Johnny Vincent Gets Banned From Youtube, a bully fanfic

The Tenements were dark and musty as usual whenever Johnny Vincent came in for the night. The air smelled like mold and dust covered every speck of furnature just as it always did, seeing as how nobody even bothered to clean around there. Even Johnny's computer was always covered in dust; the only reason he'd ever clean it was because his good friend Peanut Romano often warned him about the dangers of creating likely fire hazards due to laziness. But, even then did he only clean it whenever he was constantly nagged to do so. Not that it mattered, anyway; it still worked like a charm except the fact that he could only afford a dial-up internet connection for it.

So after a long day of beating the heavily groomed asses of Gord Vendome and Bif Taylor, Johnny decided to just call it a night and head back to his hideout so he could check how many new comments he had recieved on his videos on Youtube. He had become a very avid member of Youtube ever since his 18th birthday and almost never went a day without uploading any videos online. He was thankful that Ricky had bought him the computer with it's own monitor while Johnny, himself, had stolen his filming equipment from one of the nerds dressed up as a warlock in the Town of Bullworth's Comic Store. Together, all these technological items seemed to very easily replace Lola ever since his and her break-up the same day he recieved these presents.

After the computer finally came on, the king greaser clicked on the little icon with the two computers and waited for the dialog box asking if he wanted to connect to pop up. Once it popped up, he quickly clicked the "Connect" button without any hestiation and listened to the god awfully sounded noises the phone line always made.

Errrrrrrra..aaaa..aaage....eeeeeeee...beep..beep..rgggggggggggggggggggg....

Once the two little computers appeared at the bottom of his screen, Johnny clicked on to Internet Explorer, clicked on to his bookmarks, located Youtube and clicked it. The king rested his cheek on top of his right palm as he waited for the page to load. Sure, it was so easy for the preps to order high speed internet and everyone else to at least be able to afford the shittiest package deal for Hughes Net. But, for greasers such as himself and his friends whose parents could barely even afford to send their children to school while his own parents were in jail because of all the drug money they used to send him to Bullworth, high speed internet wasn't an option for these poorer students. Maybe Johnny would've been able to afford better internet if his old man had married his sister.

Once Youtube finally loaded seven minutes later, Johnny clicked on the "log in" link on top of the page. Another seven minutes passed by before the internet would allow him to sign in. Once the said page finally did load, the greaser repeated every letter of his username as he typed. "X....x...x....King......Pin....x...x...X." Then went click onto the password box and did the same thing. "Lola.......Lombardi.......4.....ever." He clicked 'log in" and, surprisingly, then next page loaded up pretty quickly.