Chapter 2: The Beginning of Matthew
note: You will see the name Matthew, which is just me the author, and the name Johnathan (just picture a skinny white 30 year old that's name is really Jon, but we just nag him calling him Johnathan, that uses simple phrases that just sound hilarious when he says virtually anything)
*Squall is at Starbucks waiting in line for a capachino*
Squall: They think they are so great... Ill show them, I'll take a capachino, lite on the chino though
Johnathan: Ahhm*points to a sighn stating no pants, no service*
Squall: That's just typical Johnathan, allways nay saying
Johnathan: Sorry Pal.
Squall: Fine I'll take my buisness else where *walks next door to a Peabody coffee shop with a sighn only stating no shirt, no shoes, no service*
*Back to the topic... At the dance, where you find Squall waiting outside looking through a window to the great time*
Squall: You know what I need?
Matthew: Some pants.
Squall: No, no, no.... I need a loser, as pathetic as I am, who will join me as we look upon those more fortunate than us in self-pity
Matthew: I'll go get Lute...*starts to walk off*
Squall: I need someone like Zell
Matthew: Wait a fuck! I know him, come on!
*Squall and the author go to the cafeteria to find Zell hassling the lunch lady*
Zell: Your gonna serve me more hotdogs, or I'm gonna serve my foot up your ass!
Lunch Lady: Don't make me get Johnathan *points to a skinny white man reading the monthly Timbermatics*
Zell: *throws himself back in horror* Not Johnathan!
Squall: Hey Zell!
Zell: *looks over his shoulder* Oh, hey Sassy!
Matthew: Sassy?
Squall: Fuck you replacement friend, Hey Zell you wanna go lurk outside the ball in self-pity?
Zell: Ball? What ball?
Squall:...Whatever, come on
Zell: Allright *looks over shoulder back to the lunch lady* I'll be back for your ass later *Lunch Lady gives him the finger*
