The Graduating Class of '09 (Class of '09 x Male Reader Insert)

[A White Boondocks Thanksgiving]

~ November 28th, 2008 / NON-CANON ~

Within the (L/N) household, (Y/N) was preparing for another thanksgiving feast ever since he inherited the manor from his late-parents. He had finished prepping the turkey with the addition of cornbread, pumpkin pie, and other delicacies that would fit the thanksgiving spirit. Although, there was only one problem this year.

As (Y/N) sat down at the table, he looked at the empty chairs that would've seated more than ten people. Steaming food entered his nostrils, but it was way too much food for him alone.

(Y/N): "Damn, I guess I really am alone most of the time." He said to himself aloud. "I wonder if I can hire some MySpace whores into engaging in a thanksgiving erotic roleplay session.. Would they be into being bonded and gagged like a turkey?" He was left alone to his thoughts, but at the last minute decided against it. No point trying to make a girl orgasm on his chicken drumstick, that's just bad table manners.

His iPhone-3G vibrated insistently in his back pocket, the faint buzz sending a ripple of awareness up his spine. He shifted slightly, one hand instinctively patting the pocket to confirm the source. The vibration was familiar yet intrusive, much like the constant interruptions he'd grown accustomed to lately. Scam Likely again? The name had become synonymous with annoyance, their silent calls eroding his patience. "Why did they even bother", he mused, if no voice followed the call?

Fortunately, that wasn't the case this time. It was Jecka calling him to which he answered right away. "Can't you tell I'm busy wallowing in self-pity and having a melancholic vibe about not having any thanks to give this year?" He said in a sarcastic tone.

"You're eating a buffet again by yourself aren't you?"

"No."

"(Y/N)."

"Okay, I am. What's it to you?"

"Can I come over? My Dad won't shut the hell up about my Mom being a whore again. It's honestly ruining my appetite."

"Are you going to sneak out again and drive your car here?"

"Yeah, considering that you've been paying with gas money a lot during the school year."

(Y/N) smirked, "It's kind of half-way over, huh?"

"It's a good thing too. It's not like I'll miss anyone other than you and Nicole, I guess."

"Aw, come on, Jecka. You're telling me there's not one other person you'd miss? What about, uh... Trody? At least he didn't give you a hard-time?"

"He's okay, I guess. Not like I interacted with him much either anyway. There isn't really a connection between us and probably never had."

"But seriously, just me and Nicole, huh? That's it? Not even your locker buddy or... what's-her-name, Chelsea, from English class from last school year?"

"Don't even mention that whore's name around me. That bitch tried to copy me from everything down to the letter. Literally, 'I usually go by Chelsea, but you can call me Checkers, haha' she sounds so fucking braindead, I'm convinced that she hadn't received enough love from her parents. And don't get me started on how she always tried to hit on you whenever she got the chance when we were Sophomores!"

"Really struck a nerve, huh? I didn't know you hated her so much."

"She's a copycatting whore end of story." She took a deep exhale after letting that off of her chest. "Anyway, just don't go getting a big head about it, okay? You and Nicole are tolerable to be around."