Rock God

Chapter Twelve: Male Bonding

DJ and I repeatedly pressed buttons upon our GameCube controllers as we played Super Smash Brothers Melee. "Alright Mario it's time to feel the wrath of Pikachu!" DJ exclaimed before releasing a jolt of lightning at my character. "Hey, you were right, this is a lot more fun than cards and board games." He told me.

"It's easy for you to say, you've whopped me the last five games." I began with a groan and a roll of my eyes. "I say that I should have gone with Mom when she came to pick up Samson and leave you at the pet store by yourself. And if you weren't my best friend I would have." I finished as it had turned out that Mom was in on our new puppy all along and she had gone to collect him once we had left the pet shop and then I came home with DJ on his motorcycle.

DJ just simply chuckled as he put the game on pause. "Thanks Champ, I appreciate that." He replied with a grin. "And for the record you're my best friend too."

"Really?" I questioned him with uncertainty. "I am?"

"Do you see any other fifteen-year-old boy who also happens to be a highly talented rock star around here?" He questioned me back as I stifled a laugh.

"Thanks, but the band wouldn't be nearly as good if it wasn't for you." I told him and before he could answer me that's when my mother knocked on the door.

"Alright, time for bed." She told me as DJ whined playfully and unpaused the game and pretended to play it some more.

"Aww,.. come on Mother five more minutes!" He cried as she let out a giggle.

"I was talking to Michael DJ." She told him as he paused the game again and grinned at her.

"I know. I was just joking." He replied with a chuckle. "Alright, I'll take that as my cue to leave." He began as he stood up and started walking towards the door. "I need to go take a dump anyways." He finished as I just simply rolled my eyes at him.

"Too much information Dad__ err,.. I mean dude." I responded completely unaware of the fact that he had stopped in the hallway around the corner and leaned up against the wall with his arms folded.

"Well,.. what do you know?" He questioned with a rather warm and loving smile before he proceeded to go towards the bathroom and shut the door behind him once he had gotten inside.

"Did you just call DJ Dad?" Mom asked me with a rather confused and bewildering look on her face. "He looks like he isn't that much older than you."

"Well,.. err,.. umm,.. you see,.." I began but that's when I suddenly let out a great big breath of exasperation and rolled my eyes again because I knew that I was busted. "If I tell you, you have to promise that you won't freak out." I told her as she simply just nodded at me in response.

"Alright, go ahead." She replied as she waved me on.

"DJ's God." I told her.

"Want to run that by me again?" She inquired.

"I swear, it's the honest truth. I met Jesus and Hope at our school fundraiser and I'm guessing that Hope was the Holy Spirit. DJ is on some mission that involves him singing in my rock band." I told her.

"Can you even begin to understand how crazy you sound right now?" She questioned me.

"Probably not." I replied anxiously before she folded her arms.

"Well, I can tell you one thing. If DJ is actually God, then whoever invented the phrase cleanliness is close to godliness is completely out of their mind." She said and I knew exactly what she was talking about too.

For right at that very moment DJ was downstairs raiding our refrigerator and grabbed a can of Dr. Pepper and quickly shut the door behind him and pulled open the top while Samson looked up at him with interest. "Ah,.. I love that sound." He said before grabbing a bag of popcorn and putting it in the microwave as well as a tub of chocolate ice cream, chocolate syrup, whipped cream, sprinkles, and a bag of Doritos.

"Now,.. don't you dare touch any of that or you'll be the one sleeping in the doghouse tonight and the forecast is calling for rain so I wouldn't if I were you." He warned the small puppy while pointing his finger at him sternly but when Samson let out a tiny whine DJ smiled at him and scratched him behind the ears. Once he had his snack ready he turned on the television set and started stuffing his face while watching an episode of SpongeBob SquarePants.

A little while later he had fallen asleep with the rest of the household. Even Samson was sleeping on the floor down by the couch where he laid as the rain fell heavily outside on the patio. That's when suddenly he started tossing and turning. "No! Get away from him! Leave that kid alone!!" He cried out when he awoke in a cold sweat startling the black and white puppy below him as he did. "Satan." He said to himself while thunder roared, and lightning flashed.

As if on cue that's when the doorbell rang. DJ got up to answer it and Jesus and Hope were standing right there before him and he quickly ushered them inside and then shut the door behind them before following them back to the living room. "Satan's returning and he's coming after Mick." He told them.

"We know." Hope began. "Jesus told me because He saw it in a vision." She explained.

"So did I but on earth it's what's known as a nightmare and it happens when you're sleeping." DJ told her.

"Umm,.. I think I know that Dad. I spent just a little bit over three decades of my life on earth." Jesus told him.

"So, anyways,.. what was the nightmare about?" Hope asked him.

"Well, it was about Satan returning to earth in the body of a rapper by the name of Diablo and he wants to be a more popular artist than me so he's challenging me to a contest. The winner gets to keep Mick all to himself and his soul." He explained.

"So then what happens to the loser?" She wondered as there was a silent pause.

"The loser has to stay away from him,.. forever." DJ replied with a rather solemn and worried expression on his face.