"Fun" for everyone

You have gym as the last period in the day and, lucky for you, have the gym teacher who has long since stopped caring about trying to get his students to do much. Having been sent to change back into your normal clothes with plenty of time before the bell rings, you and a few other students were hanging out just outside the doors, killing time until you were allowed to finally go home for the weekend. You were leaning back against the wall, scrolling through something on your phone, when someone walks up and lightly prods you in the side.

"Wh- hey, Amy," you say, startling a bit. Your friend stood there, stretching her arms over her head in a yawn, letting her long dark hair shift to cover one of her eyes. She adjusted the shoulder of the wide-necked t-shirt she was wearing as she looked up to you with a grin.

"Ugh, finally! This week sucked," she says, "can't wait to just kick back 'til Monday."

"Yeah, I guess," you respond, turning back to your phone, "I don't have much going on." Amy seems to think for a moment, before she very pointedly leans with her arm against the wall next to you. When you still don't look back at her, she jabs you in the side again. "Ow, what?!"

"I bet I can figure out something for you to do this weekend," Amy says simply, and yet there's something in her smirk that's hard for you to place.

"...Should I be worried?"

"Maybe!" When you give her an unamused look, Amy just snickers and pulls out her phone. "Seriously though, there's gotta be something I can find that you'd enjoy doing. A party or something, or maybe there's some concert or something in town this weekend. Hell, even if I just come over and we can figure out some shit from there."

You sigh. You'd always been a little bit of of a pushover around Amy, but she was actually pretty good at getting you to try new things. You rub the bridge of your nose, but look back up with a small smile. "Fine," you say, and Amy lets out a quick cheer and fist pump as the bell finally rings.

"Nice! Alright, I'll text you in a couple hours, this'll be great!" she says, and starts to run off to the senior parking lot.

"Don't make me regret this!" you call out after her.

"C'mon," she says, turning back to you for a moment, "you can trust me!"