Sometimes, on days like these, warm, welcoming spring days like these, couples would go and play in the sun. People always looked happy when outside in this weather, and it proved the beauty and grace of the world and our commitment to that beauty. 

 Well unless you were Terry and anything that wasn't related to a screen was boring and 'last century'.

 Terry, on this luscious day, was busy shooting pixelated people with pixelated bullets in a pixelated world. He heard a knock on the door, not more than 10 paces away from him, and called: "Mom! Can you get that?"

 He could hear his mother call in response, "No!" She was somewhere else in the house entirely but could still be heard, "I'm actually pretty busy!"

 Terry rolled his eyes like his mother had NEVER been busy before. He stared at the screen for a moment. "So am I!" The round had ended. His team had lost, like usual, and by that logic, he wasn't done until he won a round. 

 The bang on the door came and went again. "Terry!" A voiced called. "Terrence Walkins! Open the door! I can hear you! That's the LOSER music I hear playing! Come open the door!" 

 Of course, it was Jesse.

 Terry grunted and threw the controller onto the sofa, slugging over to the door. With a very loud groan, he opened the door begrudgingly.

 There stood a tall woman, her raven hair tied in a messy bun and pushed back with a headband. While she was a beautiful girl, there was something terrifying about her. She was wearing EXERCISE CLOTHING.

 Terry visibly gulped, and then tried to close the door. Too late, she had already placed her foot in the way of the door and quickly overpowered him by pushing it open. 

 Terry fell on his ass. 

 "Hey, there short-stuff. Need a hand?" Her smirk as she extended a helping hand made him not want to accept it, however, he was very lazy and wanted to put in the least amount of effort possible. Sacrifices of pride shall be made, he supposed. He reached for her hand and was yanked up by her superior strength. "Jesse!" He cried with false joy. "What are...you doing here...?"

 "Spring break-" She started with absolutely no hesitation, "is no time to be hiding inside! That's a winter thing!" Terry made a face of disgust and widened his eyes, flaring his nose. "No! Outdoors is where all the people are! Besides," He remarked, "Inside is a year-round thing. Also please don't make me go outside!" Suddenly, he was on the floor begging. 

 He placed his hands on her feet and bowed. Partly because he wanted to make fun of her, and partly because he REALLY did NOT want to go anywhere near that evil, deceiving hell that is...outdoors.

 She scoffed. "Terry- are you serious? You're on the track team, for God's sake- your not THAT lazy."

 "Oh, Jesse! There's my favourite kid!"

 Ms. Walkins (recently divorced), walked in to see the odd sight. She had a grin on her face, one that could trick goblins. The woman was crazy!... Or at least that's what Terry said about her.

 "Hi, Penelope!" Jesse called back with a friendly wave.

 Terry died a little bit. Now, since his mother seemed to love Jesse more than him, he KNEW he would have to do whatever Jesse said. He was still wrapped around Jesse's legs as he began to strategize.

 "How many times have you gotten this brat out of the house?"

 "Once. But only because I offered to buy him a game." His mother sighed.

 Jesse smirked so evilly that without seeing it, Terry could feel it, and it made the hair on his neck stand up. Jesse was the scariest best friend he could ask for. That's why he loved her.

 "I'll take him outside. Mark, Kiley, Jane, and Twaine wanted to go to the beach, so I wanted to drag Boogernose with me!" When it came to playful insults, that was one of the few Jesse could use around Ms. Walkins. She was a nice, and very humourus woman, and she loved Jesse, but she did NOT like swearing. Any other occasion and Terry would be 'Twatty' or 'Nerd-dick'.

 "Oh! That sounds lovely!"

 Terry had to come up with a plan quickly. He decided that the smartest thing he could say at that moment was...

 "I'm pregnant!"

 Silence fell over them for about 0.1 seconds, until Jesse yanked him up by the arm and yelled, "Then I guess the baby will be born at the beach!" She smiled.

 "I don't have my swimsuit-"

 "I bought you a new one! Transboy friendly!"

 "I need to pee!"

 "There are bathrooms there."

 "I'm dying of a fatal disease!"

 "Called laziness."

 With still more protests and excuses, Jesse dragged Terry's sorry-ass out of the house.

 "I'm being kidnapped!" He called. But everyone in his neighbourhood was use to this.

 "Shush!" Jesse put a finger to his lips. "You will go to the beach, and you will have fun with your good-looking best friend, damn it!"

 Terry went limp. "Terry isn't home. He's dead."

 While that may not have saved him from the beach, it did save him from having to walk there. That was 1 for Terry, and... 9000 for Jesse.

 It was a start. A sad, sad start. But a start.