Oblivious~SlazoxReader

You Got Rekt By Kids

Michael smiled as we sat around his laptop trying to think of a username. "How about Slazo567? A classic." He typed it in to see it was already taken. "9-year-old shits." We both sighed and tried to think of anything that's would work. "How about SlazoIsDado?" He turned in his chair and furrowed his eyebrows. "You know what? Why not?" He typed it in and was happy to see it was not taken. "Alright, let's play the Robloxs."

I laughed, "You sound so old." He smirked and started looking through the games. "So, how was your fun night with Alyssa?" "What are you talking about?" I asked confusedly. "Wasnt she all drunk last night?" I remembered my excuse and realized that I'd fucked up.
"Oh yeah, sorry I just ended up passing out so I kind of forgot." I let out a little chuckle. "Oh, alright then." He suddenly stopped his scrolling and ended up on a stupid little call of duty like game.

He got into the game and started quick scoping all those 12 year old fucks. I laughed as I watched him yell at the screen and smash buttons. I walked away from the laptop and slapped myself down on the bed. I had almost forgot about the texts until I heard his phone buzz. I turned my head to face Michael to see if he had heard. His focus was still on his screen and now mine was on his phone.

I slowly reached over to his phone and checked the notification. Sadly, it was just a reminder to take Ryan to soccer practice in 10 minutes. "Hey Michael, you have to take Ryan to soccer practice in 10 minutes." He nodded and continued to play. I rolled my eyes and started playing with my phone. I went to my messages and decided to hit Kerry up to make plans for us to go shopping. "Hey Kerry, when are we gonna go shopping for you?"

I was just about to close out of the conversation when he texted back. "I'd love to but I'm super broke." "Oof, obviously, there has to be a reason he lives like a gremlin." "Ah, makes sense. I'll pay for it, no worries." I knew Alyssa had a few extra hundreds just laying around the house. "Seriously? You don't have to." "No, it's okay. It really wouldn't chip into my savings at all." The typing icon flashed up and down as if he was in thought. "Alright, meet me at my place tomorrow at 1:00 pm. Okay?"

"Alrighto, see you then." I put my phone down on the bed and saw Michaels computer off and him looking at his keyboard with his head in his hands. "You lose the match?" He sighed, "Yeah." I laughed, "You got beat by a bunch of dumb-dick kids." He spun around in his chair to face me. "Whatever, do they got bitches?" I smirked. "Do you?" He switched his gaze to the floor. "Well, maybe not."
I stood up from the bed.

"Uhu, I'm sure you fuck many of the bitches." He stood up. "Want to take Ryan to soccer with me?" I opened the door and gestured for him to leave. "Let's go already." He shook his head and walked out the door. "Hey, don't forget your phone!" I said, catching up to him. "I don't need it, let's just go." We walked over to Ryans room and opened his creaky door.

A/N
Hey lemon boy lovers! Oh mY GoD iM So SoRrY! It's been so long and I have no excuses. P.s For real I just succ. P.s.s art on top was done by p_typ3 on Instagram.