Hand Boy

Harry's eyes burned from the glare of his cellphone. It had been five hours now, why hadn't xxhandboy69xx replied to his Tweet? His fans always replied to his tweets. 

He just probably doesn't have his phone with him, Harry thought to himself. 

With the phone inches from Harry's face, it began to be clammy from his constant warm, moist breath.  

Harry sighed and put down his phone. 

I'll just take a nap, the young Brit boy thought to himself. 

* 

Harry awoke thirty minutes later with a beautifully crafted Tweet back from xxhandboy69xx. 

"Couldn't have said it better myself," Harry breathed with a smile. 

* 

"Put yo phone down, Haree!" Shouted Zayn, his voice full and loud like a ghetto master. "Yo keep be checkin' yo Tweeter." 

"I can't just put it down now, Zayn," said Harry. "I'm waiting for something," he said while blushing. 

Zayn shot Harry an understanding look. "Bitches, man," he said wisely. 

"Yeah... bitches," said Harry nervously.  

Harry and Zayn were sitting on a bench at the pier, eating fish and chips (french fries) and looking over the ocean. 

"Aren't birds loud?" Said Harry, attempting to change the subject. 

"Ya," Zayn agreed. "Them birds be tweetin' and chirpin' like 'em fans all of the Tweeter." 

Dammit! Zayn is the master of staying on subject, Harry ranted inside his head. 

"Yes Zayn, just like our fans." 

Harry turned his attention away from the possibly black pop sensation, to refresh his Twitter.  

Still nothing! Does this man live under a rock or something!? 

"Dude, you Tweeter so much you gonna Tweet yo sleep," Zayn laughed at his joke and gobbled up a ball of chips (fries), glued together with mayo. 

"Probably already there," said Harry as he joined his could-be-black friend in laughing. "I already sleep walk. I don't see why I can't Tweet." 

"I'M DONE!" Zayn yelled at the world. He then picked up his fish and chips (fries) wrapper and rollec it into a ball, then threw it over the pier and into the ocean. "FUCK YOU MOTHER NATURE!" He screamed at the waters. "I RECYCLE WHEN I WANTS TO! AIN'T NOBODY GONNA FORCE ME TO DK SHIT!" 

Harry chuckled at his friend's disregared for the enviroment and then threw his wrapper. "YEAH FUCK YOU GREEN WHORE!"  

"Dude, too far," Zayn said seriously.  

The two boys held each other's gaze for a second or two before Harry broke into laughter. 

Zayn was not amused. "Not cool, bro. That 'green whore' is the one who gave yo fish and chips." (fries). 

"Sorry," said Harry, confused.  

"Nah man, I'm just wit' ya," Zayn said as he flipped off the earth.  

"Okay?" Said Harry questioningly.  

"That green whore could have a baby with Hitler's ghost for all I care," his maybe black friend stated.  

"Okay, Zayn. That's nice." 

"Thank yo real much," Zayn grinned, bowing. "What do yo wanna do now, Swaggy?"