Living With The 2p!F.A.C.E

Chapter 5 (2/2)

Note: This is inspired by a cosplay video on YouTube called 'The novel idea' check it out! Its really funny but I changed a lot part of it because I don't remember their lines.

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"So, you drugged us all the way here because of the sleepover instead of doing it in Francois's room?" Allen looked at Oliver with a 'Seriously?' face.

"Yeah, pretty much!"

"Hahhaha, 'doing it in Francois's room'." The redhead girl chuckled and do the quotation mark thingy with her fingers while Matt just muttered an 'Ew.' while Allen laughed along.

"That's my daughter!" Francois held up a thumbs up to her before chugging those alcohol up to his throat.

First person points of views

Matt held his hand up while showing the finger up while I replied him with my own middle finger. Allen just laughed at this while Francois didn't even care.

"Put that down!" Oliver spotted us doing that and scolded us, as we obeyed it and put our hand down but when Oliver isn't looking we put it up.

"Now," Oliver drinks his orange juice that is in big bottle with 'Sawny D' written on it. (This is so gonna get copyright) "We are going to write a novel,

Because its a Novel Idea!"

"Nice."

"Ugh, fine."

"Okay! Lets start up by the beginning of the story!" He pointed out the obvious and began to write something in the so-mysterious-notebook. "Once upon a time, there was a.." And its just a fucking clichè type of story. Nice going, Oliver. "There was a what, guys? Give me ideas!"

"A drunk moose." Allen said while laughing at his own suggestion. He's really on something, holy shit.

"There was a.. Drunk moose." Oliver said and write it in his notebook while terrified about Allen's mental statement. "So, there was a drunk moose. But what is his story- or his problem- we need character development for the.. The drunk moose!"

I snickered along with the other three that didn't include Oliver. Allen suddenly raised up his hand as Oliver pointed at him. "He got social issue!" Ha. Nice one Allen.

"Yeah! I like that!" Oliver nodded while fully agreeing at Allen's idea. He writes it in the notebook and then turned to us again. "A drunk moose with social issues...." Oliver muttered as he wrote those in his notebook.

"Wait, are we writing a book about this guy?" Allen pointed at Matt who is not amuse by the fact that his brother mocked him.

"He have social issues?" I questioned while I tried to contained my laughter.

"Oh shut up, you sadistic fuck." Matt glared at Allen and then me with those piercing eyes.

"Aw, Matt! You're so cute!" I sarcastically said to him in a high pitched tune to annoyed the fuck out of him.

"Now, now children! Settle down!"

"Ugh."

"So, now. What is his story?"

"He's at a bar." Francois suggested, unoriginally. Making me mentally scoffed but remained silent.

"What's a moose doing in a bar?!" Oliver asked, forgetting what Allen had suggested earlier and was to stupid to remember the most obvious thing that just had been said two seconds ago.

"Well, it is a drunk moose." I stated out the obvious while the other three just nodded and let out a 'Yeah'.

"Fa- Ur- Well- You do have a point." Oliver face-palmed and continue the story with writing something in the notebook.

"Now, what was the moose doing in the bar?" Wrong question, Oliver.

"For drinking, obviously." See?

"Well- What has provoked the moose to go in the bar?"

"Strippers!" Allen's idea.

"Drinking." Francois's idea.

".." Matt's.. Uh.. Idea.

"To see gay people, fucking each other!" MY idea.

All of us started laughing without Oliver, who is now thinking about how the fuck he raises all these demon children.

"No! Why did he go there? Did he have an argument with his family before? Or what is his problem before going to the bar?"

"He does have social issues, so... Maybe the society mocked him and he needs a place to cry about it because he is an utterly emotional fuck who cuts himself, I guess?" I specifically blurted out.

"Wait, the moose has a gender?" Matt go out of the topic and asked that.

"I'm just saying its a 'he', because why the fuck not? I want there to be a plot twist where he is actually gay and not heterosexual." I shrugged.

"That's a good plot twist!" Allen cheered.

"Then, lets add a prince!" Oliver then suddenly said.

"Why, prince?"

"Because... Because I said so!" Oliver must really like cliche, I guess.

"Then it is a prince then!" Allen laughed through saying that sentence.

"Lets add some info to the prince."

"He's tall, dark and handsome! Oh, give him those twilight types!"

"No we're not- you read that book? How utterly disgusting!" Oliver sassed him.

"That book is the definition of what a trash can is." I commented.

"Agreed!" Francois yells and take a shot of his drinks after saying that.

"Okay. So he's, tall, dark, bloomy-"

"He's not bloomy, he's handsome." Francois mutters quietly to Oliver who is looking at him with a displeased expression.

"He can be bloomy AND handsome at the same time." Oliver just straight up sassed him. "Now, on to the story.."
"How do they met?"

Both Allen and Francois raised up their hand but Oliver just noticed Francois and pointed at him as a sign to make him spill out his 'idea'. "Drunk karaoke!" Francois told Oliver his idea, proudly.

"Okay then.. Yes, Al?" He pointed at Allen after noticing him, hanging up his hand like Hitler, but instantly put down his hand because of the same idea he had wih the Frenchman. Please, don't shoot me after mentioning, Hitler. "You two had a same idea?" Allen nodded, proudly and high-five the Frenchman, who nicely do not left him hanging there.

"That's my son!" I let out a faint 'aww', because as fucked up as I am, I like shota shit and... Daddy kinks for the gays. Shit, I'm terribly fucked up.

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Skipping all of that shitty writing things, here's a summary of it;

Oliver drugged Matt and Allen who suddenly made them into a cracked egg,

we made a novel about beasteality of an anti-social moose and a depressed prince who got cheated by his own princess over five men,

Francois turning out to not being drunk, he's just have the moods to be like that.

Oliver screaming at how terrible their ideas was when him, himself, has a terrible cliche idea. Me suggesting gay shit that they are now scared to know what is my sexuality.

Matt being the quiet one, which is odd because he is drugged.

Foods everywhere.

And it all ended up in Francois's room, again. What a waste of strength to carry those two brothers who turned out to be in incest-relationship.

Kidding.