You were sat in the basement with him, he plays video games on the new game boy colour he got at GameStop, smirking at the screen, probably thinking he was gonna be proclaimed “Tetris world champion” after playing it around 8 times.. what a moron. You hung out with him anyway.. out of both pity for him and because he was the only guy in your small town who liked the same stuff as you. You didn’t really like him though. You just stuck with him. His mother shouted down the stairs to him, her voice booming

”WILLIAM DICKEY. THIS IS THE FIFTH DAMN TIME IVE CALLED YOU TODAY, THERE ARE DORITO CRUMBS AND SODA SPILLS ALL OVER MY NEW KITCHEN TILES AND IF YOU DONT COME OVER HERE AND CLEAN EM’ UP ILL DO SOMETHING I REGRET!!!!!!”

He showed no respect to his mother, anger apparent on his face, keeping his eyes on the small screen of the ancient device

”YEAH YEAH!!!! FIIIIIINE! IM COMING MA!” “Bitch…” he grumbled.

He shouted, not moving an inch off the chair he was perched on.. It was a rather gross sight.. the stench of body odour and another rotten miasma you’d rather not describe taking up the vicinity around him,.The young man sat there, pimples scattered across his face, he was revolting, tapping away on the buttons of the game boy, hunched over it like Golemn, grease coating the teens face, the only time his thumbs took a break from vigorously tapping was when he was wiping his running nose or shoving a nacho chip down his throat.. Dorito crumbs on his shirt, you just sat on the couch watching him.. He would get pissed if you asked to play with his new game boy.. it wasn’t really fun but whatever got you out of the house..