Your name is Brad Steele. However, you prefer the nickname “Bing”.
So, for all intents and purposes, your name is Bing Steele. Not Brad; that’s.. a stupid name. Who names their child that anymore?
Not many people, you would think. (Of course, there’s nothing really wrong with it, it’s just not for you.)
But, names aside; you are thirteen years old.
Among the things you like, you are into music that would best be described as “delinquent,” video games, and sports. Specifically, skateboarding.
Does that count as a sport? You’re pretty sure it does. But nonetheless, you enjoy it! You enjoy trying to do tricks.
Even if you aren’t good at it. But you entirely are, and anyone who says otherwise is just lying.
Especially your friend, Dark.
But your main focus today isn’t your sickass skateboarding tricks.
Today is the day your preorder of the beta of a new video game is supposed to come in the mail, and you’re just waiting for your Uncle to get home so you can go check your mailbox.
He doesn’t like you leaving the apartment without telling him, or unless he’s home, which you guess really isn’t that outrageous. God knows who’s running around the complex right now, and the mailboxes are at least eight minutes away. So, either your Uncle will check the mail on his way home, or you can walk and do it when he gets back.
Until then, you figure you can just hang out in your room for a while. That’s what you usually do, anyways.
It’s not like it’s a bad thing; your room’s pretty nice, you’d like to think! At least you’ve got stuff to do.
Liiike.. your laptop! Which mostly has a bunch of video games on it. And your Pesterchum, which you haven’t really used much today.
Maybe you can just talk to one of your friends until your Uncle is home!
Yeah, you figure that’s what you’ll do.
So you grab the laptop off your desk, instead going over to your bed and sitting down, opening it and opening the chat client with a smile.
Now, who was online..?
..Ah!
—— defectivePerfection [DP] began pestering fracturedSpirals [FS] at 11:25! ——
DP: hey
DP: heeey
DP: daaaaaark
DP: bro r u on
DP: DAAARK
FS: For Christ’s sakes.
FS: What. Do you want?
DP: wht r u doin dudeee
FS: I was reading.
FS: Keyword: “WAS”.
DP: oh whtevr lighten up
DP: yo u signed up for the sburb beta preorder rite
FS: That thing you keep incessantly pestering me over?
FS: Yes.
FS: I don’t know why I agreed though, considering I don’t play video games.
DP: well ur gonna this time bro
DP: so get used to it!!!
DP: hey have u tlked to SI n GS yet today
FS: No, no, I haven’t.
FS: As I said, I was reading.
FS: And I would quite like to get back to it.
FS: Therefore, I will ask you to bother them yourself if you’d like to speak to them.
DP: UUUUUGH
DP: ur no fun bro!!
DP: but FINE
DP: whtevr
DP: bye bitch
FS: ...Goodbye?
FS: Was that meant to be an insult?
—— defectivePerfection [DP] ceased pestering fracturedSpirals [FS] at 11:46! ——
You roll your eyes, throwing the laptop onto your bed and pushing yourself to stand, letting out a huff as you go over to your window to look out, trying to see if you could see your Uncle’s car.
Sure enough, there it was, sitting in the parking spot as he got out, holding several bits of mail in his hand.
Your mood brightened at that, moving your hair behind your ears as you watch him close the car door, grabbing his keys from his pocket as he headed towards your breezeway.
You let out a small laugh as you move away from the window, grabbing your laptop from the bed and moving over to your desk, sitting down in the chair and all but throwing the electronic onto the desk itself. You consider pestering one of your other friends, but decide against it after a few moments; you can do that after you see if the beta came in, after all..
