"I Will Leave You In The Valley of Fire... I Shit You Not..."

In high school, Trevor and I were quite well known. We never missed the chance to perform in school assemblies, and we were constantly seen in the principal's office on many occasions after we were caught setting off the smoke detectors (accidentally of course,) or after we took one of the golf carts on campus out for a spin at the maximum 10 miles an hour out in the parking lot in wild circles.

Despite the fact we always seemed to get in trouble, we developed a very close relationship with our instructors who seemed to be slightly amused by our stupidity and always let us off easy. One of our favorites was our play director Andy who seemed to share the same sense of humor we did.

The annual High School Shakespeare Competition arrived, and two white vans were scheduled to drive the team the grueling 45 minutes to Cedar City from St. George. Trevor and I were assigned to a van with Andy, and we were having a blast making jokes and bouncing in our seats. We weren't immature; we were just living life in a very playful manner.

After our intense drive, we competed and won. Excitement was everywhere, and Trevor and I were thriving upon it. Everyone piled pack in the vans to go home, and Trevor and I babbled happily away to one another as we buckled our seat belts.
"Trevor...Trevor... What's that? No, you're supposed to look at where I'm pointing. Look Trevor! Look! Stop being a jerk! Look!"
"I'm not looking. Last time I looked you punched my arm. It's not funny, and I don't even get the joke."
"No, Trevor, I'm not gonna...just look. It's so funny. You're missing it!"
"I'm not--"
"Treeeeeeevor....Doooooooo it!"
"K... Only if you'll-- AHHHH! YOU PUNCHED ME!"
"Bahahaha. Did you get it? It was a joke. You totally didn't even see it coming."
"Shutup. I hate you. You suck."
"Trevor, what is that? Look!"
"I hate you. How about you look? Look, OH! Too late."
"Treeeeeeevor, you punched me twice as hard as I hit you..."

Now, to an outsider, th is may look like we were acting like small children. However we were really acting in an extremely mature manner that was just misunderstood by others.
After about five or so minutes, we wanted to included Andy in our fun. He probably was just in a "mood," because he didn't respond.

"Andy? Andy...hey. Hey, Andy! Annnnndy! Andy, come on. Look! Andy! Look back here! Annnnnndy! Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeey! What...Andy! Heeeeey! *snerk* Hahahaha. Hey Andy! Look what we--"

Suddenly, Andy spun around violently from the driver's seat; his face set in a scowl.
"I will leave you in the valley of fire...I shit you not."

Our mouths dropped open in shock. For the rest of the trip we remained quiet. Later, we came to the conclusion that we aren't obnoxious. People just don't understand us, that's all.