-Larry's POV
I vigorously tap my pen on the banged up wooden desk as I stare down the clock. Today has gone on long enough, and I can't wait to get home and just sleep until tomorrow.
The bell rings and I dart out of the room, ignoring all the looks I get as I struggle to move through the giant mass of bodies that are quickly filling halls.
Once I reach the parking lot I scan the area for my blue Jeep. I can feel my phone's violent vibrations in my back pocket as I reach my car. Deciding to ignore it I hop in the car and start driving.Whoever it is can probably wait the five minutes until I get home.
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The engine purrs slightly as I turn the key and pull it out. I grab my bag and walk up to my house. Checking my phone, I realize that the call I ignored was from Graser. I call back as I go inside. He picks up on the second ring.
"Please tell me you don't have homework!" I hear him say from the other line.
"No, it's the first day, jesus! What's wrong?" I asked, instantly worried by his tone.
"HBomb bailed and we need an extra player in Battle Dome. Please be on my team!" He pleads and I can't help but smile.
"People still play Battle Dome?" I half joke as I head up the stairs to my room.
"Just say yes, Larry. Hurry up!" he replies with a slight annoyance to his tone.
I walk into my room and sit on my computer chair right away, I turn on the monitor and log into minecraft.
"Okay, okay. Gosh, someone's bossy. I'm on; what's the IP?" I ask.
"Same as always. Why are you even asking? Get on Skype quick!" he yells into his phone.
I put on headphones and blast Lovely by Twenty One Pilots as I accept the Skype call request and hang up on my phone.
"It says 'Larry Lane joined the skype call'. Who's Larry?" I hear a deep voice say before I can even get a word out.
"I'm Larry. Who are you? Where's Graser?" I reply instantly on the defensive side.
The call goes silent for a few seconds before another voice finally says,
"Dude, I think Larry's a girl".
I turn on my webcam and scream into my microphone.
"Yes, Larry is a girl! Again: Who are you?"
I look at my monitor and see two boys on the screen, both in equal stages of confusion.
One has dirty blonde hair that reaches his shoulders, he also has a nose ring, and a stunned look on his face that mirrors the look on the other guy's face.
I can't help but snatch a longer look at him. He has brown hair that's short and curly. It's also in a bit of a mess- probably due to hours of raging at his monitor. His face is soft, but defined in all the right places. And even though he isn't smiling, I can faintly see the small indentations on his cheeks for where his dimples would be if he was; and suddenly all I want is to be the one to make him smile.
"Okay, I'm back! Let's get started!" I hear Graser say from the other end of the call. I flash back to reality now that Graser is here, but find myself constantly distracted by that boy and I don't even know his name.
-Brayden's POV
Her name was Larry and her hair barely reached her tan, slender shoulders. It waved and curled in every direction, perfectly framing her neck and small round face. Her lips were full and pink, but her eyes stole the show. It was like they were shining brilliantly. As if everything she set her sights on would ignite in flames and violent sparks. I found myself lost in them, only finding my way when her sweet voice spilled out of her lips.
"Who's doing the intro?" she says and I somehow find a way to shift my thoughts back to minecraft.
"I'll do it." Graser says and we begin the game.
"Hello there everyone and welcome back to another episode of Battle Dome! I'm here with Mr. President- TheCampingRusher and the one and only LarryLane!" Graser states.
"Hey! I'm here too, Graser!", Ryan screams and I hear Larry laugh. It instantly causes me to smile.
-Larry's POV
I laugh a little at ChildDolphin's protests and hear Graser say in a deflated tone, "Oh yeah, and Dolphin's here too. Who wants to explain the rules of the game? Larry?"
I sit up and speak clearly into the microphone.
"Battle Dome is a PVP Gamemode, where two teams take different sides and gather supplies during a short grace period, but after the grace period is over the teams fight to the death."
"And with that let's begin. The teams are Rusher, Dolphin, Larry and I versus Mr.Mitch, Kermit, Stacy, and Dul." Graser says and types "3, 2, 1" into the chat. Once the game starts I get in my winning mindset and manage to get him off my mind.
The game ends after 30-ish minutes of bad wood jokes, and even worse bow shots by yours truly. We manage to win, even though the other team blew up our base and killed half our team. Even though technically Dolphin tried to swim in lava. In the final minutes Rusher and I sneak up on Stacy and Dul. Which leaves Mitch alone- Graser managed to kill Kermit before he died.
Rusher spams Mitch with his bow, while I flank from the right and get the final hit.
Once the game is done most of us go into a Skype call and hangout for a bit.
"Alright, Graser. You wanna introduce me to your friends? Or should I just sit here clueless?" I say and Graser starts throwing around names, channels, and just about every social media link in existence.
I find out that Rusher, Dolphin and Mitch live practically across town from me. I also learn that Rusher's name is Brayden, Dolphin's name is Ryan, and Mitch's name is...well Mitch.
Brayden? I like it.

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