his minor words are going to provide any harm? My eyes subtly roll; displeased with the idiotic remark I’ve heard plenty of times before. Originality is surely scarce in this district.
Why must people even strive for mental damage? Especially dudes, when we all know they’d prefer to jump to the physical combat as much as myself. “Did you ask her that? Because your Girl’s expression is saying otherwise.” But I can play any game implemented. And evidently I can win any to, as an agreeing giggle seeps from her lush lips. Point proven. My shit grin gestures over to his loyal companion, giddy over the controversies I can create. “Go ahead and give the first swing, I’m far from a chick.” I offer, confidence pumping my blood and adrenaline from excitement over what’s to come.
To no surprise he takes my proposal without a second thought, firing a fist at me like a pathetic bullet. Fortunately my reaction is much faster then his thinking process, and I’m dodging his outburst with ease. “Oh come on, I was only joking.” For a mere moment I stepping a foot back, acting as though no battle was intended. But in a single blink I’m counteracting his attack. My own knuckles successfully meet with the bottom of his jaw, and the fury it inflames is undeniable. Then suddenly I’m not the only one with speed.
A punch impairs my cheekbone, knocking me into the cruel reality in which I’m not as powerful as I believe. Does this affect my fight? Not in the least. There’s been a countless array of combats I foolishly continued in. Obviously nothing has destroyed me yet.
“I bet your Girlfriend hits harder then you.” I taunt, using the distraction to easily contribute another carve across his face. As expected he quickly retaliates with a blow to the stomach. My breath dissipates from my insides. I love it. His face distorts with just as much agony as I must be displaying, and only the moan of a sexy female can compare to this sensation. The high of a good battle is a craving I’ll never be able to rid of, not that I’d ever desire to anyways. As predicted my fingers clench securely, and fly towards my current enemy.
