Down In History- K. Smith

It's Gamer Time

A soft breeze ruffled through your hair, laughter filling your ears as you felt your hand being grabbed. You looked up him, yet he seemed fuzzy, so far away. His laughter was muffled, his smile fading continuously. You tripped and started tumbling down a hill, hearing yourself hit the ground as every thump grew louder and louder as your body drifted into unconsciousness.

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You forced upon your eyelids that had seemed to glue together overnight. Letting out a yawn, you felt your senses adjust, and became aware of the consistent knocking coming from the dormroom door. You shoved on your glasses and glanced at the empty, already done bed. Becky must've already left for her job, you thought as you groggily got up from your bed and made your way towards the door.

When you opened it, your face was almost met with a fist. The boy caught himself before he almost knocked you out, a slight pout on his freckled face.

"I've been knocking for ages, (Y/N)! You weren't even answering your phone!" Jay cried, embarrassment plain as day on his face. "Do you know how many times a girl passed by and gave me a weird look? Do you?"

"'M sorry. Must've slept through my non-existent alarm on this early Saturday morning," you replied sarcastically, stepping aside to let the ginger boy into your room. The boy sighed as you shut the door, shoulders slumping slightly.

"It's eleven am, not that early. Plus, we agreed on doing this since last week!" An exasperated Jay said. Your eyebrows furrowed, brain rattling to figure out what he was referring to.

"(Y/N). The game." Oh. Right. Jay wanted the both of you to play that new two-person shooter game that had just come out. Your thoughts must've been verbal, as Jay let out another exaggerated groan.

"Seriously? That's all you're gonna say?" He questioned.

"Man, cut me some slack. I got home at two am last night and couldn't sleep 'cuz my oh so kind neighbour decided to have a sleepover with her boyfriend." You said, moving towards the kitchen are to make some coffee. You heard Jay stifle a chuckle at your little comment, his sense of humour taking over his frustration for a moment, before he made a face of confusion.

"Wait, why the hell were you up that late?" He asked, before he slowly raised a hand to cover his mouth, eyebrows raising in surprise. "OH! There's that new dude at the diner! OHHHH-"

"NO! God, ew Jay." You cut him off. "Last customer came super late, and left after closing time, too." You explained as you poured some ready-made coffee into your mug, leaving out specific details. Jay's hand fell to his side, a teasing grin on his face, eyebrows still raised in suspicion. "Jay. No. Bad." He chuckled, leaning on the counter as you sipped your coffee.

"Sorry, can't help it." He tilted his head slightly, "never thought Dareth would go that late to the diner though."

"Dareth?" You asked, an eyebrow raised.

"Ya, Dareth." Your face still read confusion. He sighed. "That one dude that keeps his hair Grease style and 's always wearing that weird-ass belt?" Oh. Ohhhhhh.

"Oh! You mean Elvis!" You burst out, gaining an amused reaction from Jay.

"Elvis? Seriously? That's the best you can come up with?" He laughed.

"Yup". He shook his head, giggling like a child.

"I was thinking he looks more like a knock off Starfarer." That earned him a scoff from your end, along with a headshake.