A/N: My friend Jessica (not to be confused with the Jess from the Bree Girls' fics!) and I went to see The Two Towers today. While we were in the car on the way back, we (well, she) had the bright idea to write us in a fanfiction… and this is what happened. I know I've seen something that's like this somewhere, either on TV or in a movie, but I really can't remember where to give it credit. It must've been years ago anyway.
Grinning, I looked up to my friend Jessica – one of my best friends – and then my eyes dropped right back to the game.
Oh, the game.
Is it just me, or is the dancey-game (in our mall, a cheap rip-off of Dance Dance Revolution), incredibly sexy? I believe the term that I used was 'orgasmic'. The way the boys who play – and it always seems to be boys – move, the way they dance and jump across the step-padded boards. The way their bodies and hips move, feet hitting the tiles at the correct moment to get a Perfect score... striving always for that A.
I get fucking poetic about that game.
"Kristin, you're drooling," Jessica giggled, in her anime-like voice (she always reminded me of one of those girls in the cartoons, with the high-pitched very cutesy voice), rolling her eyes at me. We were sitting in the back of our arcade, her on a red leather stool that the Arcade people put there for people like me who watch the dancey-game people, and me in the seat of the Star Wars game, playing with the joystick. Jessica has short blonde hair, spiked and held up with about five bottles of hair gel, always very perfect. She's anal retentive about her hair. She's wearing her favorite olive green hoodie and a pair of jeans, we both have glasses on. I'm wearing my fairly-long red-brown hair in braided pigtails, with a brown shirt with very big sleeves, in honor of medieval style, Eowyn-ish clothes, and a long khaki cargo kind of skirt… and, of course, since we just got back from the movies, my One Ring replica securely on a silver chain around my neck.
"Aren't they amazing?" I breathed, eyes lit up, watching two boys – one, we've met before; he had spiky hair with glitter in it – on the dancey-machine. The one with the glitter hair was a cheerleader at one of our neighboring schools. Yes, a boy cheerleader.
And, I quote myself – 'bendy'.
".. how many rock candy sticks have you had?"
"Ten."
"Oh Jesus."
"Look," I whispered, pointing as the other one – a blonde, with very baggy pants – did a few amazing moves. Sighing softly, I turned away when their game was over, sharing a grin with Jessica. And then we got up, wandering off to the side of the Arcade, looking at the random games placed there.
"Look," she nodded her head toward the side, a game that I haven't seen before.
"Must be new," I replied with a shrug, walking to it to check it out. "Oh, sweet!" It was a Lord of the Rings game! I dug into my pocket, shuffling with the spare change and finally got a quarter. "Let's play." We put in our quarters, and started to play.
"Jessica," I grumbled, shaking my head and maneuvering my player – I ended up with Aragorn – through the battle of Helm's Deep. She, however, was having no problem with shooting about eight Uruks in rapid succession, playing Legolas. "You need to stop playing Final Fantasy so much and leave the fricken' house sometimes."
"Bite me, Kristin."
"No thanks, not hungry. All that rock candy, you know."
We played for a few minutes, which turned into an hour, we seemingly could never die. I figured out the puzzles, having had read the books a few times, most of them were easy. And Jessica was incredible at playing the battles, all of that time she spent at home with Tekken 3 or whatever the hell she played, must've come in handy or something.
After we finished Helm's Deep, there was a level where we had to save Frodo from the Shelob, and then we played the Ents taking Isengard. Then, there was the huge Battle of Pellenor Fields, and then finally Gollum fell into Mt. Doom. We thought it was the end, for the credits scrolled. But neither of us moved a muscle.
The screen lit up, the words "BONUS LEVEL" jumping out at us. Sharing a grin, Jessica and I turned back to the game.
And a bright light engulfed us, pulling us forward.
Grinning, I looked up to my friend Jessica – one of my best friends – and then my eyes dropped right back to the game.
Oh, the game.
Is it just me, or is the dancey-game (in our mall, a cheap rip-off of Dance Dance Revolution), incredibly sexy? I believe the term that I used was 'orgasmic'. The way the boys who play – and it always seems to be boys – move, the way they dance and jump across the step-padded boards. The way their bodies and hips move, feet hitting the tiles at the correct moment to get a Perfect score... striving always for that A.
I get fucking poetic about that game.
"Kristin, you're drooling," Jessica giggled, in her anime-like voice (she always reminded me of one of those girls in the cartoons, with the high-pitched very cutesy voice), rolling her eyes at me. We were sitting in the back of our arcade, her on a red leather stool that the Arcade people put there for people like me who watch the dancey-game people, and me in the seat of the Star Wars game, playing with the joystick. Jessica has short blonde hair, spiked and held up with about five bottles of hair gel, always very perfect. She's anal retentive about her hair. She's wearing her favorite olive green hoodie and a pair of jeans, we both have glasses on. I'm wearing my fairly-long red-brown hair in braided pigtails, with a brown shirt with very big sleeves, in honor of medieval style, Eowyn-ish clothes, and a long khaki cargo kind of skirt… and, of course, since we just got back from the movies, my One Ring replica securely on a silver chain around my neck.
"Aren't they amazing?" I breathed, eyes lit up, watching two boys – one, we've met before; he had spiky hair with glitter in it – on the dancey-machine. The one with the glitter hair was a cheerleader at one of our neighboring schools. Yes, a boy cheerleader.
And, I quote myself – 'bendy'.
".. how many rock candy sticks have you had?"
"Ten."
"Oh Jesus."
"Look," I whispered, pointing as the other one – a blonde, with very baggy pants – did a few amazing moves. Sighing softly, I turned away when their game was over, sharing a grin with Jessica. And then we got up, wandering off to the side of the Arcade, looking at the random games placed there.
"Look," she nodded her head toward the side, a game that I haven't seen before.
"Must be new," I replied with a shrug, walking to it to check it out. "Oh, sweet!" It was a Lord of the Rings game! I dug into my pocket, shuffling with the spare change and finally got a quarter. "Let's play." We put in our quarters, and started to play.
"Jessica," I grumbled, shaking my head and maneuvering my player – I ended up with Aragorn – through the battle of Helm's Deep. She, however, was having no problem with shooting about eight Uruks in rapid succession, playing Legolas. "You need to stop playing Final Fantasy so much and leave the fricken' house sometimes."
"Bite me, Kristin."
"No thanks, not hungry. All that rock candy, you know."
We played for a few minutes, which turned into an hour, we seemingly could never die. I figured out the puzzles, having had read the books a few times, most of them were easy. And Jessica was incredible at playing the battles, all of that time she spent at home with Tekken 3 or whatever the hell she played, must've come in handy or something.
After we finished Helm's Deep, there was a level where we had to save Frodo from the Shelob, and then we played the Ents taking Isengard. Then, there was the huge Battle of Pellenor Fields, and then finally Gollum fell into Mt. Doom. We thought it was the end, for the credits scrolled. But neither of us moved a muscle.
The screen lit up, the words "BONUS LEVEL" jumping out at us. Sharing a grin, Jessica and I turned back to the game.
And a bright light engulfed us, pulling us forward.