You and your two closest friends and a few others are hanging out at their house. You guys are all hanging out together, laughing about stupid shit and watching Youtube on the tv.
Something about the conversation goes sly, and you get into a small, but friendly and light hearted, spat with your friend. You can’t remember exactly what it started with but now you can only think about holding your ground in the position you’re already in. The conversation turned about who could beat who in a wrestling competition.
Your friend, exhausted with arguing, chuckles and says, “Well, I know that I’m right. I can easily match you any day.”
You hold your ground. How dare they believe that! If you tried hard enough, there’s no way they’d be able to beat you! “It just wouldn’t happen! If you’re so confident, prove it. Prove you can best me.”
The others in the room laugh at the predicament that you’ve just gotten yourself into. They eventually start taking sides, whether it be your friend or yours. After hearing all this, your other friend chimes in, who had been previously silent.
“Hon, you’d lose. I’d love to see you even try to beat them!”
You smirk, feeling your adrenaline start to kick in as your argumentative friend stands up and cracks their fingers. “Well? You wanna do this? Or do you want to admit defeat early?”
You jump to your feet, eager to win this meaningless little bit that you placed on yourself. “You’re going down.”
Your heartbeat begins to ring in your ears. Nothing else in the room matters right now. Not your friend, not the other people hanging out with you. Just your eyes locked on theirs as you place your hands out in front of you and take a step beg with your leg, classic wrestling stance.
Eventually, you get tired of waiting, as your friend simply stands there with their hands in their pockets, a sly smile plastered on their face.
Your apprehension turns to confusion. “Why do you look so confident? Is someone going to count us off or – AGH!”
What the hell? Your other friend suddenly grips you around your torso, forcing you to make your back straight again. Your arms that were previously in front of you, are now crossed on your chest as you lean against your other friends chest, their left arm gripping your right wrist and their right arm gripping your left wrist. They pull you close and pull you into an embrace so your back is flush against their chest. The only thing that you can move is your legs.
You laugh nervously. “Okay, well this isn’t fair at all.”
Your argumentative friend steps in front of you and begins to poke at your torso, ribs, and underarms. “I told you, you’d never be able to win this fight.”
You stifle your giggles unsuccessfully and struggle in the grip. “What the hell, man? This…this isn’t in the rules —”
You’re cut off by them squeezing your sides maliciously, taking you off guard and throwing you into a fit of hysterics. Your friend squeezed their fingers up and down your sides before deciding to poke at your ribs, fluttering their fingers across them. You wheezed, took a breath and tried to speak but all that came out of your mouth was crazy laughing.
“WHAHAHAHAHA NO NO WAIHAIHAIT PLEHEHEHEASE!!”
Their fingers found their way into the sensitive little spot just below your armpit, but just above your ribs. You tugged at the hands that held your arms cross in front of you, tried to close in and hunch your body, tried to pull your arms up and down but nothing was budging.
“Please…? Please what?” Your friend taunted. “You wanted me to prove to you that I could best you in a fight and I’m doing that right now. And you’re losing, aren’t you?”
“THIS IHIHI…FUHUHUCK…YOU CHEHEHEATER!”
Your friend holding your arms smiled. “You’ve got a lot of mouth for someone in your position.”
Next thing you knew, hands were shoved into your armpits. You gasped and felol further into hysteria, your legs beginning to give out. Your friend behind you grunted and shifted their weight, now grasping both arms of yours with a single arm of theirs, one of your arms hanging out in a weird position. It only left your body more vulnerable to attacks, as they now used their free hand to tickle your sides. You screamed, and your laughing became frantic.
“OKAY OKAHAYHAY PLEASE FUHUCK I GIVE!! I GIVE!”
As one last good measure as the friend in front of you walked away giggling, the friend behind you who held you up gave you one last fluttery tickle on your ribs, and let you float to the floor, setting you down. You were exhausted, giggles still freely pouring from your lips.
“And that,” your argumentative friend said, “is why I will always win against you.”
Heat rose to your cheeks as you tried to calm your giggles.
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