Those old shoes he’s been wearing for over a year now. I was quick to leap ahead, hit him with my sword, and send him flying off of the map.Īs Luigi began to respawn above the ground, I took that moment to take a small breath. I charged up my special attack and shot the beam of lightning towards him, sending Luigi flying into the air. I was in a familiar spot, with him being at two stocks and me only having one. He was a lot better at evading attacks and countering. My plan didn’t work out like I had hoped. I realized I couldn’t delay the match any longer so I began mashing the buttons, attempting to destroy Luigi. I was so terrified of losing that I escaped his every attack and jumped out of the way, but never even landed a single hit myself. For every twenty of his wins, I must have won twice. Why would I even suggest something like that? Trevor was a lot better at these games than I was.
“You just gave me more of a reason to beat your ass.” Suddenly I was regretting opening my big mouth. “Eww, gross,” Trevor said, clicking start and going to select a stage. “How about.the loser has to smell the winner’s feet!” “Like what?” I asked, and the two of us sat for a moment in though. The loser has to do something super embarrassing.” I chose Robin, another character that I played a lot of, and he chose Luigi of all characters. “That’s what you always say!” Trevor laughed as we were sent back to the character select screen. My final stock had been taken away, while Trevor still had two. “Darn,” I grumbled between shaky breaths. I didn’t do a good job evading all of his attacks, and finally one Falcon punch sent me flying off of the stage and into oblivion. The character I always played the most out of, Samus, was getting the crap beaten out of her by Trevor’s main, Captain Falcon.
for the Wii-U, an awesome Nintendo fighting game that was sort of a tradition to play. The two of us sat comfortably on his bed. The cool air of his room felt amazing after being in that 98 degree heat. Trevor and I had recently come back from tossing the football outside, so our hair was matted to our foreheads and our shirts were stained with sweat. It was around 3:30 in the afternoon, the time of the day where the sun seemed to burn the brightest in the sky.
The two of us have known each other since I was seven and he was six, and we have been inseparable ever since. Trevor, my eighteen year old best buddy, is one of those friends. Having not gone to college yet, I was able to spend a lot of my time going to friends’ houses. My name’s Blake, and I’m a nineteen year old high school graduate. The sun beat down as hard as it could, so me and my best friend hung out inside his nice air conditioned bedroom.
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