"Okay, ready?" you asked Simon, one arm under his knees and the other hooked around his bicep. It was an awkward position, but the best you could come up with.

Your phone stood on a tripod on the couch, filming the careful setup—Simon had finally agreed to join you in one of the social media trends you liked.

You were supposed to take turns lifting each other, and you were confident you could lift him. After all, you went to the gym more often than not. Surely you could hold him up for a few seconds, right?

Simon lay on the ground, unimpressed by your preparations. His eyes were bored, though you caught a glint of amusement in them. He rolled his eyes and gave a nod, signaling you to begin.

You took a deep breath and confidently stood up—

Only to be yanked right back down. You didn’t even come close to lifting him. He huffed as you fell onto him, staring at you like he was silently saying, "I told you so."

You weren’t ready to give up and fully intended to try again—except he didn’t give you the chance. Before you could move, he stood up and lifted you in a bridal carry, looking just as unimpressed.

The camera beeped, signaling the end of the recording, and you couldn’t help but wonder if you were about to go viral for what he just did.