Look! I LIVE!!! Haha, all jokes aside. I've been on a block…even though the next three chapters are in my notebook. Well, like I said, school, especially high school, sucks. And I can't really get around being an individual there if everyone starts taking my style! Looks like people will think I'm trying to be popular now that everyone's wearing my fishnet jacket trend…Well, I thank everyone who's been reviewing and everything.

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CHAPTER 5
New Generation Fun

All Sherry knew was that she'd entered hell once Carlos took her to the arcade. Not even a dignified exorcist could save her from the world of damnation that she was brought down to. It wasn't that she didn't like the arcade, goodness no. The problem was that she'd prefer Carlos somewhere else away from her personal bubble. Carlos would always make a scene trying to impress Jill and fit in with the new generation. Sadly, no one cared for Latino pop sensations anymore.

Sherry shrugged, knowing that Carlos wouldn't give in to reality. There he was, playing DDREXTREME with a young Asian male, presumably seventeen at most, and getting his feet tangled up with the fast beat of the performing song. After the game had ended, Carlos stumbled off the steel stage and limped toward his two "fans."

Jill sighed and smirked as she supported the handicapped Carlos, lifting his left arm over her shoulder and wrapping both her arms around his waist. "Carlos, sweetie…you look dead."

"That song's insane! That Asian kid's been eating his rice," exclaimed Carlos out of breath as he leaned heavily against Jill.

Sherry shook her head, rubbing her temples. She had to sum it up in the best way possible. "Okay, okay. One, he's probably a Gasian-"

"A gay Asian? Now I know!" interrupted Carlos.

"No, you don't know! A 'Gasian' is a term for hardcore Asian gamers who frequent arcades. Now… Two, of course he eats rice. As the saying goes," both Sherry and Jill sighed as they recited this, "'An Asian meal is not a meal without rice.'" Sherry glared at the older woman and both broke into giggles. The blonde continued on. "And three, of course that song's insane. 'Legend of Max' busts out at over three hundred bpm, making it one of the fastest songs in the history of DDR. That's much more than you can handle, Carlos."

Carlos just stood there, feeling more stupid than ever as the word "oh" shone in his eyes. After a period of blank thoughts, his attention wandered over to a large group of racers crowded around a row of screaming machines. "Listen to that turbo!" cried one spectator. "Shit! Look at that Cappuccino drift! No, the hachi-roku! Snow battle downhill Akina!" exclaimed several others.

Before anyone could stop him, Carlos dragged Jill over to the roaring machines and watched as big name Japanese street monsters battled through winding obstacles of different mountain passes. "What's that?" asked Carlos, both he and Jill in awe as young children attacked their opponents and rapidly smacked the stick shift in rhythm with the brake and gas as if they were expert Rally competitors.

"Initial D ver.3. It's mountain pass racing in Japan," replied Sherry as she pulled out her card and stuck an end of the green flap on the machine cabinet. "I drive the Sil-80. I'm not as good as Fritz, but I manage. You'll need an extra dollar if you want a card."

"Cool…let's play!" exclaimed Carlos as he fished two dollars worth of quarters out of his pocket.

"Good Lord no…" groaned Sherry.

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Yes, dear readers, I am Gasian. If you live in my city, you'll most likely see me playing Initial D ver.3, Wangan Maximum Tune, DDREXTREME, and most likely Mr. Driller. Hopefully I'll be able to enter that Initial D tourney next month...ROTARY PRIDE AND MAZDASPEED FOREVAH!!