Wanna Play? (We-Write #11)

We-Write #11: Home Alone + Last Week's Winners Announced!

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Nathan opened the door to see Mark giddily holding up the game they were about to play. "Wanna play?" Mark asked in a singsong voice.

"Knock it off you dork, the Xbox is waiting." Nathan said as he pulled Mark into the entryway and playfully shoved him towards the living room.

He turned back to the door and was just about to lock up when his phone started ringing. Concentrating on the lock, he didn't bother to look at the screen as he answered, "Hello?"

"Nathan..." he froze, his body suddenly growing tense, he knew that voice. "Hey man, sorry I can't drop by. Mom's giving me a hard time over here.." He stopped listening and slowly turned towards the living room. Mark, that was Mark on the phone. But Mark was also in his living room, right?

There in the living room, "Mark" sat on the floor, his head turned at an awkward angle as he looked back at Nathan with bloodshot eyes and a face-splitting grin.

In an almost childlike voice he asked, "Wanna play?"

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