When you seek your bros' help

“Are you my bros?” asked Sheng.

Scott and Michael looked at him and then looked at each other. They first snickered and burst into laughter. Sheng passed them two red energy drinks. “Of course, we are your bros,” they said as they drank the fuzzy liquid in one go. He took out his phone and showed them a picture. He pointed at a silver-haired girl in the background.

“Help me, chase her,” Sheng said.

“Why the hell does my face look that big?” said Michael.

“At least it came in the frame,” said Scott.

“Your face is—”

“Will you too shut up,” said Sheng.

“Who is she, anyway?” said Michael.

“She’s the art representative in our class,” said Sheng. “I think she likes me. Because I catch her looking at me, and sometimes she also blushes.”

Fiona sat on the bench and drew something on her page. Her silvered hair glittered in the sunlight. Her honey pupils rested in her round eyes. Stardust-like freckles adorned her pert nose. Her soft pink lips curved into a smile. Sheng smiled as she mesmerized him. He leaned against the grill. Scott pushed him, and he flapped his arms as he fell. Michael pulled him, and Scott smirked. Scott made a plane, and Sheng said, “It better not be another prank.”

“Don’t worry, man. I had Aisha make this drawing. She’ll surely follow it.” He threw the plane and it hit on the head. “Yeah, I’m getting good at this.”

She opened it, and her eyes widened. “Okay, the trap is set,” said Michael. “Now, go fall in it.”

“What do you mean?”

“Dude, just get in the position." Sheng ran, but when he looked back, both of them smirked.

“This doesn’t look good,” he whispered.

The next drawing came into view, and he stood in front of it. Fiona came from behind. She slid a strand of hair behind her ear and glanced at him. She looked to the floor and blushed. “Hey,” she said.

“Hey,” he said. “You… a… too trying to follow these drawings.”

“Yes.”

“May we do it together?”

“I didn’t know you had an interest in art?”

“Well, I have many interests.” He said. “Mainly you,” he whispered.

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“What?”

“Nope, nothing.”

“So, where do we have to go?”

“We have to….” He turned his face away and whispered, “How in the world am I supposed to interpret that?” In the drawing, he and Fiona rode on a dragon so ugly as though a five-year-old made it. They rode from a desert to a meadow with a hole in the cross-section.

“Maybe it’s saying we have to go to the right,” she said. He nodded, and they both walked together.

Even though Scott and Michael created the whole hunt in an hour, it never looked like that. First, Sheng got his foot stuck on the first step of the stairs. He tried his best but failed.

“Dude, it was clear in the piece that there is a hole,” Michael texted him.

“I didn’t know you guys literally broke the stairs!”

“Hey, they were already broke.”

“Sure.”

He pulled his foot out and fell on the floor. She gave him a hand, and they stood hand in hand for a whole minute. Finally, they looked away, and she smiled.

"Umm, thanks."

"It's okay."

She picked the other piece and said, “It looks like a mime.”

“A mime?”

A roar came from the playground. They ran outside, and Scott stood surrounded by a crowd of kids. Scott stared into Sheng’s eyes and put his hand into his pocket.

“Oh, it’s like that huh?” said Sheng, and he put his hand into his pocket too. They both glared at each other. Sunlight turned yellow, and a tumbleweed rolled between them. They both drew, but Sheng blinked. Scott shot, and Sheng fell to his knees.

“Sheng!” Fiona cried.

“Maybe we should abandon—.”

“No!” she said.

“No?”

“Yes, I mean no. We will endure. This mime of a thing.” She pointed at Scott. “He can’t defeat us.” She took out a five-foot-long bazooka and fired. The bazooka roared like thunder. A flash blinded them all. Fiona marched toward Scott and snatched the piece from his dying hands.

They went to several other rooms. They slid a library shelf to reveal an abandoned room full of disco balls. Then they went to the School aviary. Scott somehow trained the parrots to say, “Heng likes you.” Suffice it to say, they didn’t stay there long. Finally, they reached the last room.

Principal Carter was written in gold on a green plate next to the dark wood door. “Are we seriously gonna do this?” Sheng asked.

“Yes,” she said, and grinned. For a minute, he stared at her. Her teeth shined like diamonds, and her cheeks blushed like roses. “Should we?” she said. They opened the door and started searching. After twenty minutes of searching, Sheng took out his phone. “Where did you hide it?”

“Why should I tell you?” said Scott.

“How did you even hide it in the Principal’s room?”

“Talent.”

He sighed and went back to searching. The door knocked, and he put a chair in front of the door.

“What are we going to do?” she said.

He looked around, and said, “The window.”

He ran toward it, but its lock got stuck. “When was the last time he opened this window?” He punched the window, and it hit him like a nail. He cried and shook his hand to heal the pain. He pushed it again, and the window opened. “Come on, hurry.” He pushed her out, and the door burst open.

“Hey, you,” roared Principal Carter. “You’re not getting away.”

He jumped out and fell. Fiona helped him stand. She grabbed his hand, and they both ran with all their might. They hit in the darkness behind the stairs. “I’m sorry, Fiona.”

“For what?”

“For all this? I never thought it would turn out like this. I just wanted to ask you out, and then Scott and Michael—.”

“Wait, you did all this?”

“Unfortunately, yes.”

“Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“Well, I—.”

“It’s the most fun I ever had.”

“You liked it?”

“Yeah, you know, I like drawing, but a person does get bored sitting in one place.”

“Well, in that case, do you want to go out with me?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”