~Everything about you is so terrible~
Y/N is simply... average. She doesn't mind it, really. I mean, who's she trying to impress? Sure, her life isn't anything perfect, but whatever. It is what it is. She had no interest in becoming popular, but my...
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I tug tightly on the shoelaces I've tied into a bow on my bowling shoes before lifting my gaze to the seat across from me, where Logan sits. I find that he's almost finished with his own shoes.
"You know, I haven't gone bowling in years. I hope you plan on going easy on me," he jokes with a light smile on his lips before standing. The black-haired teen then goes over to the panel for our lane to input our names. He takes a moment to think of something good and grins while typing in the nicknames he had decided on. I bite the inside of my cheek to prevent a small laugh when the screen displays the names Dr Doof and Perry.
'He's a man of culture, I see.' Logan spins around with a silly smile on his face that gets me to laugh, which I imagine was his goal. As I shake my head, I pick up a slice of pepperoni pizza from the box on the table between our chairs. We had ordered it before getting the game, so it's fresh and very hot. To go with our greasy slice of heaven, we bought two bottles of Pepsi. I had wanted Mountain Dew, but, sadly, SQUIP was against it, and god forbid I drink a goddamn soda. I didn't complain, though, since I'm sure he has his reasons.
"You're complaining right now," he comments from the chair beside mine.
'Oh, hush, no one asked you.' I was tempted to stick my tongue out at the supercomputer, but knew it'd only result in me getting electrocuted. Logan grabs his neon green ball before rolling it as hard as he could towards the pins. Too bad for him; he only managed to hit one pin off the end, but I kind of felt like he missed on purpose. He didn't even bother to aim.
"He wants to let you win, but don't worry. He'll get more competitive when he realizes how good you actually are," SQUIP assures, causing me to smile evilly to myself. Logan has no idea. I'm sure to wipe the grin off my face when the teen takes his second turn so that he wouldn't see it. This time he takes down three more pins. The boy turns to me after getting his score with his hands in the pockets of his dark grey jacket.
"Well, show me what you've got Perry the Platypus," he taunts in his best Dr. Doofenshmirtz impression while taking a seat. I hold in my laughter, and, instead, send him a smirk while wiping the pizza grease off my fingers with a napkin.
'I'm about to end this whole man's career.' I stand up from my seat and grab my orange ball before aiming where I want to throw. I then run towards the line and throw it towards the pins. The sphere spins rapidly towards the center and knocks all the pins down in one go.
"Ha!" I shout victoriously before turning to Logan, who looks taken back. SQUIP, on the other hand, appears almost proud. "Beat that, Doofinsmirtz!" I attempt to mimic Perry the Platypus' signature chatter only to fail miserably and laugh. Logan can't seem to contain his laughter either, and even SQUIP can't resist a light smile from forming on his pale blue lips.
