Hi. I'm Kevin C. Stoley. The C stands for Casey. I'm seventeen years old and I live in South Park, Colorado. Star Wars is my favourite movie series of all time, I don't care what anyone says. I wear my Jedi robe with pride! I'm going to a convention today, it's going to be pretty cool. I didn't want to go alone, so I asked my best friend, Clyde Donovan to come with me. It took a while for me to convince him to come with me, though. The only way that I could get him to come was by telling him that there was a Taco Bell near the convention center and we could go there for lunch. Yeah. I'm going to cosplay. On the first day, I'm going to wear my home made Han Solo costume, on the second day, I'm just going to be a regular ol' Jedi. On the last day, I'm going as young Obi-Wan. I'm forcing Clyde to be my Qui-Gon. It's going to be pretty cool, and I'm really excited.
"Why do I have to goooooo." Clyde whined, sitting in the passenger seat of my car. To make it up to him, we stopped at Taco Bell before we actually left.
"Because I don't want to go alone, and I got you Taco Bell. I don't even like Taco Bell that much." I frowned, staring ahead at the road as he started stuffing his third burrito into his mouth.
"Dude, how could you not like Taco Bell?" He replied with his mouth stuffed. "I mean, it's like the most delicious thing you could ever eat... Well... Not as good as my mom's tacos, but it's still pretty good."
"I don't see the appeal." I shook my head, stopping at a red light. We were pretty close to the convention center. "I like your mom's tacos, though. They're really good."
"They're better than your stupid Chinese food!" Clyde swallowed and crossed his arms.
"Hey! You take that back or I'm not letting you have that Crunchwrap Supreme." I turned to him and glared.
"No! My Crunchwrap Supreme!" He cried and grabbed the supreme off of the dashboard, quickly unwrapping it and taking a bite. "I was just kidding, dude. You make like the best Chinese food ever."
"I know right?" Just a few more lights... I can see it now! We're so close. "You know you love my Mapo Dofu."
"That's the spicy stuff with the pork right?" He leaned back in his seat, savouring the goodness that was his Crunch Wrap Supreme.
"Spicy tofu, yeah." I slowly pulled into the parking lot of the hotel near the convention center. I had to get checked into the hotel before I could do anything. "It's traditional stuff, you gotta like it."
"That stuff is awesome, dude. I didn't know tofu could taste that good." He undid his seatbelt and started to get out of the car, half eaten supreme in hand.
We got the costumes and bags out of the back seat and started to head into the hotel, various other convention attendees in the lobby, in and out of cosplay. I saw Princess Leia! Okay, it wasn't actually her, it was a girl dressed like her. I'm not usually into girls, but any girl who's willing to dress like Princess Leia is like, insanely beautiful. Hell, I'd be attracted to any girl if she was into Star Wars. I don't know what I would do if she dressed like slave Leia. I think that would be pretty hot, maybe. I don't know. I've never had an interest in that sort of stuff. I mean, I'm not gay. Well, maybe I am. I'm not exactly sure. I don't really give any thought to that sort of stuff, what does it matter anyway? If I like guys, then I like guys. It doesn't matter, right? Or... It does, maybe. What if I was? Would the guys still want to hang out with me? Kevin, stop. You have more important things to think about.
"Dude, what's the hold up? You've been standing there for like ten minutes!" Clyde exaggerated, slouching over as if the bags he was carrying weighed fifty freakin' pounds. I bet he could lift more than that.
"We haven't even been here for ten minutes, jeez. Calm down." I started walking toward the receptionist's desk.
"Whatever, you're stalling and I don't even want to be here! Can we just get to the room so I can lay down? Pleeeease?" He pouted, standing up straight and arching his back to stretch. "These bags are heavy as Hell and we've been driving foreeeeeever!"
"We haven't been driving that long, and they're not even heavy! There's like one costume in each bag." I rolled my eyes, taking the keycard from the receptionist and heading for the stairs leading up to our room.
"Nooooooo! Not stairs, come on! I'm tired enough as it is! Isn't there an elevator here somewhere?"
"Do you know how packed those elevators would be if there were any? You're crazy if you want to use one of those. There's like a million people here." We began to head up the stairs and started searching the hallways for our room. I carefully looked over every number on the doors, looking for 112, that's the room we'd be staying in for three days. I specifically asked for a room with two beds and a pool view. Yeah, there's a pool in the hotel we were staying in, pretty cool, huh? Yeah. I told Clyde we could go swimming at least once before we left. I'm pretty sure he liked the idea, I got this childish look of excitement on his face. It was pretty cute, uh, in a kid sort of way, you know?
Finally, we reached our destination and I opened the door. Two cozy looking beds were set behind a wall which separated the bathroom from the rest of the suite. In between the beds was one bedside table which held a lamp, and probably a bible inside the top drawer. I went over to the bed furthest from the door and put the bags I held on top, letting Clyde take the one closest to the door so he wouldn't complain. That's kind of a hard thing to do, you know. That guy has a problem with everything. The only way to keep him happy is to feed him tacos and give him a foot ball or something. Sports weren't really my thing, I preferred drawing and reading comic books. I think you could have guessed that from my personality already, I mean, I'm at a freakin' comic convention. It totally makes me the most athletic person in the world, right? Not really. I'm the kid that sits in the library and reads comic books during every break, instead of throwing around a ball in the east field every chance I could. I finish all of my work early and keep my bag full of old tattered comic books for light reading. I guess I'm kind of quiet, but that's only because all everyone else seems interested in is girls and sports. Unless you count the goth kids, who, when they do come to class, just sit there and complain about how they're surrounded by jocky conformists. That's all they see, really. I don't blame them, really, but they're not all that bad, and not everyone is a jock. Clyde is, which makes it seem a little weird that he's my best friend. But there are the other guys, like Craig and Token. Token's more into wearing all of the cool stuff and all that, he's pretty up there when it comes to what's what in fashion and stuff. He has the greatest clothing, but that's because his family is rich and they'll buy him whatever he wants. Craig's an artist, too. But instead of drawing, he's more of a painter. Scenery and all that, you know? I prefer drawing comics to drawing scenes. Sometimes I'll get him to do a background when I really need it, but that's not really often. I do sketches most of the time.
I kind of really got off track there, I didn't even notice Clyde drop the bags in front of the bed and just kind of, flop down on it. I guess we both kind of stayed up all night playing video games and he's not used to that, unlike me. I stay up all night playing old games and listening to music all the time, I've kind of gotten used to staying up all night long for no reason other than I just don't feel like sleeping that night. I don't have trouble sleeping, most of the time, really. Only if something is really bothering me, but that's not all that often. Most of the time, I have a normal sleeping schedule. There are just some days when I feel like playing video games all night rather than sleeping, it's not really a big deal, and it doesn't effect my behavior at school or anything. Sometimes, I stay up all night doing sketches, because I get all of these really good ideas and they just have to be done right there. Any artist would know what I was talking about in, there. Artist, writer, musician, anyone with a good creative kick, really. They're all artists in one way or another anyway.
I think Clyde might be asleep, it's a good thing he doesn't have to get dressed, I didn't make him anything to wear for today or tomorrow. All he has to wear is a Qui-Gon Jinn costume on the last day. Today, I'm going to be dressing like Han Solo, and we're going to visit the tables that are selling merchandise and whatnot. I'm the only person I know who would get this excited about this kind of stuff, but that's okay. I kind of like it, I wouldn't want any competition from people I know. You might think I'm the type of guy who spends all day on his computer and only talks to people online, but I'm really not. I actually have a life, kind of. I may sit in class reading comic books, or sit in bed playing video games and such, but I do go out with my friends pretty often. I really like spending days just walking around with the guys, you know? They tend to get pretty busy, though. So a lot of the time, it's just me and Clyde, but that's really fun, too. We have a lot of fun together, that's why I consider him my best friend, even if he doesn't consider me the same. At least he considers me a friend.
I guess I should start getting ready and leave soon, Clyde's zonked out pretty hard, so I'll leave a note for him to text me when he wakes up. I'll get dressed and grab some money for comic books and merch and whatnot. I might just end up visiting a panel or two until he texts me. Alright, time to get my cosplay on. Oh man, I'm so excited!
