I threw my controller across the room, yelling at the top of my lungs. "FUCK THIS GAME, I KILLED THAT ASSHOLE!" I had lost over nine hours of progress in game, and it would take many more just to get it back. I grit my teeth and huffed, sitting back in my chair. I put a hand against my forehead, relaxing slightly. Not by much, but I calmed down eventually. After the bullshit that just went down, I decided to get off of my game. I picked the controller up and put it in it's respectful spot, praising God in my head the thing wasn't broken. I didn't have the money to get a new one, the damn thing was seventy dollars! I barely had thirty. Speaking of which..I looked at the clock. 7:48 PM. Was the local pizza place still open? I took my phone out of my pocket, checking. Yes, it was. Sweet! I opened the phone app and called the pizza place. I ended up ordering a large pepperoni pizza and three 2-liter Diet Pepsi's, along with one normal sized Mountain Dew. The lady on the phone told me my total was $21.95, which kind of irritated me. I'd only have...actually, you figure this out. You have a brain.
If Scott has $30.00 and spends $21.95, how much does he have left?
I'd have that much. I still feel pissy about that fucking game, so I felt bad for the pizza guy if he got here and I had an attitude.
I walked over to the closet and opened it up, searching for something until I found it. It didn't take long because what I found was massive. I took it out of the closet, then it's case, and sat down in my chair again. I played each string, and tuned what needed to be tuned. I strummed a little afterwards, not playing any song in particular, just running my hands down the string and playing notes. A few seconds later, I knew what I wanted to play.
"You could read a million pages, learn the words and all the phrases, you could turn a lie into the truth. You could live to be a hundred, remember every number...but if you'll stay with me, that's all I need to know..." I smiled as I sang softly, remembering the song from one of my favorite bands; Thousand Foot Krutch. What I played was one of the acoustic songs, but that didn't matter. It was great anyways.
A hour or so passed and my doorbell finally wrong. I stepped out into the greeting room, opened the door and smiled at the pizza guy. "Hey there, nice evening out here, isn't i-" I was cut short by the realization of who I was talking to. I felt my face get hot, then the rest of my body, from my messy hair to my SpongeBob SquarePants pajama bottoms.
Crystal rolled her eyes, unamused, I guessed. "Give me your money, Scott."
"Is this a robbery or something?"
"No, but if you don't give it to me, it'll be assault and battery. Now just give it here."
I sighed a little, fishing the money out of my pocket and putting it in her hand. "Sorry, Crys. I thought I should have some fun with you, cause I doubt something like this'll ever happen again. Can I get you an apology drink or something?" I took the pizza and the bags, walking back into the greeting room and putting them down on the couch. "No, I got more pizzas to deliver. Thank you though, that was sweet of you."
I felt my blush get even stronger.
"It was nothing, I just wanted to make you feel a bit better 'cause I guessed you were upset or something."Crystal put her hands on her hips. Her wide, delicious, dark hips...I smacked myself put of it.
"We'll talk later, alright? Thanks for caring though, I guess. Bye, Scott." Crys turned back towards the car she drove in to deliver pizzas.
Damn, did she look great in a Pizza Hut uniform.
Well, that was the girl of my dreams for you.
Well, not really for you, she's for me. Hopefully.
I sat down on the couch and turned on YouTube, digging into my pizza and Mountain Dew, binging every funny YouTuber I was subscribed to, and watching some dark/depressing gameplay videos from Markiplier. Those videos were my favorite from him.
Before I knew it, it was 3 AM, I was out of pizza, my Mountain Dew was gone, and so was a bottle of Diet Pepsi.
How was I so skinny?
I don't know, but I was exhausted. And that bed of mine seemed to smile and open its arms to me.
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When The Flowers Bloom
RomanceScott Thompson is a sixteen-year old high schooler, deeply in love with a girl who no longer loves him back. Taken back by the unfortunate events and more, the broken bond tears him apart, piece by piece, until he can find a way to repair it. Is the...