Tap tap tap went the keyboard. Tap tap tap tap.
It was a late Friday night, and no one was around to disturb the teenager as he tapped continually on his laptop. Often times he would sigh, adjust the glasses that sat snugly on the bridge of his nose, and resume whatever thing he was doing.
What was he doing, you ask?
Well, just like any college student, he favored some sort of entertainment (not that kind of entertainment) to soothe his stress after a long week of college. For most males his age, they would be out partying or having sex or doing drugs, but this particular teenager was interested in none of it. He was what people would call a nerd. Why, because he wore glasses and prioritized his grades above anything else? Because he was still a virgin and, apparently, only virgins played video games?
Hell no.
Well, maybe.
Tap tap tap-
Ping!
User SexyWiddleSlayer wants to talk to you.
Accept/Decline
The teenager sighed and clicked the Accept option on the Skype interface. Almost immediately his speakers were blasted by a painfully loud mix of a screech and laughter. He recognized that sound, which could only belong to his ADHD-ridden, spikey-haired, drummer friend Desmond Tanner.
"Hey man!" greeted Desmond. "I read that thing you suggested. What was it called – fan fiction?"
"First off, I didn't suggest it to you," replied the teen as a matter-of-factly, "you just saw it on my blog. I did no 'suggesting' whatsoever."
"Well, that fanfic did." The drummer winked, and busted out laughing when he saw the disturbed expression on his friend's face. "Anywho, whatcha doing?"
"I'm just trying to forget about today," the teen said, almost exasperatedly.
"Aww, something happen, Tyler?" Desmond teased. He then gave an unnerving close-up for his cheek, which had a startlingly large bruise. "Me too! Well, kinda."
How had Tyler missed the massive swelling on his friend's cheek? "Oh God, what happened?"
"Some asshole tried to mug me on my way home. I gave him a good beating and left him to the police." He smiled. "Just a normal day at college. How did your day go? The professor still a jerk to everybody?"
The bespectacled teen sighed and rubbed his temples (either he did that for dramatic effect, or his day was just that bad). "Yes, unfortunately. I'm surprised no one has complained to the principal yet."
"Maybe they did already!"
"Maybe not."
"Aw, don't be so grumpy, Ty! C'mon, let's play a bit of that game you're obsessed with."
"Correction, you are the one who's obsessed with it, not me."
"You do know what game I'm talking about, right?"
"...I think."
"Alright, let's just say the name at the same time!"
Desmond adjusted his position on his side of the call to fit inside the Skype webcam screen. He then started a countdown with three of his fingers.
3...
2...
1...
"Minecraft!"
"GTA."
"Wait, what?"
"I assumed you meant Grand Theft Auto," Tyler confessed. But he couldn't shake the smile off his lips.
The other male faked hurt. He even went as far as to force tears out his eyes, surprising Tyler. "And I thought we were on the same train! But alright, let's play Minecraft."
"I already was."
"Is that what you were doing?"
The teen looked embarrassed, humiliated even, that his friend had figured out his favourite game. "Um, yes."
And Desmond, being the hyperactive guy he was, eagerly insisted that no time be wasted. "Awesome! Let's get to it, then!"
A/N: Sorry for the short chapter! I couldn't really will myself to write more; after all, this is my first story! But even if it is my first, I won't ask you guys to go easy on me. I just don't roll that way, yo!
Reviews of all sorts are appreciated!
