Cliche

Chapter Four

***RAY'S POV***

The next day was when the real fun began.

First up, in the main room, was a Horse tournament. I know these things are common, but they're just so much fucking fun. We were set up in brackets and stuff, with fans mixed in accordingly.

Marcus ended up winning to an 8 year old boy in the finals. It was pretty intense.

Then, around noon we had a Minecraft Let's Play. We'd set up Marcus and Logan s accounts beforehand. Marcus's character was Conker like from Conker's Bad Fur Day, and Logan s was one of the Assassin's Creed guys mixed with a cat. Geoff had chosen them, and I had no idea why, but whatever. It works.

Today though, we were doing another scavenger hunt thing.

As always, Geoff wanted me to do my signature let's play thing. So once they turned on the mics, I said, "Llllllllllllllllllllllet's play! Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you..... Minecraft Live!"

The crowd cheered. They loved this shit.

We introduced Marcus and Logan, and then we talked about what we were going to do.

As we talked during the game, the topic of Logan came up.

Gavin, out of the blue said, "Y'no how you guys always tease ME for saying stuff weirdly? Well, Logan say pillow, or bagel."

She raised an eyebrow and looked at him. "Why?" She asked.

"Just do it!" He screamed.

"Bagel." She said, except instead of saying it like BAY-gull, she said it BEG-ull.

The whole team of guys began to giggle.

"What?" She asked. "How're you supposed to say it?"

Michael was laughing the hardest. "Oh fuck, that's almost better than you, Gavin." He paused to breathe, "Logan, say pillow then."

"Pillow." This time she said it more like PELL-o. Again, they all burst out laughing.

"Man, where the hell are you from, to say it like that??" Geoff asked.

For a second she almost panicked, but the next moment she had regained her composure. "Uh, Canada, but I don't think that actually has anything to do with it."

"No way, so you're less legal than me?" I asked. There was always time for an immigration joke.

"Nah, man I was born here in the U.S., I was just adopted by Canadians when I was like 2 and a half." She laughed, but as the rest of us laughed with her, Michael just stared and pretended to laugh.

"We'll be sure to tell them that when they come to deport you." We all laughed again, and as 4 of us were blown up by a single creeper, the conversation moved on.

I led a panel later on in the day, about this guy's new game that was generic enough to make it forgettable, but not generic enough to make it funny. It wasn't going to be a hit, but it wasn't bad to say the least.

The day seemed to go on and on forever, and I spent more time actually doing stuff rather than just goofing off, but it was still great.

It made me sad to think RTX was over after tomorrow. RTX was always the greatest time of year, it was when all of our hard work payed off finally.

I packed up, left, and drove home. I walked into my kitchen, and just stood there for a moment. I ran my fingers through my hair and sighed "Man, now I have to like, eat..." I mumbled to myself.

I dug through my fridge trying to find something edible. Eventually I found some leftovers in the back, and I slipped it into the microwave. While waiting for my food to cook I moved over to the cabinet to get a glass. I opened the cabinet door, and saw a small slip of paper sitting there in it.