But you know what? They all grinned at me in welcome,and Josh even scooted over to make room for me on the bench. At least I knew who my true friends were. Feeling grateful and loved,I sat down
THPPPPTHPPPPTHPPPPT! I farted. Or so it seemed.
The boys died laughing.I pulled the whoopee cushion out from under me and flung it on the table,which only sent them into another paroxysm.
"Nick-Kriger-is-behind-you," Josh gasped between giggles. "He totally heard it over Galaga.Do you still want us to look without looking like we're looking?" This sent them into yet another laughing fit.
"But don't worry," one of his friends said. "We'll act like we think you're hot."
They all snorted and dabbed at their eyes faux-girlishly with paper napkins from the holder. Then,as if on cue, they started their rythmic heavy breathing,and I knew one of Josh's raps was coming. The people in the booths around us turned to look, if they weren't already staring at us outright because of the whoopee cushion.

Autore: Jennifer Echols