“Maybe they’ll throw smoke bombs at yours. Or those little bomb things that smell like farts,” she suggested. At least you’re useful, was what she wouldn’t tack on. Brandon may not have been popular either, but at least he contributed something useful to the cause of surviving.
“Yeah, guess you’re right. It’s pretty boring watching other people do shit you want to do.” She shrugged, wishing she could say something reassuring and at the same time regretting snapping at him via text when he’d first told her about his accident. She was still a little embarrassed by her reaction.
He didn’t cotton on to her subtle joke about blindness and masturbation, and she glanced away when she felt her face heat up. She knew it was only a stupid myth, but maybe it was an age gap thing. Older people didn’t always understand the new lingo of the younger generation. Not that there was even really that much of an age gap. “Never mind. Stupid joke some stupid kid told me once.”
She arched an eyebrow at his teasing threat. “Please. Don’t I always?”
Now that was definitely humoring her. Maddie knew how much he valued his dude friends, so she really had no reason to take a comment like that seriously. Still, his attention was on her right now. Unlike her supposed friends. “Anything specific in mind for today? Food fight, shouting match, or just the usual poking fun at Pregzilla?”