Jeremy and I had decided social distancing be damned, neither of us had been anywhere the other hadn't. Plus, I think both of us were missing the normalcy of just getting to sit beside someone who didn't live with you.
"Where's the mine?" I asked, bumbling out of our house awkwardly. I've never played Minecraft before, sue me.
"Uhh, walk left, and then right, that hole? That's it."
"All the way over there?" I climbed up a dirt pillar, scanning the terrain, "There's a lot of water, I'm going to drown."
"It's all like, one block deep. You'll be fine."
"I have hydrophobia," I responded, beginning my trek to the mine. He snickered in response, I glanced up to his half of the screen to see him fighting a slew of zombies in some random mine.
"Shut up," he said, making his way back to the house. "Get back here, it's night."
"What?" Panicking, I turned around, only halfway to the mine. The sun was setting ominously, and I had taken so long just to get here. "Oh my God, I'm gonna die."
"You're fine," he laughed, "just come back."
"There's skeletons," I murmured, sneaking past them agonizingly slowly in the water. "And zombies..."
"Just run by them."
"I died."
"You what?"
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Quaranteens
Teen FictionSomething's gotta keep me entertained during this quarantine. Maybe that something is Jeremy Wilson. - - - - Completed.
