The BEE Team

So I realized that all two (two and a half?) of my stories are with my friends who are girls and take place during the summer, so I'm switching it up and introducing some new, male people who I hung out with just a few weeks ago.

It all started with my friend Alejandro inviting me, Eric, and Dan over to his house to play Halo Reach Beta and eat chips and make fun of Dan for being fat (even though he's pencil-sized) like we usually do 'cause we're dudes and that's how we roll.

But on this particular occasion, things would be different.

At first no one suspected what was coming. It was just one of those events that seem tiny and insignificant, but later, it ends up being the catalyst to a chain of crazy historical happenings.

Basically, I'm trying to tell you that Dan killed a bee.

It wasn't some sort of spectacle; he just saw a bee and stabbed with a pool stick and that was that.

Or at least, that's what we thought...

Some time later (I don't when because I have no accurate perception of time, especially when I'm having fun), another bee started flying around.

"It's probably just the same one," Alejandro said while playing Halo, texting, and eating chips.

Unlike him, I was struggling to remember which button did what (since I don't have an Xbox), so it was up to Dan and Eric to investigate.

"No, the other one's still there," Dan called from the pool table area. He picked up some random board on the ground and announced that he was going to kill the bee with it.

"Hurry up," Eric said ten minutes as he shot me in the face. In Halo, of course.

"It's taking him a long time because he's fat," I said. I don't know if that makes any sense, but calling skinny people fat is funny, so whatever.

"No, it's by the lights and I don't wanna hit the ceiling!" Dan replied.

"That would suck so bad if there was like a hive and you hit it and we just heard this ominous buzzing sound. And then died," Alejandro cut in.

"Oh God. Now I'm scared." I think he was joking, but it was possible that there was a hive, and I think he was kind of afraid, too.

Eric sighed exasperatedly, got up, and walked over to the pool table/bee problem zone. I don't know what he was planning on doing, but a few minutes later the bee flew near him and he sort of screamed like a little girl.

Now I was interested because boys my age screaming like little girls is hilarious, so I gave up on not being killed and died. Again. But that was going to happen anyways, and besides, this was entertaining.

Alejandro eventually gave up too and we both watched them attempt to fight the bee. Dan would try to swing at it, but he's like 10 feet tall, so he couldn't do much without getting dangerously close to the ceiling, which possibly contained a bee hive. Eric, meanwhile, would have a freak-out every now and then and Alejandro and I would just laugh at them.

"Okay, it's not working!" Eric exclaimed as if it wasn't obvious. He grabbed a blanket and approached the pool table.

So by this point I'd lost interest in my friends' stupidity and went back to losing at Halo. But apparently Dan and Eric had formulated some sort of plan and Eric threw the blanket at the bee in the hopes of capturing it.

"Where'd it go?" he asked once he took cover from behind a chair.

"Maybe you actually got it. Very impressive," I answered as sarcastically as I could.

"Yeah, so come back now," Alejandro added, obviously bored of the situation.

"No, maybe it's just hiding!" Dan argued. Eric nodded in agreement.

"Then pick up the blanket and check."

"But if it's not dead then it might get out!"

"Fine!" Alejandro got up and stomped on every available inch of the blanket for a good minute or so and then picked it up.

And what do you know? A very angry bee shot out and started circling the lights again.

Eric shrieked and ran for the stairs and to the safety of dinner.

"We are all going to die!" I shouted. Almost dying seems to happen to me a lot. Now I understood the secret genius of Eric's cowardice.

"Maybe if we turn off the lights and turn on the other lights, it'll go away," Alejandro said. So he shut off the lights over the pool table and switched on the ones near the stairs.

"Great, now we're trapped here!" Dan cried, approaching with his wooden plank.

"No, not near my dad's computer stuff," Alejandro commanded.

It was then something dramatic happened: I decided that I was done with this nonsense. Yeah. I decided to be the mature one. That's scary.

"HUNGRY!" I screamed, "Move! I. Want. FOOD!" So I pushed them out of the way and ran upstairs to appease my teenage stomach. I probably almost got killed by the bee, but I wasn't really paying attention anymore. I just can't concentrate on one thing for that long.

Alejandro and Dan joined us a few minutes later and we wolfed down pizza while plotting our revenge against the bee...

We returned to the basement armed with Nerf guns, a rubber band machine gun, and a rubber chicken. Yeah. We meant business. This would be a fight to the death, a war to end all wars. It was all or nothing, now or never.

Except there was one problem: the bee had disappeared. It was definitely still alive when we left it; now, we couldn't even find a body. So, naturally, we turned on the Xbox again and just remained on high alert.

"Hey, guys," Alejandro said a few minutes later.

"What?"

"I didn't know this would BEE so much fun!"

The End.