//------------------------------// // Party Time: 6 Hours // Story: Dude, What the FFFF!! // by Vallis //------------------------------// For simplicity sake, whenever Joel types/sends any type of message throughout this story, the letter "J" will be by the sentence in bold. The letter "C" will be by mine in bold aswell. Can't be hard to remember. Alright errybody? Woo! OH, and don't forget to open links within stories in a separate tab so you don't have to click back to return to the page. Okay, onwards we go to the story. J 'GUHHHH DEH, LIKE SOMEBODEE WASSUP?!? I snickered at the racist Asian typing impression. It was an inside joke of ours which originated from OwnagePranks from youtube. Yeah, we're horrible people. Now let us be. C 'LIKE SOMEBODEE I B BORED AS FUK' J 'Bro! I have something to tell you!!! Lets call!' C 'Alright, one sec dude!' I rolled my computer chair a bit to the right, and started opening up the drawers of my computer desk in search for my cheap logitec headset. Got it. C 'Alright brah, do eet. The little box asking whether I would accept or decline the call popped up as always, the annoying little ringtone playing at the same time. I answered. "D'awwww shyet, BROOOO!!" We both howled, similar to Mordecai and Rigby if you've ever watched The Regular Show. Don't hate. Bros will be bros. "Ok, dude so guess what!!" Joel said in a really excited shit-my-pants kind of way. He's Puerto Rican too, so just imagine a Spanish accent with a fairly deep voice. No, he doesn't speak like a cholo, just incase you're wondering. Bastard. He speaks fairly well for a Spanish guy. "What?!" I replied mimicking his tone. There was a moment of silence, then I heard some type of rustling on his microphone. A second after, I heard the most beautiful noise the human body can ever make. I lost my shit. "BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" We both lost our shit for the following half minute. After our laughter died out, Joel caught his breath. "Man, fuck that. You always have the louder farts." He laughed. "Pft, you better believe it. I have the richest, throatiest, deepest, wall shaking farts known to MAN!" Just imagine a massive troll face on me right now. "Damn right bro! Ha! Shit, what was I going to say? OH, RIGHT! Dude, i'm coming to stay with you this weekend bro!!" Holy shit. Hawly, shyet. LAWDY! Music to my ears! "YOU'RE FUCKING WITH ME JOE." "Well if you insist. BAHAHAHA!!" He rofled, I just know it. I could practically see him rolling around laughing his ass off. I couldn't help but laugh aswell, shaking my head at the same time as I laughed through snickers and snorts. Joe started hacking like the creepy furfag smoker he is. When he starts coughing, that's when you know he's really laughing the fuck out of his ass. "Dude, this is just, FOOKING AWESOME DAMNIT!!" I couldn't believe he was coming to stay this weekend. Last time I saw him was back a few years when I was still in New Jersey. Although I met the dude way before that through a website (no homo) which a few of you may be familiar with. Furaffinity, a site where all the furfags hangout and what not. Yeah, I use to be a fur, what about it? Thing is, I left that god forsaken fandom. In short, stupid drama n' shit happened. I'm just going to leave it at that. Back to the point. I've known this guy since I was 16. Once I hit 18, I convinced him to stay with me in the US instead of the hellhole called Puerto Rico. Unfortunately, I left to South Carolina not long after he came, but he wasn't able to come along. He had to go back to his hellhole country to help his sick grandpa. Joel was the only one in his family that had enough cash to keep the poor guy alive. He's returned to visit a few times before, but most of the time it was only a day. He'd have to leave the next morning so he could get back as soon as possible to his grandpa. Oh, speaking of cash. We both make a fair amount of money through our professions. Our professions are both different, yet very similar. It was one of the first similarities that we noticed from square one. Now... I want to blow your mind for a minute, bear with me. As you know, i'm the "Tony Stark" of machinery, or whatever you want to call it. Something more humble would be nice. But this guy, has the right to call himself the Tony Stark of his skill. So, remember how I grew up with those obsessions and what not? Tinker around with my story, replace me with him, and replace anything that has to do with cars/bikes/racing, with technology and science. This guy, I swear, if he wanted to, could build the Iron man suit. I mean, sure, it would take much more time than what the movie portrayed it to take. (Obviously, there's a difference between reality and fictional movies) The point is, this mofo should be in NASA or something like that. He stays low though, and keeps his "special" work to himself. When I say special... I. Mean. Special. I swear. The things we've done with his stuff. The fun we had. -I'll save it for another time, but believe me, we've had FUN. Anyway, as I was. When it comes to your phones, comps, hardware, printers, consoles, ANYTHING that has some type of motherboard/program/all that shit. This guy, is the guy. No, not "your" guy. He's THE guy. Just like how I've made my cash through my methods, he has his methods too. This guy is just- ugh. Do I have to do it? Okay. He's. A. FUCKING. GENIUS. "So dude, what time? You got the airplane ticket and everything?" I asked. A moment passed as I could hear the sound of a bag being zipped closed, and a few papers being shuffled around. "Yep! Got it all together, packing as we speak. Reorganizing tickets, passports, all that crap. As for the time, i'm actually going to be there pretty early. Think you can wake up early?" "Oh, early? Sure dude! But again, what time?" I repeated. "I'm leaving now dude! About an hour from now!!" He laughed. WHA- HEY- FFF- What time is it? I looked at the time in the desktop. "12:04 AM. Holy fuck, are you gonna be here like 5 or 6?" I placed my hand on top of my head out of surprise. "About, yeah. Think you can?" "Hm. Challenge accepted." Just imagine, memes. Memes allover my face. "Aww shyet bro!! I better see you and your bronified as hell car at the airport in a few!!" He hung up. Well. Sleep, or stay up late? I suck at sleeping, screw it. Time to go grab some Monster. Maybe some munchies. "Shit, might aswell go to 7 eleven." I mumbled outloud. Guess I'll be watching a movie or two tonight. Maybe watch a few mlp episodes, haven't watched any of that in a while. I grabbed my motorcycle jacket, helmet, and gloves from my closet; putting them on in the respective order. I rummaged through my closet looking for my backpack, and slipped it on with a well practiced motion. "Keys." I checked my pockets. Nope, just my wallet and house keys. Shit I swear, if I left my bike keys in the bike again, I'm going to kick a piece of turd to the moon. I walked off into the garage, turning on the lights as I did so. I walked over to the covered bike, and removed said covers; revealing my beautiful green '09 ZX6r. And... there were the god damn keys. "I swear, the day I learn to stop leaving the keys on it is the day somebody steals my bike because I LEFT THE FUCKING KEYS ON IT." I growled at myself, rolling my eyes simultaneously. I turned the key to the "on" position, swung my leg over the bike, and got comfy. I folded out the mirrors and gave them a few small adjustments so I could see perfectly behind me. I thumbed the ignition button, and without a moment to spare the inline 4 engine sharply turned on and began to idle in its warm-up speeds. After giving it a minute to warm up, the engine idle note lowered. I opened the automatic garage doors, set the timer to close in 15 seconds, turned off the lights, and left without a moment to spare. God, it never gets old.