A/N: Oh goodness, another chapter?
Thank you BlazetheDragonite for my first ever review! I don't think I would have continued without at least one review (how lonely does that sound? haha). And thank you again, for mentioning two important things, which I will mention now:
1. There won't be any Youtuber appearances (sorry!) but there will be mentions of them.
2. I'm not accepting OCS, mainly because this is my first story, and I'd like to have pride in myself knowing that this is all my work.
Remember: I own nothing here except my characters and the story!
"Okay okay okay, so lemme get this straight," said Desmond after he'd just closed his game of Minecraft. "How many coal pieces does it take to smelt a stack of stuff?"
"Eight," replied Tyler, as if it were the simplest thing in the world. "Because a stack is 64, correct? And one piece of coal will smelt 8 items, so if you used 8 pieces of coal with a stack of, let's say, food, which would be 64-"
"Oh, God. My brain hurts from the math. I can't even."
"...Maybe you can odd?"
Desmond doubled over with laughter, causing Tyler's speakers to muffle at the sheer volume of the sound. "Goddammit, Tyler! You fuckin' genius!"
"I am not having any sort of intercourse with a brilliant person," said the glasses-wearing teen in a sly tone. His jokes were always word-related ones.
"See?" The drummer continued to laugh. "That's what I mean! God, you are just hilarious. Seriously."
"Thank you," replied Tyler, this time with sincerity. Small words of praise were hard to come by these days.
Desmond, after finally getting over the giggles, then asked, "So you're gonna sleep now? I mean, sure it's Saturday tomorrow, and we've all got free time, and – hey, you think we can jam with Craig again?"
Craig was the vocalist of their band, also known as Sleepyheads. It would be a lie to say that that was the full name of the band (Sleepyheads and Music Dreads – what a mouthful!). He was both a beloved member and a good friend, but because of college duties, the band had to go on hiatus for a couple of months. Bringing his name into the conversation almost surprised Tyler, not because he had forgotten about Craig, but because he realized that they hadn't talked to each other during the entire hiatus.
"Tyler! Hey man, you even listenin'?"
He always had a knack for sinking into a reverie.
"Um, what were we talking about?"
Desmond laughed at his friend's ridiculous habit of spacing out. "I said maybe we could catch up with him! Y'know, like meet up for coffee or something. But meeting up for coffee is only for adults!"
"Des," said Tyler, "we are adults. Technically young adults. Ready to shape reality with our hopes and ideals."
"Wow, bro. You should write some poetry or something."
"I do write poetry. I write all sorts of things for my blog." See, Tyler's dream job was to become a famous author.
"Oh, right. Man, my ADD is really kicking in, huh? Anyway, I'm tired as fuck and I got a thing tomorrow, so goodnight my brutha!"
The other male nodded in contentment. "Goodnight, then."
And they disconnected.
Just as the Skype screen was closed, a pop-up appeared on the bottom-right corner, warning Tyler that his laptop battery was starting to run out. He sighed in exhaustion from playing Minecraft and dealing with Desmond's random freakouts whenever a mob ambushed them. He then grabbed the charger from his study desk, and connected it to the socket and the laptop. Hopefully I'll have more time to write something tomorrow, he thought. Maybe about Minecraft. Hah, that'll get me some views.
So after dressing himself into his night clothes, Tyler jumped into bed and drifted off immediately, his dreams filled with hissing Creepers, bleating sheep, punching wood, tall sugar cane stalks, and cave spelunking.
The perfect Minecraft dream.
A/N: Still not a long enough chapter :/ But oh well! I'm happy that I managed to even write something, since typing on the computer isn't exactly comfortable (I'm practically dying in this tropical summer heat!). So I hope you guys enjoyed this dialogue-filled chapter (I felt the need to show the contrast between calm Tyler and hyperactive Desmond), because I sure did.
Reviews of all sorts are appreciated!