Diego and the Prompt (part 1)
"Hey, Diego, I'm bored," I said, turning to my friend. He and I have known each other for years, but most of our friendship consists of insults and arguments that neither one of us take seriously. We technically have something we should be doing, we are in our psychology class, and we haven't done any of our work in the past two weeks, but it's not like we plan on starting now.
"Go cry about it; I'm busy," he replied.
I look over at his screen, and he's in the middle of reading part 7 of Jojo's Bizzare Adventure. I have no clue how; almost every comic site on the internet is blocked on the school Chromebooks, but I don't question it.
"You aren't fucking busy; stop lying." I turn my screen to him. I have a writing website opened. I don't enjoy writing all too much, but it gives me something to do. I click under the challenges tab and ask him to pick a prompt. After scrolling through for a while, he clicks on one.
"Do that one." I look over at the prompt and immediately shut him down.
It read Spaghetti juggling.
"I'm not going to do that one; it's stupid, and what would I even write about?"
"Dude, it literally says that it could be anything as long as someone juggles spaghetti."
I laugh. I can't even imagine a way to work that into a story.
He clicks 'enter' and turns the screen back to me.
"You should just write that you went to the new Mario movie and started passing out spaghetti to everyone."
"What about the juggling part?"
"Walk to the very front of the theatre and just start juggling that shit."
One thing that I admire about Diego is that he is such a shameless idiot.
I laugh, telling him that I wasn't going to write to that prompt and return the screen to him so he can select a different challenge.