Real Human Being
Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2018 2:04 am
(( Jonathan Gulley and Michael Crowe continued from Nightcall ))
So this is what giving up felt like? To just say 'fuck it' and let the powers that be choose for them. To be honest it felt kinda nice. They didn't have to worry about when their time came, they didn't know. There wasn't this clock they had to rush to beat. They didn't have to fear their friends all dying, because they were already dead. They didn't have to fear their own deaths, because in a way they were already dead when they got here. With all of that worrying thrown away, it meant they just had time.
And with that time they spend the entire day traveling the island, just talking about what had happened, and what had happened before the island. They reminisced, talked about their hopes and dreams, and for once, they felt happy. It felt normal. It wasn't real normalcy, but as long as it felt like it, that was all that mattered, right?
It was late at night, and they were sitting on the docks.
"I still don't get how you came across almost every player on this island, and the only one who did anything was Alex..." Jonathan couldn't help but wonder how Michael managed to do that. The stories he told him sounded so fake, like the bullshit he used to make up back at Kingman to impress him. Jon knew he was lying most of the time, but he liked to humor him. What surprised Jonathan was that this time, he believed him.
"Well, they're all fuckin' wimps, man, back home I'd kick all their asses if they talked to me like that, 'specially Min Jae, fuckin' lil punk ass Onceler, lookin'...punk bitch." Jonathan laughed at the Onceler comparison.
"Remember back at the skatepark? That shit you wanted me to scream at him?" Jonathan looked towards Michael, waiting for his response.
"Oh yeah, I was like, 'Hey Jon, tell the Onceler to fuck off." Jonathan laughed, "Yeah, I remember I told you to do it." Michael laughed, then cupped his hands over his mouth, yelling into the ocean.
"HEY ONCELER! EAT SHIT! GO SING 'HOW BAD CAN I BE' SOMEWHERE ELSE, BEEEYYYYIIIIITCH!"
Jonathan giggled, hoping Min Jae wasn't slowly sneaking up behind them right now.
"Ow, that hurt like hell to do." Jonathan looked up to see Michael sticking his tongue through his cheek slash.
"Eww, stop doing that shit! That's friggen gross!"
Michael laughed, then slid his tongue faster, grinning as he watched Jon cringe. "I'm not kissing you if you keep doing that."
"Fuck, that shit was funny. Darius was there too, shit he was rolling around like a retard when I said it."
Jonathan shook his head, "Yeah, he was kind of an asshole, but he was our friend." Michael shrugged. "Yeah, 'course he's an asshole, but he was our asshole, like shit, a whole third of the Men's Hair Club is gone without him."
Jonathan tilted his head at the Men's Hair Club line. "The fuck?"
"What? Men's Hair Club. Coz' us three had the best haircuts out of everyone else." Jonathan's face curled in disgust, "I wasn't told of this name, I didn't vote for it!" "Yeah? Neither did Darius." "So wait, Darius didn't vote for it, and I didn't vote for it. Why's it our name?"
"You want Darius picking a name for us?" "No, I don't want a name in the first place!"
Michael tilted his head back. "Coooome ooon! It'll be like The Warriors!" Michael shifted around, as if he was looking for something. "Shit, I uhhh... I can't find any bottles. Damn, that means I can't do the reference. Fuck."
Jonathan watched Michael search around, before he decided to change the subject. There was something he's always wondered. "Michael, why do you style your hair like that. No offence, but it looks like a bird's planted it's ass on your head."
Michael looked legitimately offended. "You didn't seem to think I was bad at hair styling when I helped spike your hair!" Jonathan laughed. "Well, it didn't stop me from being afraid you were gonna turn me into Duran Duran or something!"
"Still, I like my hair. It's better than those stupid coffee hipsters with their fuckin' undercuts, curly mustaches and beards, and shit."
"But Michael, you are a hipster." Jonathan poked his tongue out. Michael stuttered, dumbfounded. "N-no I'm not! I fuckin' hate hipsters!"
Jonathan didn't stutter when he replied. "That's what every hipster says."
Michael tried to justify himself. "But they all look the same! I hate facial hair, and I hate coffee!"
Jonathan was winning this fight. "Every hipster thinks their different!"
"But I'm not a fuckin' hipster!" Was all Michael could whine, he was practically defeated at this point.
Jonathan forced his voice into a deep rasp, mimicking Hagrid. "You're a hipster, Mikey!"
"Stop it!"
"...Hipster."
"AAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII- God, you're fuckin' mean!"
"It's funny! My parents were afraid of you, they thought you were the mean one!" Jonathan giggled. Michael's fake rage disappeared. "Yeah, my parents were worried about me hanging with you too."
Jonathan looked up, raising an eyebrow. "Why's that?"
Jon saw Mike's grin come back. "They thought... They thought that you were gonna turn me gay."
Jonathan felt a grin curl up on his own lips. "You know... our parents are probably watching us right now... Wanna. Wanna piss them off?"
Michael didn't even get a chance to react before Jonathan planted a kiss on him.
So this is what giving up felt like? To just say 'fuck it' and let the powers that be choose for them. To be honest it felt kinda nice. They didn't have to worry about when their time came, they didn't know. There wasn't this clock they had to rush to beat. They didn't have to fear their friends all dying, because they were already dead. They didn't have to fear their own deaths, because in a way they were already dead when they got here. With all of that worrying thrown away, it meant they just had time.
And with that time they spend the entire day traveling the island, just talking about what had happened, and what had happened before the island. They reminisced, talked about their hopes and dreams, and for once, they felt happy. It felt normal. It wasn't real normalcy, but as long as it felt like it, that was all that mattered, right?
It was late at night, and they were sitting on the docks.
"I still don't get how you came across almost every player on this island, and the only one who did anything was Alex..." Jonathan couldn't help but wonder how Michael managed to do that. The stories he told him sounded so fake, like the bullshit he used to make up back at Kingman to impress him. Jon knew he was lying most of the time, but he liked to humor him. What surprised Jonathan was that this time, he believed him.
"Well, they're all fuckin' wimps, man, back home I'd kick all their asses if they talked to me like that, 'specially Min Jae, fuckin' lil punk ass Onceler, lookin'...punk bitch." Jonathan laughed at the Onceler comparison.
"Remember back at the skatepark? That shit you wanted me to scream at him?" Jonathan looked towards Michael, waiting for his response.
"Oh yeah, I was like, 'Hey Jon, tell the Onceler to fuck off." Jonathan laughed, "Yeah, I remember I told you to do it." Michael laughed, then cupped his hands over his mouth, yelling into the ocean.
"HEY ONCELER! EAT SHIT! GO SING 'HOW BAD CAN I BE' SOMEWHERE ELSE, BEEEYYYYIIIIITCH!"
Jonathan giggled, hoping Min Jae wasn't slowly sneaking up behind them right now.
"Ow, that hurt like hell to do." Jonathan looked up to see Michael sticking his tongue through his cheek slash.
"Eww, stop doing that shit! That's friggen gross!"
Michael laughed, then slid his tongue faster, grinning as he watched Jon cringe. "I'm not kissing you if you keep doing that."
"Fuck, that shit was funny. Darius was there too, shit he was rolling around like a retard when I said it."
Jonathan shook his head, "Yeah, he was kind of an asshole, but he was our friend." Michael shrugged. "Yeah, 'course he's an asshole, but he was our asshole, like shit, a whole third of the Men's Hair Club is gone without him."
Jonathan tilted his head at the Men's Hair Club line. "The fuck?"
"What? Men's Hair Club. Coz' us three had the best haircuts out of everyone else." Jonathan's face curled in disgust, "I wasn't told of this name, I didn't vote for it!" "Yeah? Neither did Darius." "So wait, Darius didn't vote for it, and I didn't vote for it. Why's it our name?"
"You want Darius picking a name for us?" "No, I don't want a name in the first place!"
Michael tilted his head back. "Coooome ooon! It'll be like The Warriors!" Michael shifted around, as if he was looking for something. "Shit, I uhhh... I can't find any bottles. Damn, that means I can't do the reference. Fuck."
Jonathan watched Michael search around, before he decided to change the subject. There was something he's always wondered. "Michael, why do you style your hair like that. No offence, but it looks like a bird's planted it's ass on your head."
Michael looked legitimately offended. "You didn't seem to think I was bad at hair styling when I helped spike your hair!" Jonathan laughed. "Well, it didn't stop me from being afraid you were gonna turn me into Duran Duran or something!"
"Still, I like my hair. It's better than those stupid coffee hipsters with their fuckin' undercuts, curly mustaches and beards, and shit."
"But Michael, you are a hipster." Jonathan poked his tongue out. Michael stuttered, dumbfounded. "N-no I'm not! I fuckin' hate hipsters!"
Jonathan didn't stutter when he replied. "That's what every hipster says."
Michael tried to justify himself. "But they all look the same! I hate facial hair, and I hate coffee!"
Jonathan was winning this fight. "Every hipster thinks their different!"
"But I'm not a fuckin' hipster!" Was all Michael could whine, he was practically defeated at this point.
Jonathan forced his voice into a deep rasp, mimicking Hagrid. "You're a hipster, Mikey!"
"Stop it!"
"...Hipster."
"AAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII- God, you're fuckin' mean!"
"It's funny! My parents were afraid of you, they thought you were the mean one!" Jonathan giggled. Michael's fake rage disappeared. "Yeah, my parents were worried about me hanging with you too."
Jonathan looked up, raising an eyebrow. "Why's that?"
Jon saw Mike's grin come back. "They thought... They thought that you were gonna turn me gay."
Jonathan felt a grin curl up on his own lips. "You know... our parents are probably watching us right now... Wanna. Wanna piss them off?"
Michael didn't even get a chance to react before Jonathan planted a kiss on him.