[Langa's point of view]
Y/n: "So, here's my place. Come on in!"
She has a nice little house.
Y/n: "I'll get started on dinner. Feel free to make yourself at home."
I can't believe I'm in a girl's house. Reki flops himself onto the couch and turns on the TV. Well, he feels at home. I peek in the kitchen.
Langa: "Want some help?"
Y/n: "I'm good. Thanks though."
I go back to the living room. How is Reki asleep already?! He really does feel at home. It looks like he put in a DVD of a skating competition. I sit on the floor and begin to watch it. After a while, I see Y/n on the TV.
Langa: "Wait, Y/n was in this competition?"
Reki: "Yeah." When did he wake up? "She won, too. *Yawn* See? The medal's right there in that case."
I look over to see a large case with lots of trophies, medals, and certificates. I walk over.
Reki: "It's not just skating stuff either. She does stuff on her trick bike, too. There's also some stuff for her art pieces and culinary skills."
Langa: "Whoa, she's incredible." I say still looking at all her achievements.
Reki: "I know, right?!"
I look back and see his face break into a wide smile hearing that I think so highly of his best friend. Out of nowhere, I see a spark of mischief flash in his eyes. He starts looking around the room, seemingly looking for something, but he has an impish smirk on his face. Now I'm kind of worried.
[Reki's point of view]
Y/n's great at everything! Well... almost everything anyway. The only thing she's bad with is how easily I can scare her. I remember last time when I set up that bucket of water that dumped on her head. She couldn't walk under a door frame without tensing up for a long time after that! I scared her so bad, she was on edge for more than a week! It was hilarious!
Reki: "Hey, Langa, wanna prank Y/n?" I whisper so Y/n doesn't hear me.
Langa: "Y-y/n? Why?!"
Reki: "Shh! Keep it down or she'll hear!"
Langa: "But why?" he whispered back.
Reki: "Why? Because it'll be hilarious! Why else would you prank someone?"
He stared at me, confused. Forget it. I'll do it myself. Let's see. What should I do?
[Langa's point of view]
Where's he going? I follow him upstairs. He walks into a room and I follow. Wait! This is Y/n's room! Why is he in her room? Why am I in her room?!
Langa: "What are you doing?!"
Reki: "Looking for a good place to set up a prank. I thought that was obvious."
Langa: "Yeah, but why in her room?"
Reki: "She won't expect it here, now will she?"
That's true, but it feels wrong to be in her room without her permission first. Even more so with Reki opening her closet and drawers. Does he have any concept of privacy?
Reki: "Hey, check this out! I remember this picture!"
Now I'm curious.
Langa: "Can I see?"
Reki: "Yeah, sure."
It's a picture of them playing at the park together as little kids.
Langa: "Wow, you two've been friends for a long time."
Reki: "Yeah. Ever since I can remember, really. Kinda crazy now that I really think about it."
We stand there staring at the picture for a second.
Reki: "I wonder what other stuff's in here."
He doesn't wonder for long. He starts rummaging through her nightstand drawer quicker than I can think to stop him.
Langa: "I don't think you should be going through her things. Maybe we should leav-"
Reki: "Hey, Langa, I found her diary!" he whispers excitedly.
Langa: "You should put it back."
Reki: "Pff. Why would I do that? Let's read it."
Langa: "I really don't think that's a good id-"
Y/n: "Boys! Dinner's ready!"
My heart jumped into my throat at her sudden call up the stairs. I grip my shirt from the scare. Similarly, Reki jumped out of his skin and dropped Y/n's journal.
Reki: "Coming!" Reki calls.
Y/n: "Okay!"
He goes to grab the journal, but as he gets up, he hits his head on the open nightstand drawer. He groans, holding the back of his head. He breathes through his teeth, swallowing the pain.
Y/n: "Hurry up or it'll get cold!"
Reki gets off the ground forgetting his pain and smiles.
Reki: "Now you'll get to learn first hand how great a cook she is."
Well, he recovered fast.
[Y/n's point of view]
Y/n: "I made beef stew, rice, and fresh bread rolls."
Reki: "Yes! Her bread rolls are amazing!"
I'm glad he thinks so highly of my food. He's so nice. I served us all our food and we all ate. I made sure I made a lot. Teenage boys should have hearty appetites.
[Langa's point of view]
Reki: "I'm full!" Reki exclaimed.
Langa: "Mmmn." Me too. I'm stuffed.
We both lean back in our chairs.
Y/n: "Hope you aren't too full for cheesecake."
Reki and Langa: "Cheesecake?!" Reki and I sat up.
Y/n: "That's what I thought. I'll go get it." She grabs it from the fridge and plates us each a slice. "I made it myself. Hope you like it."
[Reki's point of view]
Reki: "I'm gonna burst!" I say, leaning back in my chair. "I can't finish it. Langa?"
I push my plate toward him, offering the rest of the slice.
Langa: "So *Hiccup* full." He groaned.
Reki: "You shouldn't have had a second piece then."
Langa: "I know. It was so~ good though."
Where does he pack it all away?
Y/n giggled.
Y/n: "Glad you liked it." She smiles broadly. "Oh, hey, guys. Do you maybe want to play a game?"
She and I make eye contact. That game. Yes!
Langa: "What kind of game?"
Reki: "It's a game called 'Free Skate 360!' (Author's Note:It's a video game I made up) It has different challenges that you need to complete while skating!"
Langa: "Oh, cool."
Reki: "Hang on. Isn't your third controller kind of a piece of junk?"
Y/n: "Last one to the gaming console gets the crappy controller!" she yells as she runs out of the room.
Hey! What the heck!
[Y/n's point of view]
I bolt out of the room and Reki follows right behind me, but he trips and falls flat on his face. Ha! Idiot. I watch Langa step over him and walk over to me. I start to untangle the wires of the controllers.
Y/n: "And here you are, Langa. Your controller."
Langa: "Thanks."
Y/n: "Yeah, no prob."
Reki came over and I handed him his.
Reki: "I forgot how much this controller sucks. It's been so long since we've used it."
Y/n: "It sure stinks to be slow~" I tease.
Reki gives me a punch in the arm.
Y/n: "Hey! Rude!"
Reki sticks his tongue out. He's such a child.
~Timeskip to Gameplay~
[Langa's point of view]
Reki: "Aww man! If only this stupid 'Y' button worked!"
Y/n: "Don't forget, you were the one who broke it in the first place."
Langa: "He did?"
Reki: "Do you have to bring this up every time?"
Y/n: "Well you did! You obliterated the 'Y' button trying to win against me in a race. You didn't even win. So pitiful." She smirked as she said it, cutting him off in the race, winning again. "Maybe if you'd won, I wouldn't have to bring it up every time."
Reki: "Tsk."
I chuckle. They act like siblings.
Y/n: "Hey, it's getting kinda late."
Reki: "One more round! Please!"
Y/n: "Is that alright with you Langa?"
I nod.
Y/n: "Great! One more race!"
[Reki's point of view]
After the last race, Langa and I get our things together and start to head out the door.
Reki: "That was fun! Also, thanks for the meal."
Langa: "Yeah. Thanks for having us over for dinner."
Y/n: "No prob!" I had a great time having you guys over! You should come again sometime!"
Reki: "You bet!"
Y/n: "Before you two leave, take a couple pieces of this cheesecake home with you. I can't finish it all."
She hands us each a paper bag with two neat, individually wrapped cheesecake slices.
Reki: "Thanks! Bye!" I say, as I head off in the direction of my house. It's the same direction as Langa's, so we walked together.
Reki: "What did I tell you? Her cooking is fantastic!"
Langa: "Mmmn. It really is."
Reki: "So, what do you think? Can we be friends?" Please say yes! Please say yes!
Langa: "Sure. You're fun."
Yes!
Reki: "What about Y/n? She's pretty great, right?"
His cheeks turned bright red. Wait. Does he like her?
Langa: "Y-yeah. She's nice." His expression softens as he talks about her. "She's really cool."
Reki: "So you... like her?" I asked with a smirk.
He looks at me with wide eyes as his face gets redder.
Reki: "So you do like her!"
Langa: "Y-yeah."
Reki: "I don't blame you!"
Langa: "Please don't tell her!"
Reki: "No worries! I won't say a word! Promise!" I thrust my fist out to him for a fist bump. He looks at it, confused. "Fist bump. Come on. Don't leave me hanging."
We fist bump and walk back, talking about skating and other random stuff until we part ways. I can't wait for tomorrow night! Too bad I didn't get to prank Y/n though. Oh, crap! I never took care of Y/n's journal!