game || kyle david hall

chapter iii. pete wentz circa 2005

We all finished our meals relatively fast, throwing the dishes in the garbage can afterwards. 

Now it's everyone's least favorite part... editing... party. At least I have people to keep me company instead of having to talk to my teddy bear...

Kyle and I grabbed our camera and laptops, heading back downstairs to be joined by Alex, Johnnie and Bryan in the living room. 

Commence the speech about how grueling editing is and the multiple times Bryan and Johnnie had dance parties which were not only loud as fuck, but the most distracting thing I've ever witnessed. One can not stay focused when Bryan and Johnnie are dressed up in Sailor Moon and Batwoman dresses while singing obnoxiously to Pierce the Veil... you simply can't.

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It had been, who knows how long, and Kyle and I were still editing.

Gahhhhhhh...

At least we were just adding the finishing touches. Special effects, that kind of good stuff. My eyes glanced up at the digital clock displayed on my mac.

10:37

I decide to watch over the clips that I was 'in charge' of editing and being a sleep deprived teenager from editing non-stop the night before, my eyelids slowly drifted to a close.

Waking up tomorrow to have my whole face covered in makeup should be fun to clean up. 

#relatable

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I wake up as groggily as anyone could ever wake up. My hands naturally go up to my eyes, rubbing them like usual. Sitting up from what I presume is the couch I fell asleep on... but something's missing. And that something, or should I say... someone... would be Kyle. I kind of remember being on one side of the small couch, him on the other, but now I can't seem to figure out where he went. 

I mentally shrug my shoulders, slowly sitting up from the couch and I decide to wander around in hopes to find the bathroom to see how much damage my makeup had cost me while I was sleeping.

I literally open nearly every single door and with my kind of luck, none of them turn out to be bathrooms. I walk up to the last door I'm able to find on the first floor of the house, saying a quick prayer before opening the door.

Why yes, I did just pray for a bathroom to appear behind the door.

I open up the door relatively fast, and it seems like God has actually answered my prayers by putting a bathroom behind the door. I firstly walk over to the mirror, almost jumping back in horror, simply because of how much my makeup had smeared. I run some warm water and wash off as much makeup as I possibly can. My eyeliner, like usual, decides to be rude and decides not to wash off so I still have smeared eyeliner underneath my bottom lashes making me look like Pete Wentz circa 2005.

And I can not (extra emphasis on 'not') pull off 2005 Pete.

I decide to wander around the house for a little bit longer after my 'bathroom adventure' to hopefully find out where everyone went... and that's when I remembered that it was a Tuesday. Meaning we had school. I walk over to the kitchen, looking at the time displayed on the stove top to see that it was almost noon.

The only word I can possibly think to describe my situation right now is, 'shit'.

I remember Kyle telling me something about his parents being off on some vacation or something like that so I don't have to worry about encountering them... hopefully. I walk back over to the couch, grabbing my backpack off of the floor, searching through the different compartments to find my phone... which doesn't even end up being in my backpack since I find it underneath my backpack instead.

Multiple texts from Kyle pop up on my lock screen saying a variety of different things from

*this is kyle from the past letting you know that you're ditching school, whoopsies ^~^*

to

*school should be interesting for you tomorrow. practically every teacher is somewhat pissed off xD ahahahahahahh*

I shoot off a few texts to hopefully get him in trouble in the middle of class. My revenge for him ditching me at his house. 

I toss my phone onto the couch, grabbing my mac from off of the floor and opening it up to see that the video we had spent practically all night editing hadn't even been uploaded.

God-fucking-dammit Kyle.

I take it into my hands to check the video for any touch-ups before uploading it onto YouTube and apologizing for the late upload in the description of the video.

I also decide to basically raid Kyle's fridge of his true love, Peace Tea, and hide all of the cans in my backpack.

This is the only proper way someone should ever get revenge on Kyle David Hall.

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I check up on how much longer the video will take to upload and turns out it's only an hour and the time just so happens to be 30 minutes after school ends and Kyle gets back.

Conveniently, I find a stash of movies in a cabinet near the tv. My internal happiness scale reaches it's maximum when I find Mrs. Doubtfire at the bottom of the first stacks of movies. As soon as I possibly can, I start up the movie, grabbing the blanket that I had slept with and finding myself a comfortable spot on the couch directly across from the tv.

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45 minutes into the movie I'm already crying immensely from laughing so hard that I don't even realize Kyle step into the house and he probably thinks I'm having a stroke or something.

He steps in the front of the tv, covering as much of it as he can by contorting his body in an odd shape. I screech and throw a pillow at his stomach in attempt to get him to move out of the way but he only ends up covering his ears.

"What do you want from me?!" I yell, sounding slightly annoyed but trying to keep myself from laughing.

"Where the hell is my frickin Peace Tea?!?!" I explode into fits of laughter, refusing to tell him where his precious Peace Tea has been hidden.

*cue the ever so cliche tickle fight so I let him know where they are*

As if on cue, he jumps on the couch, pinning me down and his general scent filling my 'personal bubble'.

"Oh and you're welcome for uploading the video since someone forgot to do so."

"Well thank you very much, but you still haven't told me where you put my Peace Tea!"

"And I never will!"

Mwahahahahahahaah *thunder and lightning sound effects*

"Do I dare press 'cancel' on the video upload?" He says with a menacing smile.

"You wouldn't..." I test and he hovers his finger over enter button.

"Oh, but I would." His finger inches closer and closer to the button until it just rests upon it.

"Fine! Fine! It's in my backpack!" He smiles satisfactorily and takes his hand away from the premises around my laptop, opening my backpack up and finding every can of Peace Tea securely tucked into the biggest compartment.

He grabs what I think is sno-berry and sits next to me on the couch, Mrs. Doubtfire still playing while I hear the can crack open.

"Thank you dearie." He bats his eyelashes ridiculously before he presses his lips against my cheek.

My eyes widen a little bit in shock, but I try not to show it by smiling a little bit and trying to focus on the movie.

I didn't really like Kyle like that... right?