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*TIME JUMP BY LIKE- 2 DAYS*
brian and roger are at brian's apartment after school on Wednesday and are playing Minecraft like the legends they are
"Hey r- rog where- where are you?" I say as I look around Roger's new Minecraft world. he named it 'bri and rog' his Minecraft skin is one that he made of himself. mine is an astronaut. I keep flying around his Minecraft world until I finally find him standing by a river. "right... where should we start building?" he asks. I fly around and look for some flat grassy areas. Roger follows. "muh- make s-s-sure you res-reset the spawnpuh- sp- spa- AHH! THE SPAWN POINT! there we go." I absolutely hate my stutter, and I want it gone right now. "right. thanks for reminding me brimi... yeah... if we didn't reset the spawn point, we would have to search and search for our house if we ever respawn." he resets the spawn point to 134,62,1889. "hey r- rog... want to put on some muh- music?" I ask. "sure." he says. I have my iPod shuffle (A/N yes even I still have one.) that ive been collecting songs on for the past 10 or 12 years. I plug it into my speaker and turn it on shuffle mode. Space Oddity by David Bowie comes on.
"Ground Control to Major Tom"
"Ground Control to Major Tom"
"Take your protein pills and put your helmet on"
I sit back down and let the music play. Roger has already started building. he's building his house out of gold blocks. Childish... but ok... I build mine with oak wood, oak logs, cobblestone and teal clay. kind of like a cottage... (A/N this is inspo for a Minecraft house btw) I finish building, and I look at Roger's house. he's got only gold... and he's put floors and floors. he's built all the way up to the building limit with just gold. each floor has only one room. "brian your house is so much better than mine..." he says, looking at it. I think about what I should say about his. "I think- I think yours may- may just be tuh- taller than me- rog," I say, laughing and giggling a bit. he laughs and nudges me. I hear my cat Tobi walk in, her paws making little patting noises on the laminate floors. pat pat pat pat. I put my phone aside, and pick her up. I hold her in my arms, and sit back down beside Roger. Roger puts his phone aside to come and see her. "th- this is tuh- Tobi." I say, leaning over to roger so he can see her better. roger lets her smell his hand as if she were a dog. she sniffs it, and roger pets her. "ooh... so soft..." roger mutters under his breath. this makes me smile. Tobi starts purring. loudly. I start scratching behind her ears because I know she loves it. sometimes i'd be sitting down at my desk in my room, or at the table in the kitchen, and she would come up, and rub her soft little face on my toes. she has a thing for people's toes. (A/N yes my cat actually loved peoples toes... remember brian's cat is based on my childhood cat, who died April 2018.) Revolution by The Beatles comes on my speaker (it's on full volume, and has been playing quiet songs for the past 20 mins) and Tobi jumped right out of my arms, nearly clawing Roger's eye. I get up and turn down the music so that its just background noise. I check the time and its 7:00 pm. I ordered McDonald's on Uber Eats for roger and me, so we had that for dinner. "hey bri... whats the time?" he asks. "hmm... I ju- just checked it... it- it's 7:00." Roger's parents haven't texted him or anything yet, so I guess that means he can stay the night again. "sh- should I g- go get some sn- snacks?" I ask. "sure. what do you have?" he asks. "I h- have those ch- chips that y- you can put on y- your fingers," I say. "I al- also have P- Pepsi... and-" before I can finish speaking, Roger interrupts me. "the finger chips'll do." I go out to the pantry and get a bag of the finger chips. (A/N I forgot what they're called, hELp!) I bring the bag into my room and sit on my bed next to Roger with it. We continue playing Minecraft, eating 'finger chips' and listening to music while my cat would occasionally walk in and out of my room, making little pats on the floor with every step she took. Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds by The Beatles comes on my iPod, and I can't help but sway back and forth.
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𝕋𝕠𝕠 𝕄𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕎𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕂𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕐𝕠𝕦 ~ 𝕄𝕒𝕪𝕝𝕠𝕣
FanfictionCONTENT WARNING - Self-harm - S**cide - Emetophobia - Violence - Queer-targeted bullying Brian and Roger are both new students at a high school in 2019. they have a hard time fitting in, and are often mocked and beaten up for being gay. also, there'...
