Chapter one: The cold end
(Just the beginning of a roughly typed story I thought of. You're the readers; you know what to do~)
December 17th, 2012
It was pretty cold for a winter as always in the city of Wilmington. I would walk outside with a thin sweater while everyone else wore thick coats, scarves, and other things of that nature. North Carolina sadly did not have much snowfall even during the coldest of winters. I personally loved the snow. A smooth, glowing coat of the substance sometimes portrayed as cocaine in those funny animal memes, had always filled me with joy. On days like this there was no school, no work, and the nearby forest had been given a completely new and attractive look that made me want to explore it. Christmas was also right around the corner so my excitement had officially been doubled. I woke up this morning feeling great. As I sat up, I let a yawn pass my lips as I wore only boxers and a tank-top. I stretched, both arms in the air, then motioned to slide out of the bed. I hit the floor with my feet and stood only to hear a few pops escape from my spine. I made my way to the bathroom to take a quick shower. It was a pretty normal bathroom. Complete with a shower/bathtub along with a sink, mirror, and toilet. While brushing my hair and teeth I saw a man.
I'm 22 and moderately tall I suppose. I'm 5”7 with light brown skin, brown eyes that would get me some compliments from time to time, and flat, medium cut, black hair. After taking care of everything hygiene wise, I proceeded to wash my face and get dressed in gray pants and a black turtle neck sweater. I grabbed my glasses and walked downstairs to the kitchen. I walked downstairs, bumping into the railing after my right leg left the last step.
My townhouse wasn't all bad. I had a pretty nice TV along with an Xbox 360, PC, and a pretty comfy couch to spend my valuable time on. Although, it wasn't that large when compared to others. But what really makes this room awesome is the Cave Johnson portrait that hangs over my other photos. Some might say that it may not be much but it is impossible for the word “bad-ass” or any variation of the word to go unsaid by any guest that walks in through my front door.
And the fact that my room has ponies and mini Aperture sentries inside for security purposes makes my room 20% cooler and whole lot safer than most. Without someone to tell me “no” I've spent most of my money on things related to internet memes and video games. It may be bad money management but at least my house isn't as bland as any normal home. Although, it' amazing how much a job at Game stop and a friend of mine's small computer repair shop will get you. When I got to the kitchen I made some eggs and pancakes for my breakfast. As I ate a single tear slid down my face due to the lack of bacon caused by last night's spectacular events which was just me and a few acquaintances playing games all night until 3 a.m.. I drowned my pancakes, which I added cinnamon to the batter, in butter flavored syrup. After breakfast I decided to leave the house.
I was invited to a party at my friend Brandon's this afternoon.I had been told that it starts around 9 but my love for the winter weather would not allow me to stay inside all day even though my couch full of marshmallows was inside along with my Xbox controller and my Princess Luna plush resting on it. As I walked out the door I was greeted by a gust of wind. The snow on the yard was untouched, a fresh blanket replaced the grass. I lived on the edge of the neighborhood so the forest was on the right side of my house. I would occasionally have deer walk across the yard or rabbits in the bushes because I was so close. There was a path leading to the innards of the now white labyrinth of a forest. As I followed the trail it turned, twisted, descended, and ascended. I soon found myself standing in front of an old building. This interested me because I've never seen it before even though I've been here like a million times. Putting “Explore the Abandoned Building” on my quest list, I made a mental note of how to get back to this spot and went back the way I came. It was 1 in the afternoon and I was actually sweating despite the fact that it was under 20 degrees and I was only wearing a sweater. It wasn't even that thick and the sun was also covered by clouds. I went inside allowing more wind inside my house along with snow and decided to play something and screw around until the party.
3 Hours later
“THE HACKS”, I yelled with my best Dr.Hax impression into my mic while playing TF2. Some spy just backstabed me for the third time and I couldn't get through to him. To be honest with you, it's been a while since I've played tf2. I've been preoccupied with pony related things and work. A few seconds after killing a medic and a heavy by shooting them with my force-a-nature I finally got the bastard spy. I had made a megusta face and a faint “squee” came out of nowhere. I looked around only to find my Luna plush sitting on a pillow. I looked at her questioningly, assuming that the sound couldn't have come from it and I didn't think that a voice box was a feature included when I bought it. I dug my finger into her side to check but found nothing. "Meh, must've been from the game", I thought as I continued playing.
Around 9
I was all dressed up and ready to go. I wore a green and black striped tie, a black dress shirt, black pants, and nice black shoes. I had what I needed and was ready to go. Although, what I wasn't ready for was if I saw her or not. I'm telling you right now, I can't stand seeing or even being near an ex. It kills me and makes me feel a bit queasy and uncomfortable.