(This is my favorite thing that I've ever written. You'll see why.)
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About forty-five minutes and one terrible sculpture later, if you'd even call it that, the rest of the guys get here.
"What's up, losers?" Ray teases.
"Uh, where do we put our shit?" Geoff asks, holding his bag.
"Just follow me." Michael takes the group to the living room. Everyone drops their stuff and follows Michael to the kitchen.
"You guys want a 'tour' of the place?" He starts walking up the stairs
"What about your parents?" Jack asks.
"My parents wont be home for another few days. They go on a shit ton of business trips and whatnot. I swear they just go on mini vacations without me and say it's for work. But, whatever, fuck them. Let's go!" Michael races up the stairs, everyone else trailing him. I stay in the kitchen attempting to fix the mess we're gonna pass in. I hear a loud bang, then Michael and Ray laughing, followed by the two of them bolting down the stairs.
"What...?" I'm a little scared to ask what just happened.
"So Michael was showing," Ray laughs," us his room and fuckin' Geoff trips, yells 'Aw dicks' falls and smacks into the wall. We started laughing, then he tried to chase us but tripped over his shoe lace." The two burst out laughing again.
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(Michael's P.O.V.)
"Ray! You fuckin' ran me over!" Ryan yells as Ray speeds away in his tank, that was stolen from Gavin.
"You are so dead." Ryan respawns, finds the tank and litters it with sticky bombs. Then comes the explosion.
"Damnit, Ryan you killed me too!" Jack shouts as Ryan laughs in the background.
"Everyone quiet the fuck down! It's goddamn three AM and I have neighbors." I try not to yell at them.
"Michael's right, we should put on a movie or something. I'm tired." Gav says, mid yawn.
"I guess that means I gotta go get blankets and shit, right? Any of you assholes wanna help?" Gavin gets up to help, and Ray comes out with,
"*Cough* Fuck buddies *cough*" Shit. Does he know I like Gav? Gav turns his head and runs up the stairs, so I follow.
"Okay Michael, where are the blankets and shite?" Gav starts to look around my room.
"In the closet, shithead." I open the door and we both grab as much as we can carry.
"Wait. Before we go down stairs, I need to ask you something." Shit, what's he gonna say?
"Do you have a laundry basket?" I give him a puzzled look, but grab one from the guest room.
"Like this size?" He nods, then takes it from me. Gav puts two blankets and a pillow on the bottom, then drags it to the top of the stairs and sits in it.
"Well? Are you gonna get in?" I look at him for a minute, and he just smiles back.
"Ray! Record the staircase for me!" He shouts down the stairs.
"Uh, I guess. I'm recording." He says.
"Gavin, If we fucking die, I swear- GAVIN!" Gav pushes us down the stairs. At first it's not so bad, then we tip. Gavin throws the rest of the blankets to cushion our fall as we tumble down the stairs. When we reach the bottom the guys are in hysterics, then Gavin lands on top of me. We look at each other, then start laughing with everyone else. Gav stands up and tries to help me up, but I end up pulling him down, now he's still just laying on my chest laughing. I swear I can see him blushing.
After we all stop laughing, and Gavin and I are finally standing, Ray says,
"Wanna watch the video?" We all huddle around his phone and watch. As we 'slide' down the stairs Gavin lets out a high pitched squeal/scream as I yell his name. The fall is the best part. We tip, then all you can see is blankets flying through the air for a few seconds. I land on my back with a solid thud, and Gavin hits his knee on a stair and lands on me.
"Okay, now everyone grab a blanket and pillow." I say and take everyone back to the living room.
"There are four couches and six people. I'll take the floor because I'm the host, and not an asshole." The guys race to grab a couch, but Gavin's too slow.
"Team Nice Dynamite, chillin' on the floor." Gav says, and holds out his fist. I tap it and do the fake explosion. Gavin and I put a few layers of blankets on the floor and set it up so it's comfortable.
"So, what should should we watch?" I ask, flipping to Netflix.
"What about, 'Forward On To Dawn?'" Geoff suggests. Everyone else nods, so I search for it and we start watching. It's a 'Halo' Movie by Machinima, it's supposedly really good.
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FanfictionMichael Jones is a popular jock and he's sick of being labeled as a jerk. Gavin Free is an outcast, and has only a few friends. What happens when Michael and Gavin become the best of friends... Or more?
