“Hey, Manny,” Jewel says, confusion marring her plain face.

“What, Jewel?” Manny sighed, exasperated. “Did you find another toadstool that will magically cure world hunger?”

“No. I did not.” She said curtly, running her hand through the short hair flopping over her face. “Just... Just come over here, you jerk.”

He wandered over, his large feet kicking up the dust on the floor of the old house.

“What magical thing do you want me to see this time?” He asks, his big brown eyes rolling dramatically.

“Behold, a coat hanger!” Jewel exclaims, raising her skinny arms, as if to say, “Ta da!”

“Wow,” Manny said, his voice filled with annoyance. “I have never seen anything like it.” He began walking towards the door, having decided he was done exploring the abandoned house.

“Let’s go. There’s nothing interesting here.“His words are emphasized by him pulling open the splitting wooden door.

“You idiot. It’s a trap door.” Jewel says, as if it was obvious. “If you had only looked, you would have seen that the hanger is the handle for it.” She turned back to the door, pulling the hanger away from the floor.

“Okay, fine. Maybe there is something a little interesting.”

He strolls over, hands in the pockets of his excessively ripped jeans.

“Well, what’s in it,” He asks, standing beside Jewel.

“Drum roll, please!” She demands, smiling at Manny, and refusing to pull on the door.

“What are you, five? ” He scoffs, her smile prompting one from him.

“Manny. I am not lifting this until you give me a drum roll.” She drops the hanger, sitting on it, as she says this. He rolls his eyes again.

“Fine, you dork.” He laughs, leaning down to drum on her head.

“Hey!” She says, standing up and hitting him softly.

“You asked for a drum roll.” Manny says simply, his eyes filled with the smile his face couldn’t hold.

Jewel turned back to the door, reaching down to pull up the hanger. She pulls, slowly, the heavy door creaking as it opened. Jewel lets the door open completely with a thud, collapsing on the groud in a grand dramatic display.

“It’s... It’s full of spaghetti, Jewel. Like, cooked spaghetti...“His baffled tone send Jewel throwing herself up from the groud. She stands quicker than her feet can get under her. Jewel feels herself slipping. She’s going down, down, landing... She is laying in something wet and cold.

“Yeah...” She says. “That there is definitely cooked spaghetti.“She says, confused and disgusted, wiping the slimy pasta off her face.

“Hey, Manny?” She calls. “What do you say we go home?”

Manny laughs, his spiky hair coming into view from above.

“Yeah. That’s probably a good idea.” He offers her a hand, pulling her out of the hole easily. “Let’s go.” He says, leading the way out.

That awkward moment when you tell your sibling they look good in your new hat.

That awkward moment when you told them that because you can’t actually see them.

That awkward moment when you try on your hat, and look crazy.

That awkward moment when there is metal on your head and someone hits it with a fork.

That awkward moment when you decide you are the biggest dork.

That awkward moment when your hat keeps falling off, because it’s not made for you.

That awkward moment when you write about a hat.

That awkward moment when it isn’t a hat at all.

That awkward moment when your hat is actually...

...DRUM ROLL PLEASE....

Your family’s collander.

That awkward moment whe you don’t know why you are wearing it.

That awkward moment when you are anyway.

That akward moment when wearing a collander is actually kind of nice.