Hey everyone! :) Sorry Ive been so inactive with my story :( I am more or less ashamed of this chapter because I was so lazy with it. xD I felt you guys deserved a chapter though, since youve been so patient with my writing 3 I cant believe you actually like this piece of crap! Anywaysss... heres chapter 4! More will be uploaded soon! And it will be better than this xD I promise!
Chapter 4
When Clyde left the room, I shook my head, sitting up from my position on the floor, leaning against the part of the desk I was closest to. Deciding to push knowing the reason of the brunette fleeing the room to the back of my mind, I began to glance around his bedroom without thinking too much about it.
The absence of Clyde allowed me to actually get a better, more detailed look of his bedroom. Y'know how when you go over to a new friend's house for the first time, and they take you into their room, and you have time to give the place an awkward once over before your friend can notice that you're checking out their living quarters like some chick with a sweet ass? Yeah. That's what went on earlier, but now that Clyde's gone for some unknown reason, I actually get to look at his room. Well, I'm not exactly sure why I would actually want to, but, whatever.
Anyway, I glanced around the room, surveying the walls and various items on lazily made shelves. A couple Marvel Comic characters were on his walls, and a few baseball, football, and hockey trophies were on his shelves. There was also a picture of Pamela Anderson on his ceiling. Huh. I thought Clyde was gay... Maybe he's bisexual like me.
My surveying gaze stopped on a gigantic Tron poster. Tron...? Clyde likes Tron...? Now, this reminded me of this awesome show, called Chuck. I'm not sure if you've ever heard of it, but it's basically about a person who works as a computer fixer dude in the "Nerd Herd", which is some clever parody of the "Geek Squad", named Chuck Bartowski. He accidentally implants this informational software in his brain known as the "Intersect", becomes a spy, and falls in love with this super-hot girl named Sarah, and they save the world a bunch of times with their cool spy skills, and whatnot plus there was this super cool guy named Casey, and a goofy guy named Morgan... Oh! And let's not forget Jeff and Lester, the basic comic relief characters who had a terrible band called JeffSter!... Anyway, Chuck had a giant poster just like Clyde's hanging in his apartment bedroom. It was a gift from his estranged father, who also loved the movie, cause well, how nerdier can you get with that particular movie? Heh, it just was...funny to me that Clyde would have that exact same poster. In fact…I was extremely tempted to take the poster down to see if there was any elaborate flowchart on the back like in the show... No, I'm not doing that. That's weird.
My glance then fell to a large toy chest near the window, complete with Red Racer and Spongebob Squarepants stickers covering the black and green surface of it. I almost laughed. Almost. But I stopped myself, just in case Clyde came back and asked me what I was laughing about. And that would be awkward. Anyway, I slowly stood up from my sitting position next to the large desk chair, and plopped right down in it. I figured while Clyde was gone, I should at least try to get a chunk of the essay done. I'm sure he would appreciate it.
I sat down at the computer, shaking my head as I stared at the white, simulated piece of paper on the screen, and the little, blinking line that determined where the letters and such would show up when I eventually begin to type. I literally was a blank slate , though. I couldn't think of anything to write. After about five minutes of staring at the screen, I sighed deeply, clicking Google Chrome to go on Facebook. I typed my email and password and logged in as myself:
Email: McCormickNTits810
Password: PikachuSquirtleLove78
I know, I'm sorry. I had a huge obsession with Pokemon when I made my account, and I'm honestly too lazy to change it. When I logged in, I had five notifications. One was a wall post from my big brother, Kevin.
Kevin McCormick: yo. lil bro. college iz fuking awesome. stop being a stranger and come visit, there's more tits here than the playboy mansion. :P
Three people liked it, which was another notification: Stan, Kyle, and Token. The other three notifications were game requests from Cartman. From FarmVille. How gayer could you get? I laughed some and returned to the wall post made by my bro. I clicked the comment box and typed my reply:
Kenneth McCormick: totally bro. so there haha. just give me until the end of next month and ill ditch skool. :)
I smiled to myself as I clicked the "Log Out" button, and exited out of the window. Sure enough, the word document was still there. With a deep sigh, I placed my fingers on the keyboard once more. After thinking quite hard, I began to type.
"Homosexuals have caused the world to be more fashionable. They're also like really nice and stuff."
Ugh. I know it's terrible. Stop rubbing it in. Sighing, I typed a bit more, not really putting much effort into what I was saying.
"Homosexuals are responsible for the world being a... happier place. No pun intended."
With a sigh, I rubbed my temples, a small headache forming. This went on for about twenty more minutes, more terrible sentences written onto the document. Figuring I had written a lot, I looked at the word count. I had only written about three hundred words. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I sighed once again, leaning my head against the white monitor. I blinked a few times before closing my deep blue eyes, quietly falling asleep for the second time tonight. This time, though, I had a very realistic dream.
The dream started out normally, I was walking down the street in the center of our small town. Y'know, where all the shops are, along with Tom's Rhinoplasty. Flipping my hair out of my eyes, the sun seemed to go down in a lightning speed manner. In other words, night came almost immediately despite the fact that it felt like noon a second ago. I glanced around again, and suddenly I was in the area of Stark's Pond, our old childhood hang out where I lost my virginity. To Rebecca (Red) Tucker. Y'know. Craig's cousin. Needless to say, when that asshole found out, I ended up going home that day with a black eye. It hurt. Anyway, as I looked around, I saw a pair of ice skates sitting in the snow by the north bank of the pond. Without thinking, I immediately shed myself of my dark green Converse and slid on the skates, lacing them up. My gaze fell to the other side of the pond, where another figure was already skating. I honestly couldn't really tell who it was, being that it was so dark now. I stood up shakily in the skates, and slid onto the ice, trying desperately to keep my balance. I waved my arms around, letting out quiet profanities when I almost tumbled to the cold surface of the small body of water. The figure had looked over my way and noticed me, beginning to skate over toward where I was. Blinking some, I squinted my eyes to try and see who this mysterious person was. I still couldn't tell, even when he was right in front of me. I guess this is because he had his hood up on his jacket like I used to do when I was younger. Anyway, he whispered in a hauntingly beautiful voice, I could tell it was a guy because his voice was deep enough and he had the body stature of a male. He asked me simply: "Would you like to dance...?"
As he questioned me, my blue eyes glazed over and my cheeks went pink. His voice... I swear... It was like angelic. Without even thinking about it, I nodded slowly, taking the other kid's hand as we began to skate along the ice in rhythm to the music that seemed to stream through the air. From what I could hear as I skated with the other male, it was Journey's old song: "Faithfully". What an amazing song... Anyway, the kid grabbed both my arms and wrapped them around his neck, his warm, strong hands resting on my waist. He made sure I wouldn't fall as we began to slowly sway side to side on the icy surface. I was completely enchanted by every action he had done. His voice was completely angelic... The way he danced with me across the ice was amazingly sweet... If I could just see his face... After a couple minutes, I slowly moved one of my hands down to his hood, beginning to push it down. He seemed alarmed as I did this, and he quickly grabbed my wrist to halt my action. With a sigh, I lowered my hand. Before I could say anything, though, he slowly leaned down toward me. I could see those beautiful pink lips... They were slightly chapped and were the shade of salmon. I closed my sky blue eyes as his lips hovered inches from mine. Whoa. I don't even know who this kid is. And he's trying to kiss me..? Mm... I don't think I should argue... But, seriously. I gotta find out who it is first... Just... After... I sighed in content as he pressed his lips to mine both deeply and softly. My heart fluttered as he immediately began to move his lips against mine, my hands found their way to his chest, them trembling from this intense feeling. After a couple minutes, he slowly glided his tongue over my lips, asking for entrance. Well, of course I gave it to him! When he slipped his warm, moist tongue into my awaiting mouth, I popped a boner. I mean seriously. I've never met a person who's kiss had this much effect on me. I moaned sensually as he dipped his skilled tongue in and out of my mouth. The stranger seemed to smirk into the kiss as I made my pleasured noises, and his hand slowly crept down to my nether regions. I didn't notice this at all...Cause well, this guy was such a good kisser. Mm... Oh fuck.. This felt so good... Mm.. Oh... Oh, wait, wait! Who-who was he? Damn, I had forgotten all about that when he pressed his amazing... Soft.. Beautiful.. Oh, sorry. Ahem. Lips to mine. My eyes slowly opened up, but I didn't stop kissing him, and uh... Moaning. Sorry, okay? If his kisses felt this good... Then I'd love to see what he could do to me in bed. Heh. Anyway, uh... Where was I? Oh yeah... I stared at his blue hood with my open eyes, and sighed contently as I pushed his hood down quickly. The stranger opened his eyes as well and pulled away from me almost violently. I jerked upwards at this action, completely dizzy from the make-out session that just went on. When my vision focused, I blinked in shock as I came face to face with a chubby boy with choppy, brown hair who had a tomato red face and a scared look in his eyes.