Hey guys! I was almost asleep last night when I thought of this story, and I figured it wouldn't hurt to try it. Tell me what you think of it, and I hope I spelled their names right and there isn't some other way of spelling them that's only used in their country.
In the middle of no-where, sits a little one bedroom house. It's white with green trim, surrounded by open meadows on all sides except the little patch of woods around it. A small, red Geo Prism sits in the driveway, and the yard is a sea of green, except for the orange tulips along the edge of the house. About 10 miles away is the nearest town, housing about 325 people, a blink-and-you-miss-it kind of town. About 1 mile away from the house sits a black rental car, quite clearly broken down if you notice the thick, black smoke boiling out of the hood. Two men are a little ways on, each carrying a suitcase. It was clear they were not happy with each other.
"I told you we should have gotten a car from the other rental company Aaron, but you wouldn't listen to me!"
Aaron just walked along, letting the first one continue his rant. When he was done Aaron turned to the other and simply said "Josh, you must be mental. I was the one that told you to go to the different company."
Josh stopped talking, at least out loud.
The two kept walking for some time, Aaron soon noticing a small house up ahead. He tapped Josh's shoulder and pointed at it. They both started walking a little faster, hoping they would be able to rest once they got there.
Inside the house, a girl sat on a couch in the front room, a laptop in her lap. She was wearing black, mens fit pants that were way to big for her, and an over-sized red shirt with a black spider and black outline of a person on the front, the letters FSI underneath the picture. Her dark red hair was falling in front of her face, but she was too distracted to care. She was watching something on the computer, and as the two men walked up to her house they heard voices through the open window.
Their voices.
"Hang on, isn't there only 12 players on a football team?"
"The skeleton head is the ball."
"There's 12 players on a footba-oh no its 11 isn't it?"
"It's 11, or 9, I DON'T KNOW."
The girl started giggling uncontrollably while outside the house the two guys looked at each other.
"That's from the last Mapstrav." Josh said.
Aaron walked up onto the front porch, gently knocking on the door. They heard the show stop, and the girl setting her computer on the table in front of her as she got up. She walked over, opening the door.
"What can I do for y-"
She stopped dead, her mouth hanging open and her eyes wide in shock. Josh glanced down at her shirt, his eyes widening as he reconized the logo on it. He nudged Aaron, pointing at her shirt. Aaron nodded, opening his mouth to say something before the girl unfroze and said-
"I know you!"