hey, kudos to @AlexwitEyes for re-reading this 6 times. been meaning to like edit it and make it readable so thanks for the motivation. still gonna be in 1st person POV, maybe one day i'll change that
~John's POV~
"Fuck! Hit it harder Daddy, get it right into my hole!"
"Shut the fuck up John! We're playing golf not having sex!" Mini laughed out.
I laughed before dragging my mouse to look around the map, spotting Anthony's ball rolling towards the hole.
"John I swear to God if you fuck me right now- JOHN I SWEAR I AM GOING TO EAT YOUR FRIDGE FUCK OFF!"
I laughed, "I am the guardian of the hole, fuck off!" I fired again, fucking up Ohm.
"John you fat cunt! I was almost there!" He whined.
"I know, that's why I couldn't let you in the hole." I snickered.
"I'm not even gonna have enough time to make it to the hole! Fuck you John."
"Well if you're offering Ohm."
I laughed again, with Ohm grumbling about how my dick wasn't going to be able to reproduce soon.
"Fuck you John!" Ohm yelled, knowing that that would be the end of my video.
"Yeah, I'll consider your offer and I'll get back to you at my earliest convenience."
"Well I do have to go, I got some pizza with my name on it down stairs, so I'll see all you cunts tomorrow." Anthony said, leaving the discord call.
"I'm in the same boat as Jiggles, so I'll see you tomorrow if you want to record." Ohm signed off for the night.
I began to click out of the call, muttering goodbyes when the join noise sounded off.
"'Sup bitches, what's up?" The slight crackle of Jaren's voice broke through my headphones.
"SMII7Y! I thought you couldn't record today?" My voice rose, I hadn't expected to talk to Smii7y for a few more days.
"Well John, if you really wanna know I got some free time, so I thought I'd hop on the call real fast."
"What were you playing?" He asked.
"Golf it, I completely fucked Ohm over." Jaren laughed and my smile grew slightly.
"I'm just the guardian of the hole, only those I deem worthy are allowed to entire my hole."
Jaren snorted, "And am I allowed in your hole oh godly one?"
"Anytime sweet cheeks~"
Another laugh bubbled out of the Canadian, "Well I have to go, Octavia isn't gonna walk herself."
I frowned, "Really? You just joined the call."
"Yeah, but I'll be able to record all day tomorrow so you bitches better be ready."
My smiled returned, "So I'll see you tomorrow then?"
"Y-Yeah, I'll see you soon." He hesitated, as if he had other things to say
Jaren disconnected and I sighed, wanting to talk to him more.
I looked at the discord chat, wondering if I could coax someone else to record some stuff, I wasn't tired and wanted to hang out with people still.
My eyes automatically drifted towards Jaren's icon, but Jaren wasn't able to record, he was at his parents house for a bit.
Sighing and pushing myself away from the recording desk, my mind wandered.
I didn't really focus on anything, but my mind kept drifting back to a brunette milk bag.
No, there's no point in thinking about something that will never happen.
I shook my head, as if to rid myself of thoughts that didn't belong up there, no point in imagining stuff that's never going to happen.
A ding from my computer drew my attention
Milk Bag: "ur package has arrived bitch"
What did Jaren want? I quickly typed out a response, asking him what he wanted. As soon as I hit send, he responded.
Milk Bag: "cum outside"
I slowly got up, quickly exiting my bedroom, maneuvering through the living room before finally reaching the front door. There stood Jaren, suitcase in hand standing in front of me.
"Hey John!" Jaren stood in front of me, wrinkled clothes that he definitely needed to change out of and headphones around his neck. A black suitcase stood next to him.
"Wa- Wha- Jaren?!" I exclaimed.
His grin managed to widen, if that was possible and he laughed, "You know it, I'm in town."
I blinked, not processing what was happening. "But I thought you were at your parent's house?"
He laughed again, "I was, now I'm here." He shifted again, "I can lea-"
"No! I would love to have you here, I just want to know- why? I mean I'm stoked you're here, don't get me wrong, but why?" I placed a hand on his shoulder.
Jaren shrugged, "I wanted to see you, wanted to see people in person I guess."
"Well come in, want something to drink?"
"Please, they didn't have anything on the plane." Jaren sighed happily.
I went into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water throwing it in Jaren's general direction.
"Ow! Watch where you're throwing dickhead!"
I smirked, "I got you some water."
"Yeah I got that asshole."
I laughed, before grabbing another water and headed into the living room where Jaren was sprawled out on the gray couch. It had some questionable stains, but that's what happens when you have a couch for almost ten years.
"Move over, I wanna sit down too." I nudged him with my foot.
Jaren ignored me. While I was oh so graciously getting him water he managed tobfind the remote and was shuffling through various movies.
Well it's your funeral.
I sat down on Jaren's legs, ignoring him immediately attempting to move by kicking legs beneath me, "So what are you gonna put on Smii7y-boy?"
Jaren shrugged, still kicking his legs. "I don't know, I'm not seeing anything I'm in the mood for. And get up you asshole!"
I nodded and pulled out my phone. It was pretty early, we could grab something to eat. "Wanna go get ice cream? Baskin Robins should still be open."
Jaren continued kicking. "Not if you're going to keep me pinned like this. And yeah, ice cream sounds great."
"Sick, give me a chance to change and we can head out." I said, finally getting off the couch.
"Fuck you." Jaren said, bending his knees, "I hope your car is out of gas."
"No you don't, cause then I wouldn't be able to get you food." I called, walking into my room to change.
After putting on a pair of recently modified pants and a fresh shirt I walked back into the living room.
With a quick confirmation that he was ready Jaren and I loaded into my car.
"You never gave me like, a real reason as to why you arrived my house with only a text." I glanced over at Jaren. While I didn't mind seeing him, thrilled actually, a surprise visit wasn't normal for anyone we knew, especially Jaren.
He shrugged, "My mom said that as much as she loved me, having me stuck at her house for more than a couple days would drive both of us insane. And she had a point, I hadn't touched a computer the entire time I was there. I was getting fidgety."
I nodded. He kept describing different things him and his parents did. Most of it went in one ear and out the other, most of the things they did together weren't something either of us were into so he'd probably forget about it in a couple days.
I cut him off halfway through a ramble about how his parents agreed to watch Octavia while he traveled. "Wait, why did you come to my house of all places? Why didn't you just head home?"
He shrugged lightly, glancing away from me. "I just wanted to see my best friend, do I really need another reason?" He looked out the window.
I furrowed my brows. The logic there didn't track. We both had lives and while visiting was appriciated, its wasn't necessarily practical. But Jaren continued to ignore my questions, diverting to another topic each time.
By the time we got to Baskin Robins I had given up figuring out why he came down. He'd tell me with time.
"Let's go get ice cream!" He opened the car door and walked up to the door and held it open for me.
"Yeah yeah man. Hey, you sure you need mire sugar with all this energy you got?"
He just laughed and walked up to the counter, "Hey, can I get a chocolate cone? One scoop, thanks. What are you gettin' dude?"
I playfully glared and recited my order to the cashier. Jaren had already pulled out his card and paid before I even reached for my wallet.
I sat down at a table with Jaren following suite. He began to ramble about different hockey teams in between bites of ice cream.
In turn I rambled about different stitches and how some new fabric I got was not cooperating with a project I was working on.
The ride home was filled with similar conversations, occasionally veering to friends and what not.
A pretty decent surprise if I do say so myself.