As promised, the real deal Chapter 4 on Tuesday! As it is from the earlier version, this chapter is from Hana's/Dva's perspective (Once again, thanks CrazyStonerStories). We're, more or less, introduced to the Dva and Hardin25 personalities, with Dva's serious attitude vs Hardin25's wittiness.

Still appalled by how awesome this story is doing. I haven't had one do this well since I wrote my first one, while my second did very good as well. 103 followers (as of updating), 57 favorites, and 40 reviews... It is now my top story, with only 1/6th of the chapters of my first story. I don't think I can say thank you enough, besides with updates.

Now I cannot wait for the calls for Chapter 5, which, because I enjoyed writing this chapter, will be in Hana's perspective, but we're going to fast forward a day or two and go back in time. After mentioning it for three, now four chapters straight, I'm surprised no one has asked, "What happened between these two last year?" You're going to probably find out.

Enjoy Chapter 4!

"Welcome back everyone, and as you can see, I have a very special guest, my pal for the upcoming GWC Starcraft II championships, Hardin25."

"Can you not say that with just a little more enthusiasm?"

I sighed, mentally barring myself from punching the boy in his face. "Hardin25!" Loud clapping erupted from the boy's hands, causing me to facepalm, but under that hand, I was smiling.

In cause the boy didn't introduce me, I'm Hana Song, aka "Dva." In case he didn't tell you, I have face Joshua the past three years in the competition, and while I won't admit it to his face just yet, my victories were just by the hair. Was I proud to win? Yes. Was I proud to win twice? Yes. Was I proud to win a third time? Yes. Was I proud that, in each time we face, I narrowly won? No.

So, as Joshua was spending years planning on beating me, I had been planning on beating him by a much wider margin. For the last two years, that hasn't worked, but I was sure this year, it would pay off, until a few days ago, when we got the message that I would be his co-op partner. While Josh was probably spewing curses at the sky, I was okay with it. After all, I still win a golden trophy, so what's to be mad at? I'm not a loser, don't see myself losing, don't even know what losing means.

Call me cocky, and I might agree, but my cockiness has serve me well. My mother always told me, ever since I was a child, I was always a brat, but an ambitious brat. I don't recall being a bad child, but I can see myself being whatever I wanted to get whatever I wanted. If I had to be nice, mean, spoiled, or well-mannered to get something, I'll do it. It has served me well before, like when I moved out of my parents' home.

I'm sure you now know why, but if you don't, here's a quickie: Daddy hates what I do, and who I do it with. You saw the earlier scene when he was in my house. I think he's jealous that I make almost as much money as him doing a more relaxing and fun job, and I can set my own hours and stuff. But, by the way he acts, he thinks being a celebrity gamer will land me in deep stuff, should I mess up. Being a girl celebrity of the Eastern world is sometimes different from your side, but luckily, no one can tell me what to do.

Can I dress any way I want? If I want to go outside in my white bunny hat, with matching bra, panties, and boots, I'll do it. If I want to dye my hair the colors of the South Korean flag, red, white, blue, and black, I'll do it. If I want my American rival/best friend to stay with me, in my home, until the GWC come around, or maybe forever and ever, sorry Daddy, I'll do it. Life is too short and fragile to do things the way someone else wants you to do it.

That's Dva's words of the day. Take it with you. Remember those words.

Lowering my hand from my face, yet still retaining the smile, I pressed some command buttons to jumpstart our game. "Now, because Hardin25 didn't want to play Starcraft II today, as we know why-"

"No, you didn't want to play it."

"-we'll be playing a game we drabble together on, Heroes of the Storm." Ever since our third meet, and a...heart to heart moment afterwards, which we agreed never to speak of, Hana Song and Joshua Hardin are somewhat good friends, and they play a lot of games together. However, Dva and Hardin25 still have a relationship to build, one that is critical to our victory in two months.

It's going to be a long two months. For one, well…we play differently. Josh plays conservatively, wanting to make sure he can be most efficient in his offense by playing lots of defense or gathering, depending on the game. I, however, am the opposite. In games where we don't have to watch over each other strictly, we're fine, but Starcraft II's co-op is not so forgiving. We'll have to be of one mind, and that is going to take work.

Another reason it'll be a long two months is a little personal to Hana.

I watched as Hardin25 joined my group, shown by his character of choice, Starcraft II's Jim Raynor, one of the main characters in the Wings of Liberty story, while I had Nova, another of the Wings of Liberty story. "PvP or PvAI?"

"Let's warm up first. AI, Elite difficulty."

"Aye aye." I clicked on the play button to get us into a quick PvP match. As I hummed to myself while the game queued up more players, Hardin25 began rummaging in his bag again. I heard a chuckle afterwards, and turned to see him holding up his trademarked bottle of lotion. Here's a fun fact: it's empty.

Don't tell Joshua this, but Hana got very curious as to why he always had a bottle, so while he was sleep, she investigated, only to be confused as to why it was empty. Dva, however, wasn't as curious. I slapped the bottle out his hands, much to his dismay. "Really?"

"Why? Just why?"

"It's empty, dummy."

Hardin25 smiled, and relaxed in his chair, folding his arms across his chest. "We all know that, and the reason why." The image now in my head, I began to feel heat rise in my face, and turned away from the disgusting pig, only for him to chuckle more. Great, he saw me blush, and now I'll never hear the end of it. "No, partner, the whole bottle wasn't wasted on you. Just the first squeeze." Oh, that made me feel so much better.

Pushing back Hana and fortifying Dva, I smirked at Hardin25, "Aw, does someone get lonely at night? Or can't he not score even a hooker?" Hardin's face dropped like an E3 reveal, given it isn't leaked beforehand, and he sighed, facing his laptop. Was what I said mean? Yes. Didn't Dva care? Hell to the fuck no.

Then his words came to me, and I got curious. I was quite offended by just having the 'first squeeze.' I mean… I was offended anyway...but come on! Who else could he was a perfectly good bottle of Dove body lotion on? Who could possibly get the other hundred squeezes out of me?... Not that I care… I don't know what I'm offended by. "Who did you use the rest of the bottle on?"

The boy perked back up, looked to the camera, and, I kid you not, replied, "A very special gorilla in all our hearts."

I sighed. "I shouldn't have asked." The chat ate up Hardin25's statement, and the hashtag of the year started to be spammed by the community.

Hardin snickered, easing my shoulder with his hand. "Hey Dva."

"What?" I turned to him, and my peripheral vision regretted it. I jumped back, turning beet red. Now, what I thought I saw is understandable if I explain what I saw. Hardin had inserted through his pants his pointing finger, to mimic his man part. The boy crackled like crazy while I fumed silently, planning a rebuttal.

"Dicks out for the honorable Harambe."

"Well, if Harambe is indeed honorable, he would not take that french fry you have."

Hardin's smile flipped quickly, and he faced his computer as a prompt to join the incoming game popped up, and I followed suit. As we waited for the game to load up, I smile slyly at the boy beside me, waiting for his comeback. Instead, he silently crunched on Sweet and Spicy Doritos, but I could see the hint of a smile on his face.

Yep, these next two months are going to be hard, and while I say it's personal, I'm sure you guys can figure out why. Just pray my father isn't around.

Two hours later

Heroes of the Storm, for those who haven't played it, is pretty much like League of Legends or DOTA, but simplified. You have the different cast of characters from Blizzard's various games, the three-lane maps, towers, minions, everything a MOBA is, except it is more manageable. Instead of a gold system and items, our heroes have Talents, which we can select from every three levels. The objective is the same, destroy enemy core, but this comes with more minor, yet game-changing objectives. The maps have secondary objectives that can empower your team, such as taking control of shrines to free a powerful dragon or taking control of temples to bring down enemy defenses.

My team of five, which also include Hardin25, were quite in a bind. Because, in theory, all five members of a team were of the same power, we are currently on the short end of that stick. Not noticeably, though. We were level 9, halfway to leveling up, while the enemy team just turned level 10.

Hardin groaned as his character, Raynor, was eliminated once more. "Dammit!" I chuckled to myself as my character, Nova, shot down Raynor's killer, Sgt. Hammer, also of the Starcraft series, by using my Snipe ability.

"Thanks for the assist."

"Whatever. Watch out for that oversized goblin." That 'oversized goblin' Hardin mentioned was Thrall of the Warcraft series. I watched him retreat behind his team's bottom gate, and I began to pick off minions to help raise our team level instead of giving chase, as the gate was guarded by two powerful towers.

"Hurry! Activate the shrines, and the dragon's power is yours." Following our guides very heavenly voice, I moved Nova down to the nearby shrine, and began to claim it for my team. I watched on the minimap as our three teammates in the top lane made the same move near the top tower.

"Josh, go to the dragon. I'll try to hold the bottom shrine."

"You sure?" Was he really so concerned about me that he'll rather come to my aid than take the advantage of power? That's kinda swe-stupid. Definitely stupid. "Yes, I'll hold out. You can bring the dragon to bottom lane, if that'll make you feel better."

I saw Raynor deviate from his current course to Nova's position to the middle lane. The top shrine had become ours, so all that we need was the dragon's power. As I watched Hardin get closer and closer, two enemies arrive to take my shrine. Dehaka, a member of SC2's zerg faction, and the panda Li Li of Warcraft. Luckily for me, I was cloaked and hiding in the grass, but the odd were still against me. While it is possible for me to fight, I could only take one on at a time, my level was still too low to recieve my ultimate, but still some time from attainable, and none of my talents deal an area of effect… Unless I caused a diversion, I could take one of them out. I activated Nova's Decoy ability, and a false Nova appeared by the enemy. She took attacks from both Li Li and Dehaka, and the zerg leader never knew what was coming for him as I used Pinning Shot to damage and slow Dehaka, then dealt severe damage with Snipe. A few auto attacks more killed the zerg, but had me taking damage from his attacks. However, we had finally reached level 10, and I quickly chose my ultimate while fighting Li Li. However, my enemy used his first, summoning Water Dragon that not only dealt a lot of damage, but distracted myself as well.

I was so distracted that when Li Li vanished, and a huge dragon appeared in its place, I mentally freaked until I saw who it was. Regaining my senses, I advanced Nova back to the front enemy gate, fighting alongside the dragon. "Thanks."

"You didn't think I'll let you fall to a potion-popping panda, did ya? That's just wrong." We destroyed the front gate, and advanced towards a large tower. Minions attacked first, just so we wouldn't get damaged badly, then Hardin and I assisted. As he used his dragon to batter the tower, Hardin25 began to carol happily, "Emmy wished on a dragon scale, and that's what started Dragon Tales. Around the room dragons flew, but Emmy and Max knew what to do. They climbed on the backs of their dragon friends and now the adventures never end! Dragon Tales, Dragon Tales, it's almost time for Dragon Tales. Come along, take my hand (he reached his hand out to me), let's all go to Dragon Land-and! Dva!"

I sighed, but went along with it as Hardin's dragon continued to wreak havoc, this time on the back gate, along with me and our teammates. "There's Orn, he's the biggest, not the brave of heart. There's Cassey, so shy, also very smart. There's Zack and Weezy who are tales of fun, cause you know that two heads are better than one."

"Dragon Tales, Dragon Tales, it's almost time for Dragon Tales. Come along, take my hand, let's all go to Dragon Land-and!" At that moment, the dragon's health was depleted, and Raynor reappeared. By this time, however, we had made it to the enemy core. Game over, my team won... Hardin25 and I won. Sure, we had other people with us, and when the championships come, it'll be just the two of us, but we did have a form of teamwork. Starcraft is a whole another beast, though.

As we went through the post-match results and player progression pages, I looked to our resources of Doritos and Mountain Dew. There was only one big bag left, and I didn't want to waste it on streaming all night. Besides, I was quite tired from nearly six hours of streaming already, less than my normal time, but tired nonetheless. "Guys, this is it for today. Thanks for coming-"

"-some earlier than others-"

"-and I'll be back either tomorrow or Sunday, maybe with French Fry again. Until then, GG!" With a wave (not caring if Hardin25 had a goodbye call), I went offline, and stretched out my arms and back. As a gamer, sitting down for long sessions of time is natural, but without getting up during those sessions can be painful at points. Once I got the blood pumping through my extremities, I shutdown my computers and stood up to finally return to being Hana Song. I took off my headphones, cleaned my face of the face paint, and (since Josh had left the room during my stretches) dressed out of my jumpsuit and boots, leaving me in a fleece tank and underwear.

I walked into the hallway towards the living room, where I could see the big screen TV flutter between channels. I walked over to the side of the couch, where Joshua currently laid with his full body on. All he wore was a T-shirt and sweats, and he looked more like he finished a marathon running than a marathon MOBA-ing. He also knew I was there, but purposely ignored me in favor of the TV. Not that any of the channels were in English. English is my first language, as I mastered it first before I did Korean (Thanks Daddy), and compared to Korean, I do speak it most of the time, especially in streams. However, I keep my TV language in Korean so I will remember where I am from, and because translations are usually off. Maybe it is the other way around, I don't know.

Josh kept pacing through the channels, which weirdly annoyed me. "What are you looking for?"

"Something...in English."

"I have Netflix."

"Much better." He held out the remote control to me, and for some reason, quickly looked away. Oh right. Hey, what can I say? Most...okay, that's stereotypical, but not a lot of Asian women can declare that they are 5'7, and have legs like moi. Snickering to myself, I found the Netflix app on my TV, and opened it before returning control to Joshua. "Thanks."

I smiled as I walked past him. "You're welcome. Don't worry, there's English for the poor monolingual baby." I felt a hand pushed against my backside, causing me to stumbling forward towards. I giggled as I opened my bedroom door, and face Joshua again, seeing him wipe his hand on the floor.

"Ugh… I was totally aiming for your back, not there."

"Right, right… Hey…" I leaned against the door-frame, while my pal leaned forward to face me. "I was serious about you coming in my room if you want to. It is more comfortable than the couch, as you know from earlier. I know what you are thinking, two things actually, and I'll let you know now that Daddy is just talking. He won't do anything to you, on my word. As for what you were thinking about first, well… Yeah, it might be inappropriate at our age, but don't boys and girls sleep together, and I mean snoozing, just as friends, or is Hollywood crazy."

Joshua shrugged. "I guess they do, I never have."

"Well, it's your choice, I don't want to get all weird with you before the GWC, but I also don't want you to wake up an ass, so…" Josh flashed a smile, which caused one to grow on my face.

"Well, I'll rather wake up an ass today, but for the future, I'll think on it. Goodnight, Hana."

A part of me was happy that he'll consider it, but another part-a very, very, very miniscule part of me-hated that he didn't say yes. I nodded my head, and began to turn into my room. "Goodnight." I shut the door, and climbed gradually into my bed, casting the covers on me. I switched on my TV and opened up Netflix on it, searching aimlessly on my list of shows. Annoyed with myself, I shut off the TV and turned over on my right side.

Because I was a right-side sleeper, the right side of my bed was empty. For some reason, I wished it wasn't.