The colors of the world seem to flash by Brad as he is dislodged from his Step-father's disgusting sock.
The world suddenly seemed to take on a different perspective, however as Brad began his decent towards the ground below him.
His hopes rose, however, as he noticed he was still in the vasinity of Steve; he could land somewhere on his body or the chair and land safely!
His hopes of safety are crushed suddenly as he noticed her wasnt going near Steve's torso, but a shiny metalic object in Steve's hands; his beer can.
Brad began to wiggle and manuver in the air, but soon entered his prison of smelly, dark brown liquid with a SPLORSH!
The beer was cold and stung Brad's eyes as he began to resurface, gladly gulping and chocking on the stale air around him.
The water had barely made a movement when Brad impacted. Brad looked up and saw the shining light of the outside world from the cans opening;
Steve hadnt noticed Brad's trials afterall.
A horrible sound like a car crash filled the world around Brad causing Brad to cover his ears in pain.
The walls suddenly began to slowly creep inwards with a groan from the metal around him, the beer sloshing and seemingly begining to rise.
He was rising closer to the openng of the can! A little more and he could pull himself to safety!
~STEVE'S POV~
The game begun to really pick up; his team was almos ready to catch up!
The ball soars through the air; Steve's heart seemingly stops.
His player reaches for the ball passing an opposing team member
.......................................................................
The reffere blows his wistle calling a foul!
Steve's jaw drops in disbelief.
Anger suddenly replaces the shock, his hand now holding a death grip on his can and its tiny passenger.
A stream of curse words begins flowing from Steve's mouth, as though the ref could actually hear him.
His free hand thrashes around in foul gestures as he takes his new found energy out of the ref.
Moments passed and Steve finally calmed down, his cursing down to a few mumbles.
All that yelling had made him tirstly.
That is when he remembered his can in his hand.
~BRAD'S POV~
His hand was only a mere inch away when Brad felt the beer begin to stir; Steve was raising the can.
Brad's thoughts didn't connect until he saw the giant face of Steve come into view.
Brad immediatly began yelling for the giants attention; that's when he noticed Steve's eyes glued to the T.V.
Steve's pale pink lips came into view, his mouth parting ever so slightly to welcome the cold drink.
Brad begins to look around, trying to conjure up an idea to escape....
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