a story of deftonesfan777 and By_lemonade, also known as The Terminator
why the fuck did I write this
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Today was the day.
The Terminator was boarding a plane to America. For the longest time, he had only one thing he wanted in life. Nate, also known as deftonesfan777, had been the love of his life for a while now. The only thing that separated them was distance. Terminator lived in the UK, land of bad teeth and delicious crumpets and tea. Nate lived in America, land of obesity, deep fried fast food, and a suffocating sense of patriotism. But the day had come for Terminator to leave behind the UK and join Nate once and for all.
"One ticket for Milwaukee, please." Terminator said.
"Oi, you goin' to America, cunt? That's well sick." said the ticket guy.
"Yeah. I'm visiting my one true love, Nate." Terminator said. "You should follow him on Wattpad; he's an infinitely better writer than I am."
"Ah, I think you're lyin', cunt." said the ticket guy. "Now are ya gonna get on the plane or are ya gonna stand around like a fookin spastic?" Terminator glared at the ticket guy.
"I'm gonna get on the plane." Terminator said angrily. "So stop takin' the fookin piss and let me through, cunt." Within a few minutes, Terminator was through customs. Once he sat down on the plane, he let out a sigh. He was happy, but nervous. What if meeting Nate won't be so great after all? His train of thought was interrupted by the flight attendant.
"Attention; the plane will be taking off now. Fasten your seatbelts, please." Terminator fastened his seatbelt and prepared for the long flight ahead of him. Within 15 minutes, he closed his eyes and let sleep overcome him. But all was not well. His peaceful sleep will overcome him. The door to the cockpit was kicked open, and three men in suits and ski masks flooded in, heavily armed.
"EVERYONE GET ON THE FUCKIN' GROUND, NOW!" one of them yelled. Everyone obliged and got on the ground with their hands on their heads. Every one of them had an AK-47 and duffel bags full of ammunition.
"We're hijacking this fucking plane!" one of them said. "Keep your mouth shut or else you get a bullet!" Suddenly, one of the hijackers walked up to Terminator.
"I think I recognize you from somewhere..." he said. Terminator was confused and terrified.
"F-from where...?" he said nervously. The man laughed. "Have you ever...listened to Deftones?"
"Deftones suck." Terminator said. "Their singer sounds like a whiny little girl." The man angrily kicked Terminator in the stomach.
"Watch your fucking mouth." he said. "You don't know who I am?" Terminator shook his head. He didn't know who the masked man was, yet he admitted to himself that the voice did seem familiar. The man chuckled to himself, before pulling off his mask. "It's quite obvious." he said at the same time. Once the mask was off and Terminator got a good look at his face, his heart stopped, and he gasped in shock. This couldn't be happening.
"It's your favorite loser, deftonesfan777." he said. Terminator remained silent, his mouth agape. It was Nate (aka deftonesfan777), the man who stole his heart. Nate gave Terminator a warm smile before grabbing his hand and helping him to his feet. They were at eye level, staring into each others eyes. Terminator's rugged, handsome face provided a strong dichotomy to Nate's pudgy, potato shaped face.
"You're even more beautiful in person." Nate said, causing Terminator to blush intensely. Neither made a move; they stood there, simply basking in each other's beauty. Even when one of the passengers and one of the other hijackers began shouting, they didn't take their eyes off each other.
