"I like him," Was your confession. A very bold confession, I must say. That's what you told me on that sunny September day as you watched him catch frisbees during lunch. Everyone else was eating and he was jumping around like an ass - trying to catch a frisbee. A neon green frisbee, at that. Stupid.

He was always stupid - a lady killer. Was that why you liked him? I'm still not sure why you liked him.

And then - then! My other friend - you know her - she said she didn't like him. Him, the same guy! But she was lying...lying through her teeth...another confession but more secrets. Don't lie to me. I thought we were friends?

The only way to settle this is a game. A game. The prize is him, the boy. The contestants? The two of you.

Contestant number one, what do you say?

"I like him so much...I hate myself for feeling so weak like this. So weak..."

When it comes to love we're all weak, really. We're all weak...

Contestant number two, what do you say?

"I don't like him, really."

Are you sure? Don't lie to me...I can't stand any more secrets.

"If he asks me out I'll probably say yes."

Really? You're sure?
I thought you just said you didn't like him?
Wouldn't that be lying, contestant number two?

So contestants, what's behind the red curtain?

You know, don't you?

It's him - the prize. He's the prize.

None of you can decide - I'm the one inbetween, the moderator. I say that a fight is called for. A fight between the two of you. Whoever wins can have him. They can have him.

A fight for the death is called for, wouldn't you say?

A fight between friends.