Before I can think of what to do, Megan's massive butt descends on me as she sits down. I get sandwiched between the hard seat and her soft butt. I am unable to move, but luckily I was not squashed to death. From underneath Megan, I can just make out my friend's voices.
"I think that is his lunch, but I don't know where he went," I hear Jake say. "He is not responding to my texts."
"Maybe he got sick," Megan suggests. "Or maybe he went to see his secret girlfriend." She giggles. "Who does he like anyway?"
"I'm not sure," Jake responds, "but that girl with the purple hair... Alice has a big crush on him."
"Oh yeah, she's the stage manager for our play. Maybe I could set them up," Maddie says. The conversation moves on to our usual lunchtime discussion, which ranges from everything like homework assignments to life theories. I only half-listen to the conversation as I try and wiggle, but it is to no avail.
"I should warn you guys," Megan interjects, "that these chili dogs make me fart."
"Ugg, just be glad you didn't have to share a tent with her after sloppy joes for dinner," states Maddie. "There was enough natural gas in there to power a heater." Everyone laughs at this.
Megan shifts her weight to one side. Pppppuuuuurrrrrrtttt. A massive, earth-shattering fart escapes her butt, sending warm rotten egg air over me. "The natural gas factory is now open for business," Megan says through laughs.
"Dude, that was so loud," exclaims Jake.
"There is more where that came from." Phhhhhfffttt…phhhhhfffttt…phhhhhfffttt, Megan expels three farts in a row, followed by more giggles. By the time I think I am going to pass out, she finally stands up, providing me with a breath of fresh air. Unfortunately, I am stuck to butt as she heads to…