A Tale From The Closet (Grant O'Brien Collegehumor fanfiction)

(Part One: Julian) Chapter 1:

I head to the bar Grant worked at. He was legal age now. He did almost any young adult did. Drinking, smoking a tad bit of grass (he quit afterwards), working on minimum wages just to make ends meet and high school. Sure I wasn't allowed there but honestly, I wasn't comfortable with others besides him and his friends. I don't know, they were different in a good way.

I usually walk to the bar from school to check up on him, make sure he isn't trying to kill someone or anything. Grant has other jobs other than this, this was just one of the four he had. Here, he was part bouncer, part bartender. He made sure no fights, no hustling, no minors (I'm an exception but I don't drink.), and no murdering was happening.

As soon as I got in, I sat on one of the bar stools and waited for him to come out of the kitchen. The bar was like some tavern pulled out of Lord Of The Rings. The owner was pretty chill, Sam Reich. He sure had the mind of both a mafia member when it came to borrowing money, and a boss when it came to taking care of this place he's been running for almost half a decade.

Grant comes out of the kitchen, wiping himself off with his towelette. It was sorta busy but not compared to the weekends.

'Hey,' he greeted me, 'I'm on break and Sam's gonna watch the bar a bit. Wanna see Katie? I'm pretty sure she's near around here, maybe with the other guys.'

'Alright,' I nod. There wasn't anything better to do. It was a Friday and that's when Night life really shines. Everyone's gonna be out of work or school, having fun by their definition of fun.

I didn't take long for us to find Katie and the others. Most of Grant's friends are either the girls he dated, or the guys he was close to. He sure was famous but the clown everyone gave a big f—k you to.

We met the guys at the front of a Walmart. They were on the curbside, sitting or standing, talking to each other. I was the youngest of our group of friends next to Ally Beardsley but didn't show up.

'Jeez, Grant' sighed Trapp, 'Can you be any slower than Raph?'

'Say that again or I am gonna bust all of your teeth out, Trapp.' chuckled Raphael Chestang.

Raphael was the stereotypical black dude of our friends but he didn't always exactly were those stereotypes. He liked wearing caps and was starting to grow a beard. He was funny though, he could make you laugh with almost any joke he pulls out. But he gets triggered a lot when someone mispronounce. Most older people call Raph, Raphy or Raphael. One of our friends, Rekha, calls him Aph after a bet they made.

  Michael Trapp was a weird dude. He was this sorta overweight guy, he was somewhat of a hippie or chill guy. He didn't like fights, jumping anyone, sports, but loved to read and tell awesome but strange facts. He had black curly hair, a square face and he was pretty short for 18.

  Katie Marovitch was Grant's best friend, they've known each other since elementary. She was a know it all, could be a wisecrack sometimes with the teachers but it was probably the fact Grant dates her was how they became best friends. I'm not really sure how they did break up, but one interesting thing about her is that she could ground Grant, something I'm not able to do probably the fact because I was younger than Grant by five years. I don't think Grant can take any advice besides Katie's. She was a blonde girl sometimes wore glasses, blue eyes and liked calling us, 'boys' in a weird sexual way.

Zac Oyama was probably the kid who was ridiculed a lot. He was awfully teased for his Japanese descent and the fact his eyes were weird. But he sure can fight, make a good comeback, and play basketball. He was in his sophomore year, the rest were seniors. He had back shaggy hair, pretty tall and skinny, and dark brown eyes.