Dude... just... (One year later....)
There's gotta be a decent reason why Sammy's dragging me away when he knows I'm supposed to be testing new shit today. And it's gotta be huge, because he got into work grinning like a total goof, and it's been freaking everyone out. But he hasn't said anything yet, he's just been in the ring sparring with Raoul.
"Dude, what is it."
"I don't know how to word it."
"Just say it."
"I don't know what to say."
"Raoul, will you help me out here?!" Dude, I so gotta know. Because the more he doesn't say anything, the more I know it's huge. Sorta like when he came to me a year ago and told me he saw The Snowflake in Rio and they were gonna be dating again. And that was totally huge. I so thought we were rid of that chick.
I mean we didn't pick up totally awesome jobs for nothing, right? We shouldn't be ending up right back where we started.
"Sam, just tell him."
"Alright, alright! I'm getting married."
"WHAT?!"
---
Okay, he could be taking this better.
"Dude, what the hell do you mean 'getting married'?"
"I mean," I ducked a punch as I continued to spar with Raoul. "I'm getting married." I did and uppercut before moving backwards, trying to hold my ground. "What, you don't understand English?"
"That's not English dude. That's gibberish crazy speak."
I rolled my eyes and moved back, dodging Raoul's kick just barely. I shouldn't do this when I'm distracted, but it just seemed like the right time to say it. Everyone around the office keeps asking why I'm grinning like a freakin' lunatic, so why not tell my best friend and my sparring partner first?
Yeah, the logic works inside my head. Leave me alone.
"It's not crazy. I love her." Duck... ow. Okay, didn't duck fast enough. "No cheap shots."
"That wasn't a cheap shot, you're just losing your touch."
"Uh huh, sure." I laughed and kicked at him again.
----
Dude, am I the only one that sees how totally nuts this is? I mean, first I thought I'd missed the boat here or something. Totally possible. Sometimes Sammy says randomized crazy shit that he really didn't mean to see what I'll do about it.
But he's actually serious.
Why am I the only one that sees the crazy?!
"Can we focus here?!"
"Madsen, shouldn't you be happy for him?"
"No. Totally shouldn't." I so shouldn't dude. Raoul totally doesn't get it. "It's bad enough that Sammy's pulling a crazy move by getting tied down with some chick. The fact that the chick is The Snowflake totally makes it worse!"
"Why does he call her The Snowflake?"
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"Because," I blocked his kick just in time to get a punch in the jaw. Thank God we used gloves this time, jeez. "He thinks it embodies her. They've just never gotten along."
You think that'd be over by now, especially since they still really don't see each other, but no. I'm still stuck with my best friend and my fiance hating each other. It's going to go over great if I decide Madsen's going to be the best man. He'll be trying to drop her hints about work to ruin everything.
"Dude, so does embody her. Sammy, you've gotta get out of this before it's too late."
"I don't want to get out of it."
"How're you gonna hide the job dude? You can't keep telling her about these random jobs and just expect it to fly."
"I can if they're short, and I get home fast. She's bought it this far. Plus, she's usually pretty busy too." I sighed, ducking another punch and sending one back, moving back out of the way again as my and Raoul circled each other and I looked for my next opening.
"This is just... Sammy you can't... Can someone stop the crazy here?!"
"Madsen, it's not crazy, jeez. The guy's in love. He's your best friend. Be happy for him."
"Thanks Raoul." I glared over at Madsen a little. The guy's right, he should be happy for me, damn it. "Come on. If it doesn't work out, you can say I told you so, okay?" I know it's going to work out, but he'll be happy with that little bit of comfort.
---
"Dude, you can so totally count on that."
Sammy's just taken one too many blows to the head. That has to be it. He's totally dealing with temporary insanity at the moment. Completely it. And Raoul's Mr. Over Romance, so he's not going to be the voice of reason. I'm totally the only sane one here dude. Flat out.
"Jackass."
"Dude! You're throwing away freedom on The Snowflake. Do you expect me to be cool with it?"
"Yeah, I kinda do, since obviously I was going to ask you to be Best Man at my wedding."
Dude.
Seriously.
"Well yeah, I'm gonna do it dude, but still I totally think you're crazy. Beyond nuts. Think about what you're doing man. Your job. The possibility of kids. Dude, who wants kids?!"
"I don't know... Maybe one day..."
"DUDE!"
----
"You're making a bigger deal out of this than there really is."
He's not going to change my mind, he needs to give it up. I love Carly. I know I love Carly. I'm going to make this work, one way or the other. I looked over at Madsen, forgetting temporarily I was still sparring. "Either you're going to go, and you're going to be my Best Man, and you're not going to screw everything over, or you're not going to go. Pick one."
Out of nowhere, I felt my legs being knocked out from under me, and I hit the ground hard. "... Thanks a lot Raoul."
"I had to take the opening. Pay attention next time."
"Ha. Freakin'. Ha."
"Dude, maybe it'll knock some sense back into you."
"It's not going to!" I rolled my eyes, getting up. "I swear Madsen, which way are you going to go on this, because I'm not going to deal with this crap on my wedding day. Are you in, or are you out?"
----
Well dude, if he's going to be that way about it...
"Fine dude..." I sighed. "But I so totally do not agree with this. I'm just in 'cause we're buds. And for no other reason. Especially not for The Snowflake. At all."
He's grinning at me. Oh yeah dude, laugh it up. Both of you. "Shut up Raoul, you're totally not in this."
"Hey, I might give him an invite."
"Aw, I'm touched."
"When's the date?"
"I don't know yet, I have to talk to her about it."
Hopefully it's totally going to be ages away. Ages and ages and ages. And by then, I can figure out some way to talk him out of it. As his best friend, it's totally my duty. "Whatever."
"It means a lot to me you're not being a total jackass about this."
"Dude, just because you're crazy doesn't mean I'm gonna drive myself nuts over this shit. I'll just use you guys as an example why I should totally never get settled down."
"... You do that."
"Come on Sam, we gonna finish this or what?"
"You're in that much of a hurry to get your ass kicked?"
"Let's do this."
"Kick his ass for me Raoul." I muttered as I got up. "I'm gonna go check out if the new cordite shipment got in. Later dude."
"Later!"
I rolled my eyes and headed out towards my office, getting on the phone. "Hey, Sandra, it's Madsen. Cordite get in?"
"Not yet. You okay Madsen?"
"Dude, I'm totally living a nightmare. But it's cool. Let me know when it gets here, I got shit I gotta test."
"Will do."
I hung up, and sat down in my chair, trying to figure out how I can talk Sammy out of this thing.
Otherwise, we're all so totally doomed.
"Dude, what is it."
"I don't know how to word it."
"Just say it."
"I don't know what to say."
"Raoul, will you help me out here?!" Dude, I so gotta know. Because the more he doesn't say anything, the more I know it's huge. Sorta like when he came to me a year ago and told me he saw The Snowflake in Rio and they were gonna be dating again. And that was totally huge. I so thought we were rid of that chick.
I mean we didn't pick up totally awesome jobs for nothing, right? We shouldn't be ending up right back where we started.
"Sam, just tell him."
"Alright, alright! I'm getting married."
"WHAT?!"
---
Okay, he could be taking this better.
"Dude, what the hell do you mean 'getting married'?"
"I mean," I ducked a punch as I continued to spar with Raoul. "I'm getting married." I did and uppercut before moving backwards, trying to hold my ground. "What, you don't understand English?"
"That's not English dude. That's gibberish crazy speak."
I rolled my eyes and moved back, dodging Raoul's kick just barely. I shouldn't do this when I'm distracted, but it just seemed like the right time to say it. Everyone around the office keeps asking why I'm grinning like a freakin' lunatic, so why not tell my best friend and my sparring partner first?
Yeah, the logic works inside my head. Leave me alone.
"It's not crazy. I love her." Duck... ow. Okay, didn't duck fast enough. "No cheap shots."
"That wasn't a cheap shot, you're just losing your touch."
"Uh huh, sure." I laughed and kicked at him again.
----
Dude, am I the only one that sees how totally nuts this is? I mean, first I thought I'd missed the boat here or something. Totally possible. Sometimes Sammy says randomized crazy shit that he really didn't mean to see what I'll do about it.
But he's actually serious.
Why am I the only one that sees the crazy?!
"Can we focus here?!"
"Madsen, shouldn't you be happy for him?"
"No. Totally shouldn't." I so shouldn't dude. Raoul totally doesn't get it. "It's bad enough that Sammy's pulling a crazy move by getting tied down with some chick. The fact that the chick is The Snowflake totally makes it worse!"
"Why does he call her The Snowflake?"
----
"Because," I blocked his kick just in time to get a punch in the jaw. Thank God we used gloves this time, jeez. "He thinks it embodies her. They've just never gotten along."
You think that'd be over by now, especially since they still really don't see each other, but no. I'm still stuck with my best friend and my fiance hating each other. It's going to go over great if I decide Madsen's going to be the best man. He'll be trying to drop her hints about work to ruin everything.
"Dude, so does embody her. Sammy, you've gotta get out of this before it's too late."
"I don't want to get out of it."
"How're you gonna hide the job dude? You can't keep telling her about these random jobs and just expect it to fly."
"I can if they're short, and I get home fast. She's bought it this far. Plus, she's usually pretty busy too." I sighed, ducking another punch and sending one back, moving back out of the way again as my and Raoul circled each other and I looked for my next opening.
"This is just... Sammy you can't... Can someone stop the crazy here?!"
"Madsen, it's not crazy, jeez. The guy's in love. He's your best friend. Be happy for him."
"Thanks Raoul." I glared over at Madsen a little. The guy's right, he should be happy for me, damn it. "Come on. If it doesn't work out, you can say I told you so, okay?" I know it's going to work out, but he'll be happy with that little bit of comfort.
---
"Dude, you can so totally count on that."
Sammy's just taken one too many blows to the head. That has to be it. He's totally dealing with temporary insanity at the moment. Completely it. And Raoul's Mr. Over Romance, so he's not going to be the voice of reason. I'm totally the only sane one here dude. Flat out.
"Jackass."
"Dude! You're throwing away freedom on The Snowflake. Do you expect me to be cool with it?"
"Yeah, I kinda do, since obviously I was going to ask you to be Best Man at my wedding."
Dude.
Seriously.
"Well yeah, I'm gonna do it dude, but still I totally think you're crazy. Beyond nuts. Think about what you're doing man. Your job. The possibility of kids. Dude, who wants kids?!"
"I don't know... Maybe one day..."
"DUDE!"
----
"You're making a bigger deal out of this than there really is."
He's not going to change my mind, he needs to give it up. I love Carly. I know I love Carly. I'm going to make this work, one way or the other. I looked over at Madsen, forgetting temporarily I was still sparring. "Either you're going to go, and you're going to be my Best Man, and you're not going to screw everything over, or you're not going to go. Pick one."
Out of nowhere, I felt my legs being knocked out from under me, and I hit the ground hard. "... Thanks a lot Raoul."
"I had to take the opening. Pay attention next time."
"Ha. Freakin'. Ha."
"Dude, maybe it'll knock some sense back into you."
"It's not going to!" I rolled my eyes, getting up. "I swear Madsen, which way are you going to go on this, because I'm not going to deal with this crap on my wedding day. Are you in, or are you out?"
----
Well dude, if he's going to be that way about it...
"Fine dude..." I sighed. "But I so totally do not agree with this. I'm just in 'cause we're buds. And for no other reason. Especially not for The Snowflake. At all."
He's grinning at me. Oh yeah dude, laugh it up. Both of you. "Shut up Raoul, you're totally not in this."
"Hey, I might give him an invite."
"Aw, I'm touched."
"When's the date?"
"I don't know yet, I have to talk to her about it."
Hopefully it's totally going to be ages away. Ages and ages and ages. And by then, I can figure out some way to talk him out of it. As his best friend, it's totally my duty. "Whatever."
"It means a lot to me you're not being a total jackass about this."
"Dude, just because you're crazy doesn't mean I'm gonna drive myself nuts over this shit. I'll just use you guys as an example why I should totally never get settled down."
"... You do that."
"Come on Sam, we gonna finish this or what?"
"You're in that much of a hurry to get your ass kicked?"
"Let's do this."
"Kick his ass for me Raoul." I muttered as I got up. "I'm gonna go check out if the new cordite shipment got in. Later dude."
"Later!"
I rolled my eyes and headed out towards my office, getting on the phone. "Hey, Sandra, it's Madsen. Cordite get in?"
"Not yet. You okay Madsen?"
"Dude, I'm totally living a nightmare. But it's cool. Let me know when it gets here, I got shit I gotta test."
"Will do."
I hung up, and sat down in my chair, trying to figure out how I can talk Sammy out of this thing.
Otherwise, we're all so totally doomed.