"Denny, we have to study. God damn."

"Ugh, Tarquin, we know this forwards and mostly the other way; let's have some fun."

"No, you don't just stay after school and shit to not study for exams. They're so important."

"Fuck you, fun fucker." I was all pissed off and crying because Denny wouldn't study, and my notes were getting wet and drippy from my tears, and I was like

"DENNY NO!" and Denny got up and left.

Eugene was just getting back from the bathroom, and he told me he hadn't washed his hands loudly before he caught me sitting tough with my books on the stage sitting next to two sets of small, movable steps.

"Tarquin, look... Stand up. My God."

"No. I'm studying for my goddamn exam. Eugene, I hate you."

"Pleeeeaaassseeee..."

"Fuck... Fine." He grabbed the steps beside me and flipped them over, their brown woodness scraping against the waxed stage of also brown woodness.

"Grab this end and help me get this up there." We both took a side and lifted the upside down stairs onto the right side up stairs.

"Harumph, pah... They fit." They perfectly fit together. Eugene fell to the floor laughing at the same time I did, our bodies thumping like stuff.

"IT'S A SQUARE! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"OH MY GOD IT'S A SQUARE BASHHSHFALHAHA!"

Denny came back in the room with his middle finger high in the air, but then he saw it and he pissed himself with laughter.

We all got Ds on the exam, except Denny who got an F-, and our teacher grabbed us by the stomaches and called us smooth gentleman who were a waste of good brains, but told us we could get jobs on our looks because we're beautiful boys.