May turn it into it's own book, depending how much attention it gets.
caution; lots of swearing, lots of mentions of rape, lots of racist/sexist jokes, trigger warnings, suicide mentioned a lot, sex and pretty much any and everything else you can think of these guys are really just ridiculous okay.
NOTE: Do not comment telling me that I should not joke about rape and shit this way. It is a damn story. I am completely against rape. I have nothing against gay people. I am a big supporter of equal rights for all. I do not support suicide. I have lost many people to it. I do not hate Muslims. My fucking best friend is a Muslim. But it is a damn story. No one is forcing you to read it. If you do not like it, you can leave.
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Ryan Clayes and Shane Foster had nothing in common three years ago, other then the fact that they both played video games.
Ryan wanted to be an accountant.
Shane was a hardcore druggie.
Ryan managed to pass all his classes, and did his work.
Shane dropped out after secondary school.
Ryan was a quiet kid, nice most of the time.
Shane liked to yell random insults and didn't give a shit what people thought.
So when Ryan got his Xbox and started playing his video games with parties, it would have been odd to think these two hit it off well. But they did.
And now, three years later, here they are. Playing games daily and planning on meeting up soon. High school years going by for Ryan, and Shane (sort of) attempting to grow up in the world. Ryan is no longer a quiet kid, and Shane has become even more.. ridiculous.
"Aye, faggots." The nineteen-year-old logged into the party with his best friend and a couple of his other friends, excited about the news he was going to give them. "Guess what?"
"You finally got laid?"
"Holy shit, the STD results came back negative?"
"Guys, no, shut up," Ryan was snickering even as he said that. "Clearly, he's pregnant. Congrats, who's the lucky guy?"
"Fuck off, Ryan." Shane rolled his eyes, though he was amused as well. But he had to get his best friend back. So.. "...And baby boy, you know you're the only one for me."
Everyone was snickering. As many times as Shane had made stupid passes like that on Ryan, it never stopped being funny.
"I'm straighter than the pole you dance on, bitch!" Came the reply from his best friend.
He laughed. Because honestly, what else could you do? "But no, guys, seriously. Listen." He paused, and it was oddly quiet from all ends of the party. So he went on. "I'm moving to Texas."
There was less than a second of silence before all of them were talking at once, making it impossible to understand all of it.
"Holy shit-"
"-no-"
"-life is ruined-"
"-fuck!"
Shane didn't even have to be able to understand to know they were all ragging on him, but he didn't care. They were all close, and he knew they were all somewhat excited. All three of them lived in Texas, whereas he himself was living in Ohio.
"Wait." Ryan's voice rang out over the other two's. Then his laugh. Loud. "That means you won't be able to do weed anymore! It's illegal here, dude."
"Man I don't give a shit. I can always get it from someone or the other."
Ryan smirked at the opportunity. "...Like your ex."
Shane groaned. He hated thinking about her. He hated her, period. The fact that Ryan was right pissed him off even more. "Go suck a dick, fag."
Ryan snickered loudly. "I'm not the one who's sucked dick before."
"You guys are a couple, we get it. Y'all don't have to argue to prove it." One of the other boys, Alex, said, in a bored voice. "Can we get back to the game now?"
"Getting to it." Shane picked up his controller, hitting play. "Only got a few hours, gotta go pack. We're gonna be there by tomorrow."
"Only one more day of peace, then. Damn. Better hide my valuables."
And so they went on, mouthing off and laughing about random shit, as brothers do. None of them realising how different things were gonna be with Shane now in the same vicinity as them.
What a ride they were in for.
