My Best Friend, The Serial Killer

In The Beginning...

  Owkai... as you all know my name is hoodie andd just read the bio if u wanna know any more about me. Anyway, here we go.

            In the beginning, there was a huge BANG!!!  not like that matters in this story, i just like that line. a big bang is what i really need in my life... Just sonething EXCXITING, ya know? its like every day: wake up, shower, get drssed, go to school, skip class, go home, no paents, go to sleep, repeat. X9000. 'I WISH SOMETHING WOULD HAPPEN'...  Just then, my phone went off to the fermilliar ringtone of my best friend... "Adventure time, c'mon grab your friends, we're going to verry... distant lands, jake the dog and....". I had picked up the phone and i heard the fermilliar voice of my best friend, Mitchell Archer. Ironic right? the jock and the emo freak being best friends? laughing my butt off over here... Anyway... "heyyy hoodie, im bored. can i come over or whtever?" he said in his wierd girly mocking voice. "yeah. just stop being a freak..." i said harshly. Im usually harsh with my words and sutch. hes used to it. he knows why im like the way i am. 

     "haha okay whatever you say Hoodie. But really. im bored. lets hang."  he said in a normal, deep, raspy voice that i adored. Wait ... What? I diddnt mean that... Hes my best friend. Whatever. "yeah, i guess. its just me though", i said nonchaluntly(spl?). 

  About an hour later, he was at my house, in his tan shorts and multi coloured Vans t-shirt and his light brown hair was a bit toussled, but it looks good on him. He always looked good. He just gas this thing about him... something that makes me wanna be near him all the time. It's wierd but I can't help it. I'm rambling again. Fuck.

"Yo Hoodie, what's up my main homie," he addressed me in the most rediculous ways possible. "I thought I told you to stop being a freak," I said a bit too mean. "Yeah sorry. You love it though," he chuckles and his laugh.... it's so amazing. It's like music to my ears. sounds corny, but it's true. His nose scrunches up in the cutest way when he does. But he was right. I do love his freakishness. "Yeah, yeah whatever.get inside or stay out here," I move out of the doorway and I hear footsteps following closely. "Hoodie you wanna play a videogame or something?," he said playfully, well knowing tgat I would destroy his white boy ass.

  The next three hours consisted of popcorn, cheetos, four boxes of cheese pizza, and a lot of Dr. pepper. Also me winning every match of Left For Dead 2. That was our game to play whenever he was over. After the major ass-whooping, we decided it was time for movies. I had a home theatere in the basement and some some great horror flicks. He wanted to watch zombie land, and I was okay with it. That is one of my favourite zombie movies.

  I decided it would be best if he just stayed here for the night, considering it was winter break and it was currently passed two in the morning. He couldnt nessicarily go home, his mom would be furious. He already had a bunch of clothes over here for when this foes happen. and suprisingly it's quite often.

  I lead him to my room where he completely crashed after changing into a wifebeater. he passed out on my bed. MY side of the bed to be exact. so instead of shoving him off and going to sleep without a care in the world, I decided to be a nice person and sleep on the other side. Trying to be nice was only one of the reasons. Another would be that he's 200 lbs of pure muscle. and I'm 100 pounds of cheetos and pizza. therefore, I could not lift and or roll the motherfucker.

  Soon enough I fell asleep. a dreamless sleep I might add. I fealt a shift from Michael and slightly after, I feel a weight on my waist. Holy Fuck. Me and my best friend are spooning. What The Actual Mother Of Fuck.