My name's.... Unimportant as of right now. I screeched with laughter as a "stheeky stheeky sthake" slides across by screen. "GOTCHA BITCH!" Evan screams as the "iamwildcat died" message appeared at the bottom of my computer. "AGHHHH! FOCK YOU VANOSS AND DELIRIOUS!" Wildcat screamed as I doubled over in laughter. Vanoss was laughing almost as hard as I was.
As we switched teams, wildcat, miniladd, and nogla complained about each other and how terrible wildcat's hiding spot was. It was true, it was awful...
We played a few more rounds, my clock striking 4:00. "Yaawn... Guys it pretty late I think I'm leaving...I have a date-ish thing tomorrow." Said vanoss. My face flamed a little red before I could stop it. Shoot. "Yeah, I should also get going." Said mini. Ugh. I guess that was all of our recording session then.
A couple hours later and I was still up with my best bud; Twitter. Some of the tweets were dumb as shit. "Del u stupd that lauf s so ubnoxioush" ha. I laughed just in spite. As the clock approached seven, my mind kept wandering back to the guys. Why did Evan have to leave so abruptly? I mean, we were having fun. Ugh.
I sighed as I showered and got out my work clothes. Let's just say it was a long sigh. A looonngg sigh. I really don't know why I still work; YouTube makes me enough money. But, I guess I know the answer. Without work I would have no ties to any friend... Acquaintances, I guess, besides the guys. And even I know it's good to not play video games all day and sit on your ass 23.99 hours straight, (minus bathroom time) and have only friends that don't actually know what you look like. So, that's why. Ugh.
As I pulled out of my driveway, I got a call from my boss. "Hey, uh, John? Could you work double time today? Cathy called in sick and we were relying on her to cover for us being short staffed today, so I'm just asking for a few extra hours..." I desperately wanted to say no, but nobody crossed (says no) to the boss. Mr Lynch seemed okay, and I guess he is, but he's stern. And by stern I mean intimidating. And by intimidating, I mean scarier than most Gmod horror maps. I would normally jump at the opportunity, but vanoss and I were going to record gtaV then later play dead realm with the rest of the guys. I would still be able to squeeze in dead realm, but missing the one on one with Vanoss... Hm. "Yeah, ok I guess..." I said unwillingly, trying to throw as much reluctance into those four words as possible. What stunk was he knew I had nowhere better to be than playing video games with my friends, and that's probably why he called me. Cathy's probably not even sick, just having a Netflix day or something. If she's at work today, lest just say I called it.
My thoughts kept landing on how I would tell Vanoss that we couldn't record tonight. He'd understand, but I still didn't want to miss it... There wasn't really a way around it, so on my way to work I sent a little three word excuse for not recording, no, not recording, just playing. I sat and fumed for a bit in the parking lot.
Might as well say now, I'm a part-time fitness instructor. Most people think gamers are skinny little dudes that live off chips, and in some ways I am exactly that. But I'm strong. Not particularly "healthy" just well-educated in being so. That's probably not the best thing to be considering I work teaching people how to stay fit... But, it keeps me in shape. I'm pretty average height, and have a strong build. I have plain brown hair and my face is a little average... Whatever.
~~time skip cause I'm lazy (as every other fanfic says)~~
I heaved the biggest sigh as I drove up the windy road towards my house. It was a secluded wide open modern pit of awesome; gamer-dude-living-on-his-own-with-money heaven. I grabbed the first thing I saw out of the fridge, happened to be soda, and plopped down on the couch next to a half eaten bag of lays, barbecue flavor, and a very inviting looking laptop.
"Hey guys, wassup?" I said into the mic, my camera on and every one accounted for. "Sorry I'm late." "NO BROCK NO NOOOO!!! NOT THERE AHH!" Screamed wildcat. Immediately, I was almost rolling on the floor doing my psycho laugh, which only made everyone else laugh more. "WHAT-ha-WAS THAT-hic-WILCAT?" "BROCK WHAT DID YOU DO?" I shouted into the mic, making Brock start to wheeze. Wildcat was ALWAYS the one to make random rape noises... Oh my god. This is why I hang out with these guys. Que the psycho laugh. "Oh-my-hahahic-God..." Vanoss said into the mic. He'd been unusually quiet the whole session... I hoped he wasn't aggravated over me missing the play...date? Thing? I listened for his laugh, and even that reluctant chuckle was awesome to hear. Ah. Good.
It was past midnight by the time we stopped playing, and I still had a long night of editing ahead of me. Maybe a few hours of sleep in between 4 and seven, but then work. If I got over one fourth of editing done by then... 3 hours johnathon you can do this!
Well, three hours later, and I still hadn't figured out wether to add titles to wildcats "rape" or make the whole video brighter... Obviously, I'm the most productive person ever. Ugh. I fell asleep next to my computer with my head phones still on and music still on an endless loop; I woke up half an hour late and grumpy. Maybe Vanoss and I can set something up again tonight... GtaV and Evan are what I need. That sounds a little bit wrong...
Too... Much... Typing! Jk, jk, don't worry, I'm not quitting just yet... Hope you love! Also: do you like the delirious crotch in the picture? Whoops... Like and stuff... Mwa! (Kiss) mwa! (Other cheek) ~~Shay poo
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FanfictionVanoss has it all, and more. Minus the big hole in his life he fills with sad hope and midnights spent at bars. Delirious is... Somewhat weird, if that even begins to describe him... that craves the feeling he gets with his friends. When they're br...
