Saving Elliot One Shot Contest || What about the Constellations
By DoNotFlush
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Thirty minutes passed two. It was another ordinary Sunday, just like all the other weeks. I was playing Xbox, Call of Duty with O'Conner and Finley in the living room in a cross-legged position. There were popcorn, half empty soda cans, empty beer bottles and potato chip packets sprawled all over the floor - basically the whole living room looked like garbage.
I woke up exceptionally early today to study for a Biology test coming up this Wednesday when Finley, Tamara and O'Conner barged into my house and started helping themselves with the drinks and snacks in the refrigerator. I was infuriated at first but since they were already here, so I decided that I might as well join them and take a break.
I was dressed in one of Nick's old sweatshirt, and a pair of denim jeans. My hair was tied in a messy ponytail causing strands of hair to stick out in different angles. I brushed the loose strands of blond hair from my eyes as I adjusted my headset.
I averted my attention back into the screen with the game controller pad in my hands. My thumbs were hitting the colored buttons aggressively as I realized that O'Conner was tossing bombs to my players direction.
"Fuck!" I hissed as my thumbs moved in sync. I quickly moved one of the buttons on the right of the gaming controller pad making my player move further from the location where the bomb was heading. My lips was pursed as I maneuvered my player into one of an abandon house. I frowned upon realizing that my health level was very low. I stepped out of the abandoned building when I realized my player was down as O'Conner ambushed me. He snickered as he chucked grenades everywhere.
"I got you this time!" He exclaimed in victory. He did this weird Irish dance and started speaking Chinese, which he, of course failed miserably at, sounding more like he was speaking Indian. I clenched my fist.
"Cheater!" I bellowed as I wrapped my hands around his neck and started strangling him. He struggled as he tried to break free from my tight grip but no matter how hard he tried, the tighter I gripped onto him. "Get off me you bloody arse!" He shouted.
"Admit that I'm better than you!" I shouted. I wrestled O'Conner for a few minutes. In the midst of adjusting my headsets, I specifically told O'Conner that if he were to try and make a move on my player, I would make sure he wouldn't see the sun for the next ten decades of his life. I tightened my grip around his neck as he squealed like a weakling.
"Say it!" I shouted.
"N-No!" He stuttered, feeling breathless. He tossed me onto the floor and made an escape. He jumped over the couch and did this James Bond roll on the floor. He squatted under the dining table. as he used the wooden chairs as a shield "I'm warning you Jensen! Don't come near me!" He shouted.
"Or what!" I threatened before I made a dash towards him. I jumped onto his back and made sure he wouldn't be able to stand up.
Finley was laughing his head off and Tamara was nodding her head as she stuffed some popcorn into her mouth and made this crunching noise. "You guys should definitely be filmed in an action movie." She said in between her chews.
"The lad doesn't even know how to fight. How do you expect him to be chosen for a role in the action movie. He'd probably be the milkman." He grinned. I laughed. Well it was true. O'Conner didn't know how to fight. He claimed that he only knew a few Karate kicks, which he learnt from the internet and said he was going to be a better fighter than me and he would one day become a black belt. Definitely a milkman.
