Darren stepped outside wondering how he was going to spend his day. It was so nice out that he didn't want to spend it inside. The cool breeze would have felt chilly to some, but to his large burly body it was a welcome. However, a distinct smell of weed ran through the wind. He looked over to see his neighbor Scotty sitting on his back porch smoking a blunt. The 22 year old had moved in a little over a year ago and seemed to have all kinds of guests appearing at his house at all times of the day and night for no more than ten minutes. Darren always figured it was a bit odd that a high school drop out without a job could afford a descent sized house like that but didn't dare ever say anything.
Mostly because Scotty had an overly aggressive streak. His naturally muscular body seemed to be enough to ward off anyone who wanted to fight him. Though, Darren could distinctly remember him looking a bit more fit the year prior. The munchies seemed to have gotten a bit of the best of him as his toned abs were no longer six distinct blocks but one round one. Darren gave his neighbor a friendly wave. "You know you shouldn't be doing that. It's not good for you're health."
Scotty scowled at the comment. "You know you shouldn't be butting into other's business. It's not good for your health either."
Darren grinned at the quick witted comment. For some reason it seemed to piss him off ever so slightly but he wasn't going to give up. "Why don't you come over here and work out with me. It'll be more productive than what you're doing. Probably make you feel better too."
"Why don't you mind you're own fucking business."
After that, there was no way Darren was going to give up. His eyebrows furrowed. "I'm just--"
"You're just what?" Scotty got up from his plastic lawn chair and crossed his yard to confront Darren. He'd given enough warnings for his neighbor to mind his own business now he was going to take matters into his own hands. However, when he had to crane his neck back ever so slightly to look the other man in the eyes, a sense of dread washed over him. For some reason he hadn't realized just how massive of a man Darren was. He was thinking that Darren was some chubby little nerd, but standing in front of him was a broad shouldered, thick chested man that didn't look like he took shit from anyone.
"I'm just trying to help," Darren finished his sentence. "Maybe you need a bit of help. Drop and give me 20."
"What?" Scotty scoffed. Deep down he did have to fight the urge to do the push ups though. The order was running around through his mind over and over that he should just do it.
"Drop and give me 30!" Darren barked. He blew into the whistle. The loud sound went through Scotty's ears and he found his body down on the ground pumping out push up after push up. "Good." Darren smiled. He hopped the fence and stood over Scotty as he pumped out more and more.
"What the hell?" Scotty's body readjusted himself as he tried to figure out why he had just done what the other man had said. The sudden powerlessness had him just staring as Darren walked to his back porch and picked up his joint. "Hey! What are you doing?"
"This?" he presented it to Scotty. "You don't do this anymore."
"Like hell I--"
But the loud whistle pierced his mind again and he couldn't think about smoking anymore. "Shit! What the fuck!" Scotty raised his voice. Each time he thought about smoking to relax it just felt uncomfortable. Like that god damned whistle was just screaming in his head while all he wanted to do was zone out and enjoy the joint. "Fuck!" he turned his anger towards Darren. His fists clenched as he made the few feet of distance into less than one. "The fuck you think you are?"
It didn't matter that Darren was a bit taller and probably outweighed him by 50 pounds, Scotty wasn't going to let some old man tell him what to do. He tried to assert his dominance and get right up in Darren's face. However, it only seemed to make the older man laugh. He stared right back into the deadly piercing eyes without a hint of fear. "Such an angry person... You don't start fights anymore," the whistle tooted and Darren watched as Scotty's eyes softened.
"What the hell!" Scotty shouted as he paced around the backyard. He wanted to fight. He always wanted to fight. But that whistle just wouldn't leave his mind. He tried to work up the anger again but the pain it was causing was getting to him. "God damn it!" he screamed clutching his head.
Darren let the whistle fall into the gap between his pecs and watched as Scotty tried to be his old angry self. But that wasn't going to get him to stop for even a second.