((Johnny's here now.))
Johnny was fucking livid when he found out about the roommate assignments. A drunk douchebag, an ex-nerd sellout douchebag, and fucking Zach who was probably autistic or something. There was something wrong with him, for sure. Anyway, Johnny been fuming the whole way to DC and he wasn't feeling much better even now that they'd arrived.
What really sucked was he had actually been looking forward to this trip, like, a lot! DC had the Smithsonian Zoo which he really wanted to check out, plus the Smithsonian National History museum, which was cool-sounding too. Johnny didn't even know what the fucking Smithsonian was, like, why was it even called that? But he was excited. He'd fucking saved up to go on this trip (God knew his parents weren't happy with it because why would they ever both supporting something he actually gave a shit about when they-), and now he felt like it was gonna be ruined.
"Okay, don't touch my shit and we're cool, got it?" Johnny delivered an extra-sharp look to Zach when he said that. If that kid put fucking plastic snakes or whatever in his bag, Johnny would strangle him to death with it. He had stuffed all his stuff under the bed, which was closest to the window because it was farthest from everyone else. if anyone messed with it, there was no way it would be by accident.
Groaning, Johnny shoved his shoes into the same hiding spot and pulled out his phone. Man, he wished Ross was here. They'd actually started being friends or something after that time at the park. He was legit chill and they were supposed to room together but some fucker broke his shoulder or something. And now Johnny was stuck with fucking Zach.
He took a picture out the window of the view, which was kinda nice he figured, more interesting than anything in the room for sure. After a few seconds of fiddling with the app, Johnny sent off a Snapchat to his would-be roomie. Least he could do. Misery loves company, however that went.
Room 719: Assholes, The Lot of Them
Johnny, Gervais, Zach, and Jackson. This can't end well.
Zach struggled in carrying the heavy book bag on his back, plus the carry on bag of equipment he brought to film his trip experience and pranks with. His book bag felt like he had packed a month’s worth of clothes rather than a week’s worth. His mom just had to insist bringing an extra set of socks and underwear. Not to mention the carry on bag was pain to lug around. Some asshole students would kick it, which could damage his camera and props.
Still, Zach was glad he was able to go on the trip at all. He had maintained adequate grades in the months leading up to the week of the trip. He may have lost time to dedicated to his videos, but he can finally put his ideas to the test. The trip could also open up new possibilities for potential pranks and his roommates could make for some good assistants or victims.
When Zach arrived at his assigned room, he let out a sigh of relief. As he the door opened, he saw Johnny at the window. Johnny was someone who gave great reactions to being pranked, but he could be pretty scary when mad. Just after they learned of the room arrangements, he had told everyone not to touch his stuff, giving Zach an especially chilling glare.
“Okay dude, just don’t have a fucking aneurysm over it, sheesh.”
Zach shut the door behind him and made his way toward the bed farthest from the window. He threw his carry on bag onto it and dropped his book bag to the floor.
“Sup.”
Still, Zach was glad he was able to go on the trip at all. He had maintained adequate grades in the months leading up to the week of the trip. He may have lost time to dedicated to his videos, but he can finally put his ideas to the test. The trip could also open up new possibilities for potential pranks and his roommates could make for some good assistants or victims.
When Zach arrived at his assigned room, he let out a sigh of relief. As he the door opened, he saw Johnny at the window. Johnny was someone who gave great reactions to being pranked, but he could be pretty scary when mad. Just after they learned of the room arrangements, he had told everyone not to touch his stuff, giving Zach an especially chilling glare.
“Okay dude, just don’t have a fucking aneurysm over it, sheesh.”
Zach shut the door behind him and made his way toward the bed farthest from the window. He threw his carry on bag onto it and dropped his book bag to the floor.
“Sup.”
B018: Ned Jackson- 
G039: Yuki Hayashibara- 
B034: Zachary Beck- 
[Jackson Sullivan Trip Start]
This trip was already off to a rocky start.
His room assignment had been amazing at first. He was cool with Gervais and Ross, so rooming with them would be awesome, with the only problem stemming from the final of the four would-be roommates. Not that Jackson disliked Johnny, at least not really, but he had a reputation for being a bit of a hothead, and Jackson was really trying his best to keep his own temper under control. A kid like Johnny in the same room could end up being a bad trigger for his own issues, so having two guys who he was really cool with was something of a safety net. But then it all kind of fell apart when Ross injured himself and another kid got thrown into their room to replace him. And Zach was fine, he supposed, but he knew how much of a shit-stirrer the kid was. A prankster like Zach and a spitfire like Johnny in the same room almost one hundred percent spelled out a long week for the boys.
Jackson could already feel the migraine starting. God he needed a fucking drink.
It didn’t help that he was already upset that Luca had decided to stay home in Chattanooga and not join them on the trip, so his plan to spend some quality time with the object of his affection over the week in a new city was dashed before he could even really start to plan it out. There goes that. He’d finally admitted to himself that he had real feelings for the girl and he wouldn't even get a chance to tell her until they got back home. He had his mind set on the trip being the perfect opportunity to say something, so he let himself chicken out beforehand, and now he was stuck having to do it back in school. He was so stupid, he should have just done it when he had the chance, and hey, maybe that would have given her the incentive to fucking come on the trip?
He was such a fucking loser sometimes.
Jackson pushed open the door to his hotel room and saw that both Johnny and Zach were already there. He grunted a greeting and saw that both guys had already taken one of the beds. Meaning now he’d have to figure out which of these dudes he’d have to share with. Just fucking fantastic. He really wished he hadn’t taken his time and had rushed here so he wouldn’t have to make this decision.
“So… Who am I gonna have to share with?” He asked looking at first Zach and then looking over at Johnny.
Either way, he felt like he was about to lose out.
There’s that migraine, again.
This trip was already off to a rocky start.
His room assignment had been amazing at first. He was cool with Gervais and Ross, so rooming with them would be awesome, with the only problem stemming from the final of the four would-be roommates. Not that Jackson disliked Johnny, at least not really, but he had a reputation for being a bit of a hothead, and Jackson was really trying his best to keep his own temper under control. A kid like Johnny in the same room could end up being a bad trigger for his own issues, so having two guys who he was really cool with was something of a safety net. But then it all kind of fell apart when Ross injured himself and another kid got thrown into their room to replace him. And Zach was fine, he supposed, but he knew how much of a shit-stirrer the kid was. A prankster like Zach and a spitfire like Johnny in the same room almost one hundred percent spelled out a long week for the boys.
Jackson could already feel the migraine starting. God he needed a fucking drink.
It didn’t help that he was already upset that Luca had decided to stay home in Chattanooga and not join them on the trip, so his plan to spend some quality time with the object of his affection over the week in a new city was dashed before he could even really start to plan it out. There goes that. He’d finally admitted to himself that he had real feelings for the girl and he wouldn't even get a chance to tell her until they got back home. He had his mind set on the trip being the perfect opportunity to say something, so he let himself chicken out beforehand, and now he was stuck having to do it back in school. He was so stupid, he should have just done it when he had the chance, and hey, maybe that would have given her the incentive to fucking come on the trip?
He was such a fucking loser sometimes.
Jackson pushed open the door to his hotel room and saw that both Johnny and Zach were already there. He grunted a greeting and saw that both guys had already taken one of the beds. Meaning now he’d have to figure out which of these dudes he’d have to share with. Just fucking fantastic. He really wished he hadn’t taken his time and had rushed here so he wouldn’t have to make this decision.
“So… Who am I gonna have to share with?” He asked looking at first Zach and then looking over at Johnny.
Either way, he felt like he was about to lose out.
There’s that migraine, again.
The other guys followed Johnny in. Johnny would have been glad to leave it at that-they were in the room, huzzah-but Jackson popped the million dollar question and he got dragged back to another goddamn problem. He hadn't even thought about sharing beds, but now they had to do just that. All the damn queers were probably real happy about that, but Johnny was not. Luckily, he didn't think the guys he shared his room with were like that, which was about the only good thing he could say about them as roomies right now.
He looked over at his options. Zach was out. Gervais wasn't so bad, he supposed, but he was also a bigger dude. Jackson was shorter, so Johnny would have more of the bed to himself. Like, let's be honest, he didn't wanna share a bed with anyone, except maybe like, his wife. If he ever got married, but fuck if that was what he was looking forward to right now.
"You can share with me, I don't fuckin' care." Johnny shrugged and turned away, sitting on the opposite side of the bed to stare out the window. He crossed his arms, glowering at nothing specific, just this generally fucked situation.
He looked over at his options. Zach was out. Gervais wasn't so bad, he supposed, but he was also a bigger dude. Jackson was shorter, so Johnny would have more of the bed to himself. Like, let's be honest, he didn't wanna share a bed with anyone, except maybe like, his wife. If he ever got married, but fuck if that was what he was looking forward to right now.
"You can share with me, I don't fuckin' care." Johnny shrugged and turned away, sitting on the opposite side of the bed to stare out the window. He crossed his arms, glowering at nothing specific, just this generally fucked situation.
So Jackson is sharing a bed with Johnny. Good thing actually, Zach didn’t want to run the risk of pissing them off in their sleep. He already knew how much of a hot head Johnny was, but Jackson was a wrestler. Last thing he needed was to get pile drived into the ground.
This meant he had to share his bed with Gervais, that arrogant prick. Gervais had once told Zach that he was wasting his life and talent with his prank videos. As if Zach was going to take that crap lying down.
Zach unzipped his carry on bag and took out his phone. He switched on the camera function, turned it toward his face, and started recording.
“Hey guys!”, Zach shouted at the reflection in his phone, “Zachpranks here! And I just arrived at my hotel room for my senior trip. I’ll be giving regular updates until the trip is over.”
He directed the camera towards his opened carry on. It consisted of a camcorder, charger for said camcorder, and items for his pranks, such as a rubber spider, silly string, and an air horn.
“I got all the essentials for my vids. So this’ll be fun.”
He looked behind him, over at Johnny, then at Jackson. He directed his camera shot towards the both of them as he spoke.
“Here’s two of my roommates. Hey you two, say hello!”
This meant he had to share his bed with Gervais, that arrogant prick. Gervais had once told Zach that he was wasting his life and talent with his prank videos. As if Zach was going to take that crap lying down.
Zach unzipped his carry on bag and took out his phone. He switched on the camera function, turned it toward his face, and started recording.
“Hey guys!”, Zach shouted at the reflection in his phone, “Zachpranks here! And I just arrived at my hotel room for my senior trip. I’ll be giving regular updates until the trip is over.”
He directed the camera towards his opened carry on. It consisted of a camcorder, charger for said camcorder, and items for his pranks, such as a rubber spider, silly string, and an air horn.
“I got all the essentials for my vids. So this’ll be fun.”
He looked behind him, over at Johnny, then at Jackson. He directed his camera shot towards the both of them as he spoke.
“Here’s two of my roommates. Hey you two, say hello!”
“Your enthusiasm is appreciated.” Jackson said sarcastically as he tossed his bags down next to the bed he’d be sharing with Johnny for the remainder of the week.
He sighed heavily as he dropped down to one knee to unzip his suitcase. Already he could feel the vein in his forehead pulsating as he did his best to accept the fact that he’d have to sleep next to this whiny asshole for the entire trip. This was supposed to be a fun getaway, not a nightmarish stress test, right? But here he was, dealing with a pouting Johnny already. Like grow the fuck up, dude. Maybe if he just did his best to avoid him whenever he could he’d make it through the trip without putting him through a wall.
Think positively, right?
As Johnny continued to glare out the window, Jackson busied himself with emptying the contents of his suitcase. All his clothes were folded neatly, and he took them out piece by piece to lay them on the bed in separate piles. He wasn’t the kind of person who could just live out of a bag, so he was more than willing to take advantage of the dresser in the room. Four drawers meant one for each of them, which was perfect as he’d only brought enough clothing for exactly one week. Seven shirts, seven pairs of socks, seven pairs of underwear, four of his better looking pairs of jeans and pants, his comfy pair of overalls, and two extra pairs of shoes. Enough for the week in DC and for the ride home. Over-packing was stupid and wasteful.
Soon, however, the comfortable silence that had fallen over the room was shattered as Zach shouted out a greeting to his phone. Jackson turned his head to glare at the boy. Seriously? He couldn’t have at least warned them that he was planning on doing his stupid YouTube shit here? Fucking hell, this was going to be the longest week of his life if this kid started doing his prank crap to them. Jackson wasn’t sure his temper could handle that kind of shit right now. Or ever, really. Zach turned to look at them and told them to say hello. Jackson’s eye twitched and he stood up, glaring at Zach and attempting to keep his cool with every fiber of his being.
“Zach, I swear, if you pull any shit on this fucking trip, I will hang you from this fucking balcony by your ankles.” He pointed at him with his right hand as he spoke, making sure his voice was as even and calm as it could be. He wanted Zach to feel a little threatened.
“You get me, bro?”
He sighed heavily as he dropped down to one knee to unzip his suitcase. Already he could feel the vein in his forehead pulsating as he did his best to accept the fact that he’d have to sleep next to this whiny asshole for the entire trip. This was supposed to be a fun getaway, not a nightmarish stress test, right? But here he was, dealing with a pouting Johnny already. Like grow the fuck up, dude. Maybe if he just did his best to avoid him whenever he could he’d make it through the trip without putting him through a wall.
Think positively, right?
As Johnny continued to glare out the window, Jackson busied himself with emptying the contents of his suitcase. All his clothes were folded neatly, and he took them out piece by piece to lay them on the bed in separate piles. He wasn’t the kind of person who could just live out of a bag, so he was more than willing to take advantage of the dresser in the room. Four drawers meant one for each of them, which was perfect as he’d only brought enough clothing for exactly one week. Seven shirts, seven pairs of socks, seven pairs of underwear, four of his better looking pairs of jeans and pants, his comfy pair of overalls, and two extra pairs of shoes. Enough for the week in DC and for the ride home. Over-packing was stupid and wasteful.
Soon, however, the comfortable silence that had fallen over the room was shattered as Zach shouted out a greeting to his phone. Jackson turned his head to glare at the boy. Seriously? He couldn’t have at least warned them that he was planning on doing his stupid YouTube shit here? Fucking hell, this was going to be the longest week of his life if this kid started doing his prank crap to them. Jackson wasn’t sure his temper could handle that kind of shit right now. Or ever, really. Zach turned to look at them and told them to say hello. Jackson’s eye twitched and he stood up, glaring at Zach and attempting to keep his cool with every fiber of his being.
“Zach, I swear, if you pull any shit on this fucking trip, I will hang you from this fucking balcony by your ankles.” He pointed at him with his right hand as he spoke, making sure his voice was as even and calm as it could be. He wanted Zach to feel a little threatened.
“You get me, bro?”
Johnny wasn't paying any attention at all. Why should he? He wanted nothing to do with these kids, so the best bet was to...have nothing to do with them. Brilliant. After a moment he pulled out his phone and started to look up some maps. Or tried, at least. Fuckin' Google Maps was being a pain on his phone. The WiFi was being shit or something, typical.
He gave up on that once he heard Zach talking, specifically talking to him. Johnny turned his head to look, staring at his roommate holding up a camera pointed...at him. It took him a moment to process the sheer gall of this...this...
"You fuck!" Johnny stood up, phone dropping to the bed as he stomped around the bed towards Zach. "Give me that or I'll break your goddamned skull!"
Johnny was not putting up with this. If he had to beat on the little shit to make that clear, then fuck it.
He gave up on that once he heard Zach talking, specifically talking to him. Johnny turned his head to look, staring at his roommate holding up a camera pointed...at him. It took him a moment to process the sheer gall of this...this...
"You fuck!" Johnny stood up, phone dropping to the bed as he stomped around the bed towards Zach. "Give me that or I'll break your goddamned skull!"
Johnny was not putting up with this. If he had to beat on the little shit to make that clear, then fuck it.
Suddenly, Johnny was storming towards Zach. Zach quickly clutched the phone to his chest and moved away from the bed, slipping past Johnny.
“Dude! Chill the fuck out!”, Zach exclaimed, voice cracking out of surprise, “I haven’t even done anything yet!”
Zach’s eyes felt as wide as dinner plates, and his teeth were clenched in fright. It was way too soon for something like this to occur. Zach’s eyes darted towards the door, as did his feet. Rushing out of the room, he slammed the door behind him and made a dash to the vending machines near the elevator. He took cover on the right side of the soda machine.
Just what the hell was that all about!? At least Jackson was being civil with his threat, but Johnny was just about ready to go apeshit! As Zach thought about this, he stopped the recording on his phone and grunted in irritation. Guess he’ll have to do a new recording. What a waste.
As he put the phone in his pocket, he came to a startling realization. He had forgotten his room key.
Oh, fuck.
“Dude! Chill the fuck out!”, Zach exclaimed, voice cracking out of surprise, “I haven’t even done anything yet!”
Zach’s eyes felt as wide as dinner plates, and his teeth were clenched in fright. It was way too soon for something like this to occur. Zach’s eyes darted towards the door, as did his feet. Rushing out of the room, he slammed the door behind him and made a dash to the vending machines near the elevator. He took cover on the right side of the soda machine.
Just what the hell was that all about!? At least Jackson was being civil with his threat, but Johnny was just about ready to go apeshit! As Zach thought about this, he stopped the recording on his phone and grunted in irritation. Guess he’ll have to do a new recording. What a waste.
As he put the phone in his pocket, he came to a startling realization. He had forgotten his room key.
Oh, fuck.
Now shit was just getting out of hand.
Jackson moved to step between the enraged Johnny and the cowering Zach. He turned his body to face Johnny and held his arms out to block his path. No way was he about to deal with this prick fighting in the hotel room day fucking one of this trip. Too fucking soon for this shit, they hadn’t even finished unpacking yet for shit’s sake. And maybe it was a bit hypocritical, as he himself had just threatened Zach’s well-being literally a few seconds ago, but this was different. It wasn’t like he was primed and ready to beat the kid up just for pointing a fucking camera at him. Johnny was taking this to a whole other level, and Jackson wasn’t going to allow it.
A slamming door caught his attention and he turned to look. Zach had gotten the hell out of dodge and left Jackson to clean up this fucking mess. Just fucking lovely. This was going to a long week. Just his luck to room with someone who’s anger issues seemed to rival his own.
“Dude, stop!” He shouted at Johnny, pushing against his chest firmly to stop him in his tracks.
“You already chased him out of the fucking room, what are you gonna do? Go after him?” He asked him bluntly with an incredulous look on his face.
“You need to fucking relax.” He stated firmly as he stared at Johnny, waiting for a reaction.
Jackson moved to step between the enraged Johnny and the cowering Zach. He turned his body to face Johnny and held his arms out to block his path. No way was he about to deal with this prick fighting in the hotel room day fucking one of this trip. Too fucking soon for this shit, they hadn’t even finished unpacking yet for shit’s sake. And maybe it was a bit hypocritical, as he himself had just threatened Zach’s well-being literally a few seconds ago, but this was different. It wasn’t like he was primed and ready to beat the kid up just for pointing a fucking camera at him. Johnny was taking this to a whole other level, and Jackson wasn’t going to allow it.
A slamming door caught his attention and he turned to look. Zach had gotten the hell out of dodge and left Jackson to clean up this fucking mess. Just fucking lovely. This was going to a long week. Just his luck to room with someone who’s anger issues seemed to rival his own.
“Dude, stop!” He shouted at Johnny, pushing against his chest firmly to stop him in his tracks.
“You already chased him out of the fucking room, what are you gonna do? Go after him?” He asked him bluntly with an incredulous look on his face.
“You need to fucking relax.” He stated firmly as he stared at Johnny, waiting for a reaction.