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My Best Friend's Secret Friend Who Is Half The Size Of Me Teaches Me How To Knit

After listening to the entirety of my "CHILL JAM$" playlist not once, but twice in a row, Jeremy finally showed up. He looked absolutely miserable.

Christine instantly stood up, ran over to him, and engulfed him in a hug. He weakly wrapped his arms around her neck and stuffed his face into the crook of her shoulders. Jeremy is a whole one and a half heads taller than her, so this would be pretty comical if it weren't for the fact that Jeremy looked like he wanted the pavement to swallow him up.

  I awkwardly move over towards the hugging pile and put an arm on Jeremy's shoulders. I don't know how to comfort him physically at all, but Goddamnit, I'm going to try.

  I hear Christine whisper a repetitive mantra that sounds vaguely like "It's going to be okay" over and over again. Damn, Christine is suspiciously prepared for this. There's no way this can happen that often, right?

  Then Jeremy pulled away and he gave Christine a weak smile: "I, uh... my dad's going to g-go visit some family friends. He, uh... he needs some... su-support. Right now. You guys wanna go play Kirby Dream Course or, uh, or s-something?

  He's obviously upset, so I try to get him to elaborate on it: "You wanna talk about it?"

  "I..." he sighs, "I don't know. I don't know why I thought the doctor would even allow me to through with it. I just want this... this thing out of my body. I don't know. I guess I got a bit too optimistic. I don't know anymore. Let's go play some Kirby."

  And that was the end of that.

We ended up squashed together on the couch, all previous tension in the air slowly dwindling away until the only tension that came from the situation was me getting pissed off at Jeremy because of how good he is at Kirby Dream Course. Like seriously. It's inhumane.

Jeremy either had amazingly beyond average luck, or he has spent night and day playing and practicing this game for all seventeen years he has been alive. I think it's a crazy combination of the former and the latter, but either way, I started getting competitive.

"What the fuck, how the fuck, how do you get three fucking stars in one round. This is bullshit," I start running my mouth, as Christine yells encouragement in my ear and shoves popcorn in my mouth.

I hear Jeremy giggle, as my character somehow passes out for the second time these last few rounds. I essentially just got two Lose A Turns in a row. Jeremy decides to comment on this: "Wow. What a tragedy," he said sarcastically.

"I am going to report you to the authorities."

"Go ahead."

"You're hacking."

"Yeah, Michael. I'm using kill aura on Kirby fricking Dream Course. Sure."

"You can say fuck."

Jeremy tsked, "I can't swear. A child is here."

"Oh. Christine?" My character finally doesn't pass out for the round, I aim my character and try to get a decent hit. One of Jeremy's stars isn't too far away from me. If luck is on my side, I'll be able to get it pretty easily.

"No, me."

"You literally said the word shit, like a week ago."

  "Yes. It is my biggest regret."

  I can't come up with any specific targeted insults, so I say the first thing that comes to mind: "I am going to shove a closed umbrella down your throat, and then I'm going to open it."

I shoot my character, and it ends up hitting the star. I hear a loud cheer from Christine, and I look over at Jeremy and he has this massive smile on his face: "Good job, dude! That was a good shot."