Joffry

Chapter 7 | The Boys

Joffry woke up in a cold sweat from his dream (read chapter 6 to know what dream I'm referring to) and tried to forget about it. He then proceeded to walk upstairs and get ready for school. Once he got up there, Uncle dave was in the kitchen cooking while wearing (big surprise) a pink speedo with 'juicy' written on the butt in big, bold letters.

"Oh, hey Joffry. I was just making you some foot fries. They're like fries but like with dead skin from my foot mixed in."

"No thanks, gotta go before I'm late!"

"But you usually don't leave for another hour.."

Joffry then checked the clock and it was only 6:30, "Shit."

"So c'mon an' eat yer uncle's foot fries."

Luckily for Joffry, Jirärd showed up to walk him to school. "Yo Joffry, you ready to head out?"

"Oh my god, I love you!"

Jirärd blushed, "y-you do?"

Joffry realized what he said and nearly threw up at the thought of it, "nevermind, let's just go."

They went to school like usual, Jirärd was still blushing. Joffry of course didn't notice due to him "not giving a shit". They went to class and Stanley was waiting for them by their seats.

"Yo, wassup bro?" Stan said.

"Sup?" Joffry responded smirking to Stan, "what're you up to?"

"Y'know, was just waiting for you to ask if you wanted to go practice before the game tonight?"

"Oh damn, I forgot there's a game tonight, practice would be great!"

"Awesome, let's go!"

They did.

"Man, that was some great practice." Stanley said as his shorts looked like balloons due to the large amount of sweat within them (don't ask me about the logic of the situation, it's supposed to be funny).

Joffry was wet (from sweat, you perv) and he was also extremely sore for whatever reason, I don't understand how you could get sore from that sport. "GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HEAD!" Joffry seemingly became aware of the narrator. Anyways, they worked themselves a little too hard and their game was right after their practice (talk about poor planning). Joffry and Stanley were in the starting lineup for Crapzville High (very shitty planning). This was also the game that decided if they moved on from their district tournament (seriously, why the hell did they even practice??). Jirärd and Pablo were sitting in the crowd ready to cheer them on, along with Alice and Nächtschtofdt, talk about pressure.

The game began, and the opposing team, Duwang High, were the first up. An extremely muscular, 7 foot 4 giant walked out to the middle of the field. He prepared to kick the ball, ran up.. BAM! the ball flew all of 2 inches and fell right in front of him. That would make you believe that Joffry and Stanley have a good chance of winning, but all of their teammates did the same thing during their turns. Until finally, Duwang High scored a point on them, putting the Duwangers in the lead. Then Stanley got up. He prepared to kick, ran up.. POW! the ball sailed through the air as he sprinted after it. It flew through the football goal, and soon after, Stanley leapt into the air and caught it, then slammed it onto the ground with all of his might. An umpire ran over to him and blew a whistle and screamed "SAFE!" The game was officially tied.

Last but certainly not least was our very own Joffry Starr. He, of course, was not nervous one bit about it. He was well aware of his own capabilities, also he doesn't exactly show emotion too much, regardless of the situation. Joffry slowly walked out to the center of the field, he had the usual unimpressed look in his eyes. He set himself up and began to mentally prepare himself. He began to trot toward the ball, then slowly turned it into a run. He was fully sprinting toward the ball, until.. Wham! The ball was sent flying through the air like a missile. Joffry continued his sprint toward where he had kicked the ball. The ball then flew through the football goal and began to fall as it decelerated. Joffry barely got to it in time to jump and catch it. He nearly fell on his side, but just before he hit the ground he turned himself and slammed the ball down as his nose crashed into the ground. The umpire then ran over, blew his whistle, and screamed "SAFE!" Crapzville High had officially won and moved on from the district tournament. Well, they would have if they hadn't been disqualified immediately after due to some random-ass team member popping steroids before the game.

Regardless, everyone at the school loved Joffry even more than they did before. I didn't even know that was possible. Jirärd and Pablo were extremely proud of Joffry and Stan for being the only decent Crapballers at the school. They then proceeded to walk home together, until Joffry presented an idea.

"Hey, guys?" Joffry stopped walking, "how about you all come sleep over at my place tonight?"

The other guys' faces began to glow as they all agreed. They all headed over to Joffry's house and were greeted by Uncle Dave passed out drunk on the couch. "Dammit Dave," Joffry was visibly upset with his uncle's lifestyle. They decided they should just stay in Joffry's room (the basement). His ceiling still hadn't been fixed over his bed from the time he fell through the floor.

The boys sat in a circle, talking to each other about girls. Ew.

"Yo, Jirärd" Stanley began, "your sister's a baddie, ain't she?"

"Bro, please don't talk about my sister like that."

"But she is though," Stanley turned to Joffry, "you almost dated her didn't you? Ain't she a hottie?"

"No." Joffry was deadpan, he was very obviously not joking.

"Damn, bro. At least you're honest." Stan laughed, Jirärd was still unimpressed with the current topic.

"Hey Stan, I gotta go take a shit," Pablo stated, implying that he wanted Stan to accompany him.

"Yeah, I got you bro." They then went to the bathroom together, leaving Joffry and Jirärd alone.

Joffry then took out a notebook in which he had been writing poems about how much he hated his dad.

"Whatcha got there?" Jirärd leaned over and took the notebook.

"Give that back!" Joffry stood up and tried to take his notebook back. Jirärd laughed as Joffry chased after him, until they ran into each other and fell onto the bed together, Joffry seemingly had Jirärd pinned down by accident. The mood seemed very intimate. Their faces were very close together. Joffry began to get lost in Jirärd's eyes as they moved closer together. Jirärd began to close his eyes as their lips eventually met.

"What the hell are you guys doing?" Stanley and Pablo had just gotten back.

Joffry jumped back immediately, "It's not what it looks like!"

"Well it looks like you just kissed Jirärd" Pablo mentioned.

Joffry paused for a moment, "shit, I guess it is what it looks like."

Jirärd was on the bed smiling and kicking his feet, with his cheeks red as roses. Joffry was extremely embarrassed, but couldn't deny that he enjoyed the moment.

Stanley spoke, "I-I'm not sure what to say. I had no idea you guys were like that. I mean, I have no problem with it, I'm just surprised."

After that awkward moment, they went to bed. Joffry then drifted into a deep sleep and dreamt of Jirärd being a hula dancer.