RAVE

[Sh4dE]

((Cedric Isaacson continued from SLEEP))

There were two kind of days. Days Cedric had to go to archery and days where he didn't.

Today he did not have archery practise, meaning he has more time for "homework". Or rather more time for the important things in life.

Fun.

The PC tower got activated.

D-d-d-drop the bass.

Cedric had programmed his own playlist software. Lots of songs and genres played throughout the day. Glitchhop, dubstep, acid, house, deep house...and classic UK garage. Bloody hell, it's great to be a Brit.

As he jammed to Artful Dodger Shahin called. What's up, Sha. They talked, time passed. They planned their next weekend, even though the previous weekend had not been that far away, though both of them just waited for the next one to happen.

Alcohol, maybe going to a party. Fun. Cedric hoped he had enough money this week.

As usual they somehow managed to talk about twelve different topics per 10 minutes losing track of each topic as their tangents lead to the next one. Talking and playing vidya games. Wonderful.

But, wow, shouldn't Cedric do history homework?

Later.

Laughs could be heard from behind the door. Sounds of gunshots. Music.

Now?

Different music, slower music, more gunshots, more laughs.

No. Maybe after dinner.

Suddenly Cedric heard a voice echo from behind the door.

"CEDRIC!"

No respond.

"CEDRIC!"

A respond.

"Wait, just a minute."

A minute passed. Two. Four. Seven.

"CEDRIC ISAACSON COME DOWN IMME-"

((Cedric Isaacson continued in EAT))