First Story here, will take any suggestions. Only the first chapter though, will do more of the story as I go on.
Super Smash Brothers: The Super Human Brothers
I
9:00 AM, Sunday Morning, Feburary 5th, 2011.
I heaved another bag into the moving van, this time a collection of photographs of the group, and sighed as he remembered once again that Perkin was moving today. It doesn't really hit you, the end, until it is staring you in the face that your best friend in the whole world was leaving today, possibly for good, leaving you, your brother, and his girlfriend alone.
God, Katrina was angry when Perkin told her that he was leaving. So what if he needed this oppritunity, so what if he still loved her and always will. She was furious that he was going to leave us, and rightfully so. Perkin was what kept us together when Katrina was mad that once in a while, or when Xavier was being annoying and irritating about every hour, or when I geeked out and everyone made fun of me every now and then. Without him we would be nothing.
It was just us four versus the world. Although Perkin and Katrina could have a lot more friends, and Xavier could have a lot of friends, but of a different kind (bikers and gang members, for instance) they all stook with me, well, Perkin and Katrina did, Xavier was just hanging out with me because I am his older brother.
I am very smart and pretty good-looking, at least Perkin tells me all the girls are saying that. I am funny when I don't try to be, and I can always make someone feel like they belong. But that is it. I know that I am a geek, and people don't want to date a geek for fear of their reputation. I like talking about video games, books, and dorky television shows (I still watch Spongebob sometimes), that other people like talking about sports, and about what they want to do to Kristie, or Ashley, or even making fun of the geeks and nerds out there, like me. I am very bad at sports, even though I don't show it that often, and I know how to speak in complete English sentences, unlike the others who slang their words. I cuss every once in a while, not every three words. I like to get to know girls better, not make out with them for minutes at a time.
I am seventeen years old and I still do these things. I have went out with probably five girls (Two left me because I wouldn't sleep with them, one I dumped because she was moving out, one cheated on me and the last died. I almost killed myself over her death, a driveby by a gang of four sixteen year olds, and last I heard, her mother cannot stop crying. Kind've like me.) I am very good at card games, like poker and blackjack, which the kids in high school found out when I was a freshman and won five thousand dollars off of a couple of juvinile delinquents.
But through all that, Perkin has still been that same, amazing friend against kindergarten.
He has it all, his smile actually made a lot of girls faint, whenever he runs, everyone stops and remarks about how fast he can go. Where I dropped P.E after the required year, he is on the professional football, basketball and soccer teams, and the star player in each (the school even had to move around the dates so he could play every game.) Although I am way smarter than him, he still gets by with a B plus average, and where I go pink everytime I am nervous, he keeps his cool. He has had about twenty girlfriends, some lasting no longer than hours because he is disgusted with him. He fell in love with someone who didn't die.
We are so different, yet we like the same things, the same jokes make us laugh, he can talk and I can finish his sentence. We both sing extremely well, or at least compared to that other guy, Bieber? Anyway, we both play the same games (like World of Warcraft and Super Smash Brothers), we both love summer vacation, and we both like to sleep.
"Hey, Griffon! You gonna help me, or you gonna just shit around and do nothing!"
Yep, that was my brother Xavier. He has probably slept with almost every single girl in school, has muscles the size of a baseball (at least) without taking drugs, he is only fifteen but he already knows the numbers of freshmen in collage (or freshwomen). He can sing, but heavily focused towards heavy metal, not really an all-round voice like mine.
However, he is extremely smart, getting a GPA almost better than me, is extremely protective when you are close to him, and despite all that tough guy crap he likes to pull, he is probably the most sensitive guy this side of the United States.
"Griffon, you think we could take a break? I am tired!"
Coincidentally, although all four of us are very lazy, he also manages to be very annoying.
I sighed and took three deep breaths.
"Sure, Xavier. Go get a soda from his fridge and I'll finish the bags for you. Go get Perkin though" I manage to decide as he shrugs his shoulders and walks into the house, emerging with a can of Coke and a can of Mountain Dew, the latter of which he throws to me. I miss it entirely, and pick it up off of the steaming ground.
Xavier laughes, "I knew you were going to miss."
"Then why did you throw it at me?"
Xavier shrugs, laughes, and goes to find Perkin.
I remember the day when, all alone in the class of 2000, when I was all alone, Perkin came up and we started talking. When during third grade, we fought a gang of fifth grade bullies together, and although we lost badly, we kept talking about it like we were heroes to wide-eyed third and fourth graders. I remembered when in ninth grade, when he was going out with Gianna, I told him that she only wanted to sleep with him, and when I was right, he dumped her and thanked me, and when in the eleventh grade the girl I loved died, he stayed with me for thirty-six hours, and we talked about how to get through this, and just a year ago, when I convinced him to ask out Katrina, and I have been getting praise from him ever since.
I shoved the last bag, a bag containing all of his trophies and the things he wanted to do before he died, into the moving van before sitting down on his curb and sipping the ice cold soda, grateful for something to keep me from crying.
Five minutes later, Xavier showed up with a very red Katrina and a nervous looking Perkin.
"Caught them, `saying goodbye`" Xavier smiled at me as Perkin came up.
"Thanks man. I'm sorry that you had to do all of this, I wish I could've been..."
"It's alright. I know that you and Katrina had to do this. I just wish you would stay."
"Me too. But I know that my talent is not going to take off until I get that contract signed and become the next pop star." he shook his head and rubbed his eyes quickly, "Just wish I didn't have to leave the three of you."
Yep, that is us. We were the best team since the Beatles. We had everything together for the past year, and Katrina was probably as good as me on any of the video games we play (which is saying a lot, I am better than Perkin and Xavier combined). We have all gotten close, each one doing something to hold the team together, and now with Perkin leaving life would never be the same.
"It's fine. I know you need that. Just when you are rich and have all the crap you need just come back and say hi to your pal Jared the store owner, or or even the fashion designer Katrina." I replied with a sad smile.
Perkin frowned, and patted my shoulder.
"Whadda ya say we play that last game of Brawl? Ya know, for old times sake."
"Sure."
"Whatever."
Katrina looked up and nodded at Perkin, before bursting into tears.
Perkin calmed Katrina down as I set up the match, rubbing my hands eagerly.
Hyrule Temple
Ike opened his eyes as the temple materialized around him, feeling around for his three opponents: Link, Zelda and Toon Link, smiling as he realized he was the only non-Hyrulian in the arena, before quickly blocking as strike from Link, throwing in a sword blow that knocked the elf off his feet before picking him up in an Aether from above.
The elf groaned before getting back up and stabbing the mercenary three times, unleashing a powerful spin attack that sweeps the mercenary away into a fighting Shiek and Toon Link.
Shiek manages to dodge a blast from the midget and walks him repeatedly in the face with her fist, causing the Hylian, screaming, "SPAMMMER!" to dash away. Ike lands next to her and the the two square off, Shiek smacking Ike in the chin while the mercenary Quick Draws, knocking her off her feet before finishing her with an upward smash.
"I... did it." Ike gasps before he runs to engage Link, who has dispatched of his cartoon version with a quick forward smash.
The two exchange several blows, most blocked and dodged, before Ike smashes Link with a quick Counter, running to where the elf fell and knocking him to the edge with a smash attack.
The Hylian gets up, and the two charge.
A flash lights up the sky, and Ike falls back, an arrow sticking from his chest, before a boomerang smacks him in the face and a bomb knocks him back to the edge. The mercenary gets up, only to meet a forward smash hitting him across the face.
GAME
THE WINNER IS... LINK
The scoreboard shows the tallies as I throw my Wii controller down. All of us where crying, and when I had wiped my eyes Perkin had easily finished Ike off. Katrina had been off her game, and Xavier still was horrible.
We sighed, and Perkin began to turn off the Wii, only to realize that it wouldn't turn off.
He pressed the Power button several times, until only a white screen showed on the television.
"Screw these shitty consoles." he curses in frusturation as he puts his hand close to the TV...
... and is gone.
Perkin was not here anymore.
Xavier gasped, ran up into the TV like an idiot and was gone in a flash of light.
Katrina was silent.
"What do we do?" she asked, her brown her shining in the white of the television screen.
"I guess... we go through," I replied, and she yelped once before she was gone.
My only regret when I went through was that my parents wouldn't know where I went.
That, and I was still hungry. What I wouldn't give for a good pizza in times like these, you know?
CONTINUE?
