Allan POV
As I wake up, shes was still firmly implanted in my mind. Tox, she's more then likely not interested in you, don't start getting your hopes up. I decided to go make some breakfast, but what should I make? I think about it as I stand up, taking my mask off to let my face breath and avoiding mirrors like the plague so I'm not reminded of, that, place. I walk to the kitchen and look in the refrigerator, chicken, buttermilk, plain butter, both of those were homemade btw. I know, excessive, but cooking is a escape for me okay? I look around my kitchen as well, seeing what else I got; baking powder, salt, baking soda, flour, nice! I can make my favorite breakfast meal, chicken biscuits! I gather up all the ingredients, and start brining my chicken. Little known secret outside the cooking community, it greatly improves the final product to put pickle juice in the brine. It makes it more tender and juicy, and no I'm not just saying that because I'm "hip with culinary culture" or anything like that, it just ends up better to me personally. I mix up the dough for my biscuits for the Sammich, making sure to reserve some buttermilk to brush on them later when I bake them. I get my deep fryer out and get it set up, filled with my favorite mixes of oil, 50% peanut and 50% canola, of course I got a bit of time until I can start cooking the chicken, but I can bake-a my biscuits. I roll out the dough and start cutting them out, I decided to make them in the shape of hearts, because I'm just so cutesy like that. As I brush them down with buttermilk I get a call, interrupting my listening of Credence Clearwater revival, seeing it was the tall boi. I decide to answer.
Tox: "Wha u wan?"
Farrell: "I wanted to ask if you got a gaming pc, you probably do but I'm just curious"
Tox: "dude I get 100 grand per job, that was one of my first purchases"
Farrell: "Doh, yeah that makes sense"
Tox: "yeah, what'd you need?"
Farrell: "I wanted to know if you played TF2"
Tox: "I did, recently tried, but I can never get a decent server with all the bots that are going around"
Farrell: "weeeeeelllll I got a private server with some ofmy acting buddies and I was wondering if you wanted to join and play sometime?"
Wait wait wait, play team fortress two with actual big shot actors? Oh fuck yeah that'll be fun!
Tox: "sure! Sounds fun!"
Farrell: "cool! We're playing a few rounds at noon, maybe you can hop in then?"
Tox: "yeah dude I'll be there, I'm just makin myself some breakfast, what's your steam name so I can friend you?"
Farrell: "I'll text it to you"
He texts it to me, then we exchanged goodbyes as I put my biscuits in the oven. I look at my chicken timer and see it's almost done, so I start up my deep fryer. Now time to wait for everything.
25 minutes later
I am now nomming on delicious chicken and biscuit sandwiches. I pull up the steam app on my phone and log back in, adding the tall boi and preparing for the rounds that're coming up. He immediately added me back as I munched on my sammich, cause sammich gud. After I finished I looked to my friends list and realized how close to empty it was, I need new friends. I decided it was time to hop on, bring it was 11:30. I walked to my gaming room, logged onto my computer, and saw he was already online, playing, Amorous? Oh, must be doing the Skye path. I message him.
Tox: •why are u playing Amorous?•
Farrell: •FUCK, please don't snitch•
Tox: •aren't you like 24?•
Farrell: •no, I'm 18 and still live at home•
Tox: •bruh your mom probably doesn't care•
Farrell: •it's not my mom I'm worried about•
Tox: •?•
Farrell: •my dad has shit on ma's phone that keeps track of everything. It's how I got found out for being Pansexual•
Tox: •w8 wot?•
Farrell: •I'm Pansexual•
Tox: •oh, I didn't mean to imply that was a bad thing•
Farrell: •out of curiosity what about you?•
Tox: •I'm straight, but a hole is a hole Lmao•
Farrell: •lmao•
Tox: •so we gonna play?•
Farrell: •oh yeh, the guys are gonna be back soon, they're at the studio doing a project quick•
Tox: •Ah, makes sense, how long do you think?•
Farrell: •about another half hour•
Tox: •bruh•
Farrell: •Wha? I can't control their slow assses•
Tox: •Lmao I don't really care, wanna chat?•
Farrell: •sure lmao, sounds like fun•
And so we did, chatting about very important stuff, like if Fish got thirsty, which way the toilet paper faced, things like that, until the topic of love came up.
Farrell: •you got someone special in your life?•
Tox: •well I used too, but, she was kinda a betch, well they both were•
Farrell: •oh•
Tox: •yeah....•
Farrell: •well Y'know who else is looking for a real partner?•
Tox: •?•
Farrell: •My mom lol•
Tox: •lmao nah, I don't think she'd be into me•
Farrell: •lmao I was joking, besides, you wouldn't wanna fuck with my brothers and I if you broke her heart•
Tox: •pffffft, I wouldn't break a milf like her's heart in a million years•
Farrell: •oof lmao, I wouldn't recommend calling her a milf to her face, she'll beat your skull in•
Tox: •y?•
Farrell: •she doesn't like being called a milf, for some odd reason•
Tox: •that's weird•
Farrell: •yeah and I live with her, how do you think I feel?•
Tox: •Why do you still live at home? Curiosity for curiosity's sake•
Farrell: •mainly because I pay the bills lol•
Tox: •oh•
Farrell: •yeah, I know•
Tox: •weeeeellll•
Friend 1: •hey wassup bitches?•
Farrell: •oh hey Tucker the motha fucker•
Tox: •o hey•
Soon all of his friends show up and we start interacting, then jump into their private discord and private TF2 server, starting to play and have fun. I think about what Farrell said, about his mom, V, would she like a guy like me? I doubt it, I'm not the most likable guy on the planet, not boyfriend material by any means. I think about it, I'd love to have a beeg tiddy milf gf. I shake my head because I get back stabbed by the guy that voiced Ash in Fantastic Mr. Fox, gawd dammit! After a long afternoon of shit talking, rage, anger, and a broken mouse, we decide it's time to get done for the day. I walk to my room for an early night, I think and think about her again. Don't get your hopes up and get obsessed again Tox. I lay down, starting to fall asleep, bracing in case I get a nightmare, though the dream I had was a pleasant one this time
Chapter End
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