Prologue, Memory 1
It couldn't be any more a fucked up day. The temperature was at a record breaking -10 degrees, and you forgot your friggin' sweater back in your Camaro. The A/C was broken, and you sat in your room, waiting for this goddamned freeze to end.
"Maybe I'll just go find something to do, since this cold doesn't seem to be ending." You got up, and dressed in your favorite set of clothes: a light blue flannel shirt, over a hooded undershirt, jeans, and your cleanest set of Air 1 Orange and Grey Nikes. You walked out the door, into the cold, brisk air. Your spine began to tingle, as the flakes of ice lightly brushed across your face. Seeing as there was nothing to do at your house, you hopped into your chrome Camaro RS and drove down to the beach. Of course, no one would be there, but there would be complete silence, something your used to.
Nearing the beach, you noticed construction crews clearing the debris from a small town named, "Arcadia Bay". You had never visited it, but something always felt weird about it. Maybe you would've learned more about it if you had moved to Oregon earlier. Finding an open spot in the sand, you placed the car in Park, turned off the engine, and stepped out. Instantly, the snow began to brush against your face, except a bit less forcefully, almost like a soft breeze. You dawned you hood over your head, and began to search the beach for lost treasures, similar to when you were a child. But to no avail, could you find anything interesting. You were almost done searching, when a tan, weathered pickup truck began to slow up, and out climbed two beautiful girls, each with their own significant beauty. One, a hipster brunette, wearing a grey hoodie with a pink top under, showing a picture of a deer, common in this part of Oregon. She wore blue jeans, and converse sneakers. Her chocolate eyes sparkled in the air, and her freckles seemed to attract you more and more. And the other, a blue haired punk rock type of gal. She had on a leather jacket, ripped tan pants, and a white top showing a sort of snake on it. Her ocean blue eyes resembled that of the sky, so majestic and inviting.
They didn't seem to notice you, but you certainly had noticed them, hence the very specific descriptions you gave them. They looked tired, and very hungry. Seeing as you were so desperate to know them, you motioned to your car, but as soon as you did, they each pulled out a candy bar. (So much for being a hero) you thought to yourself. You reimagined the amount of friends you had that hooked up, and you gathered up each of their experiences and fused them up to suit your own style. Arranging the perfect game plan, you began to walk to them, but stopped midway, noticing a worker on a high building was screaming for assistance. "HELP! PLEASE, HELP ME!" He cried.
Something clicked, inside you, as your mind began to race between so many separate realities, from separate time periods. Then, your muscles began to strengthen, and somehow, you knew what to do. You sprinted at a fast pace towards the workers location, and unimaginably, you began to scale the building, no problem. Each ledge was a place for you to hold, and each second you climbed higher. Soon enough, you reached the worker, and pulled him back up to safety. Reacting instinctively, you helped him onto the other roof. After seeing he was safe, you saw a pile of leaves gathered up near a ledge. You ran towards it, positioned yourself, and jumped .
You woke up in a dark area. You instantly began to panic, but a crunch of a leaf under you, reassured you that you were in a leaf stack. You rose up, unscathed, and turned to see a full crowd cheering for you. It took a while for you to realize, but then, flashes of what happened raced in your mind: you had saved that worker, but you also shown off some unforeseen skills you possessed. It was awesome, thinking you could do such a feat.
Out in the crowd, you noticed the two beautiful girls from that pickup truck, staring at you in awe. The hipster snapped a picture of you, and the punk was clapping. Then, the CEO of the construction company walked up to you "My good man, what do I owe you for this extreme feat of heroism? Ah, but where are my manners? Who are you, exactly?" He asked.
"My name is (Y/N) (L/N)." You said, replying.
"Well, then. Everyone, lets all cheer for Mr. (L/N)!"
The entire crowd was in extreme chaos, cheering you on. For once in your life, you felt, appreciated, and you were also, scared; (what the hell happened while I was out? I need to get home and figure this out, now). You waved to everyone, as you reentered your car, and just as you turned on the ignition, you saw the hipster and punk were signaling you to follow them. Of course, you expected loving fans to want an autograph. (Damn, I can get really cocky at times) you thought to yourself. You followed eager to meet the beauties that stole your heart.
The breeze pushed on, carrying dust, leaves, and most other debris that lay loose in the street. As each passing second goes on, a pickup truck and a Camaro can be seen arriving at a junkyard.
(Jeez, what kind of hangout is this?) You pull up, eager, yet reluctant, to meet and discuss with the two girls who led you out here. As you park your car, the girls step out of the truck and approach you. You put on your game face, and walk towards them, removing your hood.
The hipster is the first to speak, "Dude, what you did back there was SO cool!" She exclaims.
The punk girl follows up, "Yeah, that was so amazeballs, bro!"
"Thanks, but, can I know your names first, before discussing my victory?" you state, your signature smirk plastered on your face.
"My name is Maxine Caulfield, and this is Chloe Price." Max told you.
"Nice to meet ya!" Chloe extends her hand.
"Nice to meet you too! So, lets see " you say, pondering possible nicknames for these new friends, or acquaintances, you've made. "I think I'll call you guys Pricetag and Cauliflower. Is that cool?" You say, uneasily as you are afraid you had insulted them.
Instantly, Chloe begins to erupt in laughter, her face turning cherry red, "Dude, Cauliflower? That s the best one yet!" She screams in humor. Max, slightly annoyed, glares at you for the nickname, but seems a bit attracted to you, or so you think.
"Alright, you wanna be funny, (Y/N)?" Max said, playfully angry, "What's your nickname?"
"I don t have one," you say.
"Well, how 'bout I give ya one? Maybe Jack-Off, or Dick-Shit?" She came back hard, and you were not about to lose a roast to this young photographer.
"Jeez, Maxi-Pad, this is how you treat new friends? Damn, I better Caul the fire dept., because I think someone just got ROASTED!" Chloe says, triumphantly.
"Ok, lets stop, my stomach hurts from laughter!" Chloe screamed, and you immediately apologized to Max, but she instead playfully punched your shoulder. You wince a bit, but in reality it didn't hurt.
"Ok, so, why did you guys bring me here?" You ask, remembering the real reason as to why you got here.
"I wanted to ask you something," Max started, a bit shyly. You notice her tone, but decide to push it aside.
"What's up?" "Could, you stop by our apartment sometime? You seem like a really cool dude, and I, I mean, WE, would like to get to know you!" Max says, a small burst of confidence flowing through her.
(Wait, did she just ask me out? I mean, both of these girls are extremely beautiful, and I don t even know if either of them like me) you thought to yourself. But, as always, your dumb mouth spoke for you.
"Of course, it'll be fun! When can I stop by?" You ask, dumbfound.
"Come by at, like, 9 or something' brah! It'll be so boss!" Chloe said.
"Well then, 9 it is! See ya then!" You say, giving each of these girls your number.
"Bye, (Y/N)!" Max says, adorably.
"See ya soon, dude!" Chloe says, a tinge of seductiveness in her voice. They drive off, and you are texted Chloe's address. (Time for the greatest night of all time)
Cool, eh? You are going to win the hearts of the girls from the greatest game of all time! Exaggeration, obviously.
Anyways, this is IronMan Joey, signing off!