The Boys of Summer
ST: WHEEEE! Chappie four is up and running! Go me, go me!
TK: Whatever, dude.
ST: Stop raining on my parade! I like this story.
TK: Yea, okay.
ST: Hey! It's fun writing this!
TK: Tsk. But you made me into a stuck up pick asshole.
ST: Oh, no I didn't! You aren't stuck up, just wary. And kinda upset with the fact that you're stuck in a place you don't want to be. And you're only a prick and an asshole to Tai, cause he's a prick and an asshole, okay?
TK: Whatever.
ST(mockingly): Whatever.
TK: Pshhh...
ST(sticks tongue out at TK): Anywho, on with the story!
(T)(H)(E)()(B)(O)(Y)(S)()(O)(F)()(S)(U)(M)(M)(E)(R)
****-Chapter 4-****
Tai and I waited for what seemed hours, basically watching everything in the Season 2 of Friends, from the whole Julie thing to Phoebe's dad's stilt thing. Sad huh? I mean, the dude liked stilts! How weirdly weird is that? Umm, sorry. I tend to rant meaninglessly about things that really don't matter, so sorry if you catch me red handed in my nasty bad habit.
Anyways, at about 10 after 3, Davis and TK burst through the door, laughing.
Yes, laughing.
"Did you see his pace before he beefed it, dude?"
"It was frickin priceless! His eyes were like dinner plates!"
They collapsed onto the floor, overcome with their giggles.
Tai and I just sat and watched. Was that Takeru? My newly found little brother? Acting normal? Tai sooo owes me 40 bucks. He really did flip, or something!
"So, where'd you guys go?" I turned to see Tai, acting like this was all peachy keen. Which it wasn't! Tai! He's... NORMAL! Is he really that-that- slow? I mean- yea. @@
Dais bounced up and began to slur his next few words into one, "BeachicecreamHotTopicskatepark!"
Typical, really. Dais' four favorite things, his fifth being surfing. But does that fall under the beach category? Cause you're on the beach when you surf, so you'd assume that- but, no. Cause Dais classifies them differently, so yea. Uh, pardon that! Now, where was I?
Ahh, yes!
There was something different, very. And it was buggin the hell outta me. I mean, it wasn't TK's newly found perk, either, I was sure of it. "Well, I'm taking a nap. Laters."
He walked off towards his room when I finally noticed what it was. "TK! Nice hat."
He turned back around and gave me a smile that shined with gratitude before locking himself back into his room.
I knew we'd bond.
**`**
TK woke to the sounds of screaming and yelling coming from, what he thought, was the living room. He quickly sat up and listened to the horrid commotion.
"Die you bastard! Die!"
"Davis! DON'T! STOP IT! AHHH! PUT THE GUN DOWN!"
"TAI, GET YOUR WUSSY ASS OVER HERE! I'M GONNA SHOOT THE HELL OUTTA YA!"
"DAVIS, DON'T! GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!"
BANG BANG!
"Ha! You dumbass, you missed!"
"SHOVE IT YAMA! TAI, IT'S NO USE HIDING! ME AND BY PRECIOUS GUN SHALL FIND YOU AND FRY YOU!"
TK couldn't take it anymore. No matter how much he hated every bone in that blockhead's body. He quickly unlocked the door and stumbled out.
"Davis! Don't do it! Don't kill him, please!"
"HA! BUT I WILL! DON'T EVEN TRY THAT BOX FOOL, YOUR EFFORTS ARE FUTILE! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! DIE YOU UGLY PINK THING!!"
"Box? Pink?" TK stood, confused at the sight that sat in front of his bright blue eyes. No, it wasn't a war scene, with mass chaos spreading from the very hands of Daisuke Motomiya (whom ever would give Dais a gun is a very very very very sadly stupid human being).
What he saw was Matt sitting on the couch, laughing as Davis (no gun in hand) and Tai (nor a box in his) sat on the floor, furiously pounding the living crap out of N64 controllers.
"Run all you want fool! But I have a gun!" Sure enough, one of the characters on the screen was carrying a ray gun. A Pikachu with a birthday hat on. Weird. Very.
BAM BAM!
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Tai wailed, dropping the controller and falling to the floor. "I died."
"You DUMBASS!" Matt's face was beet red from laughter as he pointed at the fallen brunette, nearly toppling over himself from his heaving chest. "YOU JUMPED OFF THE STUPID BUILDING! HA!"
Davis threw the controller to the floor angrily. "Dammit! I didn't get to fry your useless Kirby brains with my gun! Damn you, you imbecile."
TK suddenly spoke, causing the other three to jump in surprise (obviously not knowing that the blonde was standing there the whole time, even when he had called out. Funny, huh?). "What ARE you doing?"
Tai and Dai innocently replied, "Playing video games." They picked their controllers back up and started another round. Davis turned to TK, "Wanna play?"
**#**
I'll have to admit, it was pretty funny to watch. Tai and Dais made Super Smash Bros into a death match made in heaven. Uh, excuse the sorta pun there. Not intended. Yea.
Of course, I object to all, and any form of violence in any possible way, including video games. But what's the harm if you're only watching? Well, beside aching cheeks from all the laughs you get.
TK seemed reluctant at first as he sat down next to Dais and was handed the spare controller. But it seemed that Dais' earlier idea worked. Wow, that's a first. It seemed as though him and TK held a, um, trust bong I guess you could call it.
Well, TK must've trusted Dais enough to play that destructive game with him and Tai. Those two whack heads make that game, like, NC-17 due to their vulgarity and horrid killing methods. Yes! It's a horrible horrible game! It tells children that hitting your fellow Yoshi over the head with a giant mallet is a-okay! And that shooting stars, thingys, things at DK so he'll fall off the space ship is totally cool!
I'm sorry. I'm ranting. I'll try to stop. Uh, um.
Well, TK didn't really get into the game much (not that I think anyone could get into this game as much as Davis and Tai. They're kinda pathetic when you think about it. Ooops! Sorry.). He let Tai and Dais run amuck while he tossed himself off buildings, castles, trees, walls, floaty things, anything with oblivion beyond it really.
It was quite a sight. Kinda like, "100 Ways To Die Without Actually Being Killed" thing going on. Like, TK getting hit by random Pokemon as they shot out, letting bombs explode right by him, letting himself be blown away by the wind, getting in the way of Dais' gun shots, and, yea. The list kinda goes on and on and on and on...
But nobody really cared. I mean, Tai and Dais were fine with shoving off thing him here and there to wring each other's necks, or using him to break boxes. And I was quite content with sitting on the side, rather not wanting to be involved with their violence influencing game... uhh... oh, anyways...
Well, I think that we were all happy with the fact that TK was just hanging out with us. It was pretty cool, I guess.
((T))((B))((C))
ST: Yea! Whatcha think? Sorry 'bout bashing SSB. I actually really love that game! Boo yah! But, you know, Matt just HAD to be the one who dislikes all forms of violence, yet still watches them play. You know?
TK: Damn hypocrite.
ST: HEY! He's a sensitive artist!
TK: No he's not. Trust me, I'd know.
ST: Yea, alrighty then. So you are now the master of the knowledge of Yamato Ishida.
TK: Well, like you know what you're doing.
ST: Quiet! You shouldn't insult the authoress!
TK: Why not?
ST: I could, pair you up with ......... me!
TK: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! NO, NO THAT! ANYTHING BUT THAT!
ST: Grovel for forgiveness!
TK: I'M SORRY! PLEASE SPARE ME FROM THE DEVIL!
ST: What?!?! Did you just call me the devil? DIE TAKASHI!!
TK: AHHHHHH!!
(ST and TK run off the screen, TK screaming bloody murder and ST reaching for the blonde's neck)
PAUSE
(Dai pokes his head out of nowhere, banana nut muffin in hand)
Dai: S'up folks? ST and TK are unavailable at the moment, so please leave your review by pushing that very appealing button on the bottom. And if you hear a beep, umm, check your computer. Cause that's not supposed to happen.
PAUSE
Dai: Uhh, so review, and ummm, Until next time!
[tbc]
ST: WHEEEE! Chappie four is up and running! Go me, go me!
TK: Whatever, dude.
ST: Stop raining on my parade! I like this story.
TK: Yea, okay.
ST: Hey! It's fun writing this!
TK: Tsk. But you made me into a stuck up pick asshole.
ST: Oh, no I didn't! You aren't stuck up, just wary. And kinda upset with the fact that you're stuck in a place you don't want to be. And you're only a prick and an asshole to Tai, cause he's a prick and an asshole, okay?
TK: Whatever.
ST(mockingly): Whatever.
TK: Pshhh...
ST(sticks tongue out at TK): Anywho, on with the story!
(T)(H)(E)()(B)(O)(Y)(S)()(O)(F)()(S)(U)(M)(M)(E)(R)
****-Chapter 4-****
Tai and I waited for what seemed hours, basically watching everything in the Season 2 of Friends, from the whole Julie thing to Phoebe's dad's stilt thing. Sad huh? I mean, the dude liked stilts! How weirdly weird is that? Umm, sorry. I tend to rant meaninglessly about things that really don't matter, so sorry if you catch me red handed in my nasty bad habit.
Anyways, at about 10 after 3, Davis and TK burst through the door, laughing.
Yes, laughing.
"Did you see his pace before he beefed it, dude?"
"It was frickin priceless! His eyes were like dinner plates!"
They collapsed onto the floor, overcome with their giggles.
Tai and I just sat and watched. Was that Takeru? My newly found little brother? Acting normal? Tai sooo owes me 40 bucks. He really did flip, or something!
"So, where'd you guys go?" I turned to see Tai, acting like this was all peachy keen. Which it wasn't! Tai! He's... NORMAL! Is he really that-that- slow? I mean- yea. @@
Dais bounced up and began to slur his next few words into one, "BeachicecreamHotTopicskatepark!"
Typical, really. Dais' four favorite things, his fifth being surfing. But does that fall under the beach category? Cause you're on the beach when you surf, so you'd assume that- but, no. Cause Dais classifies them differently, so yea. Uh, pardon that! Now, where was I?
Ahh, yes!
There was something different, very. And it was buggin the hell outta me. I mean, it wasn't TK's newly found perk, either, I was sure of it. "Well, I'm taking a nap. Laters."
He walked off towards his room when I finally noticed what it was. "TK! Nice hat."
He turned back around and gave me a smile that shined with gratitude before locking himself back into his room.
I knew we'd bond.
**`**
TK woke to the sounds of screaming and yelling coming from, what he thought, was the living room. He quickly sat up and listened to the horrid commotion.
"Die you bastard! Die!"
"Davis! DON'T! STOP IT! AHHH! PUT THE GUN DOWN!"
"TAI, GET YOUR WUSSY ASS OVER HERE! I'M GONNA SHOOT THE HELL OUTTA YA!"
"DAVIS, DON'T! GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!"
BANG BANG!
"Ha! You dumbass, you missed!"
"SHOVE IT YAMA! TAI, IT'S NO USE HIDING! ME AND BY PRECIOUS GUN SHALL FIND YOU AND FRY YOU!"
TK couldn't take it anymore. No matter how much he hated every bone in that blockhead's body. He quickly unlocked the door and stumbled out.
"Davis! Don't do it! Don't kill him, please!"
"HA! BUT I WILL! DON'T EVEN TRY THAT BOX FOOL, YOUR EFFORTS ARE FUTILE! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! DIE YOU UGLY PINK THING!!"
"Box? Pink?" TK stood, confused at the sight that sat in front of his bright blue eyes. No, it wasn't a war scene, with mass chaos spreading from the very hands of Daisuke Motomiya (whom ever would give Dais a gun is a very very very very sadly stupid human being).
What he saw was Matt sitting on the couch, laughing as Davis (no gun in hand) and Tai (nor a box in his) sat on the floor, furiously pounding the living crap out of N64 controllers.
"Run all you want fool! But I have a gun!" Sure enough, one of the characters on the screen was carrying a ray gun. A Pikachu with a birthday hat on. Weird. Very.
BAM BAM!
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Tai wailed, dropping the controller and falling to the floor. "I died."
"You DUMBASS!" Matt's face was beet red from laughter as he pointed at the fallen brunette, nearly toppling over himself from his heaving chest. "YOU JUMPED OFF THE STUPID BUILDING! HA!"
Davis threw the controller to the floor angrily. "Dammit! I didn't get to fry your useless Kirby brains with my gun! Damn you, you imbecile."
TK suddenly spoke, causing the other three to jump in surprise (obviously not knowing that the blonde was standing there the whole time, even when he had called out. Funny, huh?). "What ARE you doing?"
Tai and Dai innocently replied, "Playing video games." They picked their controllers back up and started another round. Davis turned to TK, "Wanna play?"
**#**
I'll have to admit, it was pretty funny to watch. Tai and Dais made Super Smash Bros into a death match made in heaven. Uh, excuse the sorta pun there. Not intended. Yea.
Of course, I object to all, and any form of violence in any possible way, including video games. But what's the harm if you're only watching? Well, beside aching cheeks from all the laughs you get.
TK seemed reluctant at first as he sat down next to Dais and was handed the spare controller. But it seemed that Dais' earlier idea worked. Wow, that's a first. It seemed as though him and TK held a, um, trust bong I guess you could call it.
Well, TK must've trusted Dais enough to play that destructive game with him and Tai. Those two whack heads make that game, like, NC-17 due to their vulgarity and horrid killing methods. Yes! It's a horrible horrible game! It tells children that hitting your fellow Yoshi over the head with a giant mallet is a-okay! And that shooting stars, thingys, things at DK so he'll fall off the space ship is totally cool!
I'm sorry. I'm ranting. I'll try to stop. Uh, um.
Well, TK didn't really get into the game much (not that I think anyone could get into this game as much as Davis and Tai. They're kinda pathetic when you think about it. Ooops! Sorry.). He let Tai and Dais run amuck while he tossed himself off buildings, castles, trees, walls, floaty things, anything with oblivion beyond it really.
It was quite a sight. Kinda like, "100 Ways To Die Without Actually Being Killed" thing going on. Like, TK getting hit by random Pokemon as they shot out, letting bombs explode right by him, letting himself be blown away by the wind, getting in the way of Dais' gun shots, and, yea. The list kinda goes on and on and on and on...
But nobody really cared. I mean, Tai and Dais were fine with shoving off thing him here and there to wring each other's necks, or using him to break boxes. And I was quite content with sitting on the side, rather not wanting to be involved with their violence influencing game... uhh... oh, anyways...
Well, I think that we were all happy with the fact that TK was just hanging out with us. It was pretty cool, I guess.
((T))((B))((C))
ST: Yea! Whatcha think? Sorry 'bout bashing SSB. I actually really love that game! Boo yah! But, you know, Matt just HAD to be the one who dislikes all forms of violence, yet still watches them play. You know?
TK: Damn hypocrite.
ST: HEY! He's a sensitive artist!
TK: No he's not. Trust me, I'd know.
ST: Yea, alrighty then. So you are now the master of the knowledge of Yamato Ishida.
TK: Well, like you know what you're doing.
ST: Quiet! You shouldn't insult the authoress!
TK: Why not?
ST: I could, pair you up with ......... me!
TK: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! NO, NO THAT! ANYTHING BUT THAT!
ST: Grovel for forgiveness!
TK: I'M SORRY! PLEASE SPARE ME FROM THE DEVIL!
ST: What?!?! Did you just call me the devil? DIE TAKASHI!!
TK: AHHHHHH!!
(ST and TK run off the screen, TK screaming bloody murder and ST reaching for the blonde's neck)
PAUSE
(Dai pokes his head out of nowhere, banana nut muffin in hand)
Dai: S'up folks? ST and TK are unavailable at the moment, so please leave your review by pushing that very appealing button on the bottom. And if you hear a beep, umm, check your computer. Cause that's not supposed to happen.
PAUSE
Dai: Uhh, so review, and ummm, Until next time!
[tbc]
