//------------------------------// // Yay SLEEPOVER // Story: Coffee Bender // by spirit shin //------------------------------// A.N. i know that i just posted a chapter but it was posted late and I don't think I got enough of a chance to be noticed. Just be weary of that We walked down my street toward my house and I saw the lights on and thought "Fuck my parents are up." I then turned to him and said "My parents are up, I'm gunna hafta sneak you in." he nodded his head. "I have an idea, you go in like you own the place and then just open your window and I fly through" he said "Brilliant, drink Guinness straight from the bottle." "What?" "Never mind, it is an ponynet reference." "O.K. whatever." I walk in and put my stuff on the floor "Hey mom, hey dad." "Hey" they said in unison, giggling.(yup those kind of parents) "I'm gunna go to bed early." I said. "O.K. hun see you tomorrow." replied my mom. " G'night bud." said my dad. "Home free" I thought, "but then again they have no reason to distrust me." I had another idea. I walk up the stairs to the refurbished attic in my house, it was my room, my hideout. I get into my room and turn on my light and close the trap door that leads to the rest of the house. I get out of my work clothes and just lay there on my bed naked, and glad ponies don't normally wear clothes, relaxing for the first time all day. I lay there for five minutes. Then I go and open the window. I motion for him to come up. when he got close enough to hear me i told him i had an idea. I told him "How about I just tell them that you are hear, I wont get in trouble if they find you, and they might make us breakfast in the morning." "Sure, why the hell not?" he said shrugging his arms. "Wait here." I ran down stairs and said "Hey would it be O.K. if I had a friend crash here for the night?" "Well I don't see why not, whats her name?"** "Err... its a guy pony" I said "Oh... well, erm... sure." I think I knew what they were thinking, but I didnt care. "Yay a friend's sleeping over!" I thought to myself. I went to the door to get my friend. "Hey Deejay!" I yelled. He walked through the door slowly taking in his surroundings. I nudged him in the direction of my parents and introduced them. "Mom, dad, this is my friend Deejay" I said with a smile on my face. "Hello Mr., and Mrs. Shine" deejay said. "Hello dear" said my mom. "How is it going?" my dad said standing up to shake hooves. "It is going well Mr. shine" said Deejay, shaking his hoof "Now that we have introductions out of the way I should give you a tour of the house." I said pushing him up the stairs. "Uh Spirit?" my dad said. "Yea?'' "Can I talk to you?" my dad asked "Yeah of course." I turn to deejay and said "My room is in the attic, just go up." "What do you need" I ask "Son, why is he here?" insinuation filling the room. "Huh?" I was confused by the question "To crash, he needs a place to sleep for the night" "What is the real reason?" dad asked. "That is the real reason!" i was getting mad because I knew what he was implying. I walked away annoyed and went into the kitchen to grab a bag of chips. I brought them up stairs and opened the trap door to my room. The lights were off. "Deejay? You in here?" "Yup." he said scaring the piss out of me, even though I knew he was in my room. I put the chips on the night stand and asked where he wanted to sleep. "What?" he asked obviously confused by the question. "Do you want the bed or the sleeping bag?" I asked confused by the confusion. "I get a choice?" "Yes of course." i said, "It's a tradition that the guest gets to pick" "I'll take the bed" he said still a slightly confused. I went to my bed and pulled the sheets off and changed them so that he isnt sleeping on my dirty sheets. We talked for a long time, we talked about our home town our talents, and our hobbies. I mention my video games and he tells me he has never played them before. I go through my collection and pick out one that I think he will like the most. "It's called DJ Hero" I say holding up the game box. "DJ hero?" he asked. "Well, DJ hero 2, but yea.It's a game where you have to use the controller like a turntable, and you play along with the music, take a look." I tossed him the case. "I haven't heard of any of these" he said. "That's 'cause they are all homy songs." I explained. "Homies? You mean those ponies on the internet who make up stories about humans... and those Rule34 pictures." he shuddered. "That *sigh* is kind of a false generalization" I said, "I'll explain them later" "What ever." He said. "Before I turn on this game you gotta understand that some of these songs are a bit... off. Like this is a rock song mixed with hip hop" I turned on the computer and showed him both songs separately on viewtube. "So this Kenya..." "Kanye." i corrected "Kanye West guy is mashed together with a band called Metalica? I nodded "How does that even work" "I'll show you." I say pushing in the game. I do a play through on the most difficult setting, occasionally looking back to see his reaction. He was impressed by the sound that the two songs made together listening instead of watching. The bass was felt throughout the room. Scratches timed perfectly, the pegasus was awestruck, the song made him smile. I finished and changed the setting to medium and changed the songs. "What song is this?" he asked. "A good one." i said he finished with the song "That was hard, Also what are shells?" "From what I understand humans don't have magic but have these things called guns and shell are slang for bullets." i stated "Whats a bullet?" he said. "They come out of the guns and kill ponies" "That's sad." "That's life" I said "plus its just all made up so don't worry 'bout it." "You try this song, it's hard as buck" "Fine." i said taking the controller. After perfecting the song on expert I put the controller down, and sat there triumphantly. He got up and took out the game and said "Maybe we should play something else." he sat down on the ground. "Ragequit much?" i asked smirking. He looked through my games. "Why do you have so many homy games?" he asked. "I think they are better at relieving stress if you know how to use them right. Hey want something to drink?" I asked, changing the subject. "Yea sure." he popped in a different disk I went down the stairs stealthily making sure not to wake up my parents. I make it to the kitchen without making a sound. "Piece of cake" I said to myself. I walked back up the stairs bottles of hard cider in my hooves.( I am very proficient at walking on two legs.) I make it up stairs to my room and I hear Deejay shouting profanities. "Die fucking buckmuffins fucking hitmarkers! Ahhh I shot you in the face with a sniper!!!!!!!! FUCKING DIE!!!" "What the blueberry fuck is going on here?" I say putting the cider down. "Other ponies are cheating." he huffed. "Settle down m'kay?" I said tossing him a cider ."Do you wanna listen to some tunes?" "Homy songs? "Eeyup" "Why the buck not?" he shrugged. "Trust me they are really good, awesome even" I said "Like RD?" he asked with a smile. "Who?" I asked "rainbowdash" I gestured for him to continue. He sighed "She is a pegasus with a rainbow mane, she ... never mind" "Alllllrighteeyyy then" i go to my mp3 player and put on the alive tour. "Who is this?" he asked. "Daft punk" "What song is it?" he asked getting up and walking towards the mp3 player. "It's a mix between Touch It and Technologic" I said. (footnote** My parents don't know that I am gay, but I think they are beginning to wise up.)