"You really did all that for a Chewbacca toy?" I ask him, raising an eyebrow. Kevin hugs his new Chewie teddy tightly, his eyes sparkling.

"I don't care! I got Chewbacca!" He cheers, holding his bear up like Silba was held in The Lion King. I smile at his cuteness.

"You almost got stuck behind the machine Kev." I remind him, and he shrugs still staring at his now beloved possession.

"I guess that means I need to go on a diet." Kevin says, looking down at his flat stomach and I scoff.

"Sure you do." I tell him, placing one hand on my hip. "Have you looked in a mirror recently? You're stick thin and freakishly tall." I say, grabbing his loose shirt and lifting it up to reveal his stomach. Kevin jumps back from me, almost dropping Chewie in the process, as the cold air hits his stomach.

"You just touched my P!ATD shirt with your filthy peasant hands.. No kiss for you." He says a discussed look on his face. He walks forward and leans against a wall.

"It's a shirt." I say, my voice flat as I lean next to him. He gasps, clearly offended.

"It's not just a shirt! It's a tribute to Bredon Urie!" Kevin exclaims and I laugh.

"You're so cute sometimes." I tell him, standing in front of him. Kevin smiles at me, his cheeks turning a rosy pink, and stands up too, glancing around the arcade.

"The struggle." He whines, "there's nothing free! Stan and Kyle won't stop with DDR."

I glance over at the DDR station, and see clearly that Stan and Kyle are still playing. They both look exhausted and Stan keeps wobbling but they're not giving up on the machine any time soon.

"Hey fag!" I turn and look in the direction where the voice came from.

It doesn't take much to guess who it is.

Eric Cartman.

"What do you want fatass?" I ask, my arms crossed.

"World domination, death of the Jews, no minorities in my water park, but those are things that I have to do on my own." He says, shrugging.

"Fuck you, you racist, fat pig." Kyle shouts over, his gaze still fixed on the screen, his legs still moving at a rapid speed.

"I'm kidding Kahl! Well.. Kind of.. But I want someone to play with me!" He begs, looking from me to Kevin.

Before I can say anything, Kevin is already standing next to Cartman.

"I'm going to slaughter you in this." He says. He places Chewbacca on the floor next to the machine and taking money out of his pocket and placing it onto the machine.

I walk over, and stand next to Kevin. "Are you sure this is a good idea? We can do something else." I ask, but Kevin shakes his head.

"I'm amazing at Mortal Kombat! I'll never turn down a challenge from a fellow player!" Kevin exclaims, as Cartman signs off onto the home screen.

"What happened to Kenny?" I ask Cartman, and he scoffs.

"That perverted dick left with Red and Bebe." He tells me as he and Kevin click onto character select.

"He obviously doesn't know that Red is Craig's cousin, and if Craig ever found out he would-"

"He's doing it to get Craig's attention. It's what he told me anyway, poor piece of shit." Cartman shrugs, selecting to play as Scorpion.

"I'll let you know, that I know all of Mileena's attacks and fatalities." Kevin brags, selecting to play as her.

"And? Scorpion is the best." Cartman says back, and the screen turns to a loading one as they wait for the characters to spawn in an area.

"If you know how to use him." Kevin points out, getting into a position were he's at best with the controls. Cartman stretches, and then cracks his fingers.

"I'm a pro at this game. You don't know who you're gaming with nerd." Cartman tells him, smirking as the screen loads up.

"Mileena Vs Scorpion." The voice erupts from the machine, and Kevin smiles happily. "Three. Two. One. Fight."

As soon as the words are sounded out, Kevin and Cartman's gazes lock onto the screen and they are no longer talking properly.

They're like whole new people when they play.

Cartman is no longer talking or bashing people, he's staring at the screen. His hands are securely latched onto the controls, and his fingers move slowly over the buttons as he starts to preform some simple combos. He's moving around, trying to block Kevin's screen.

"That's cheating!" Kevin complains, bumping Cartman with his hip.

Kevin's way of playing, is much different. He's stance is stooped so he can see the screen, as he is almost taller than the machine, and his grip on the controller isn't as tight. His fingers move over the buttons, swift and quick as he performs some complicated combos. His tongue is stuck out of the corner of his mouth in concentration, and it's adorable.

"Don't hip bump me!" Cartman says, moving closer to Kevin as random sound effects burst from the machine. Slashes, blood splatters and shouts.

"Then don't get in," Kevin sucks in a breath as a feminine shout erupts from the machine. "The way!" He bumps Cartman again.

"Mileena wins!" The voice says, and Kevin laughs.

"Yes! Take that!" Kevin says, nudging Cartman. He scoffs.

"That's one round asshole, and I'm only just getting started." Kevin rolls his eyes, and attempt to blow a strand of hair out of his face as the second round begins. His hands are set on the controls, as he dodges some attacks from Cartman.

I lean closer to Kevin, and reach my hand out, removing the strand of hair that fell in his eyes. I remove my hand and watch as his cheeks slowly turn pink, and the corners of his lips turn up in a smile.

"Thanks Clyde." He says, his eyes still  locked on the flashing screen. 

"Stop being gay, gaywads." Cartman says, and a feminine yelp, then a shrilling scream escape from the machine.

"Stop button mashing." Kevin says back, and Cartman scoffs. I glance down at his hands, and see that he's rapidly pressing down on any button available and is moving the controller crazily. It results in Scorpion jumping wildly away from any of Mileena's attacks, and hitting her whenever they get close.

"I'm not button mashing. You just suck balls." Cartman says, raising his leg and hitting Kevin with his foot. Kevin wobbles and falls, straight into me.

Unfortunate for me, Kevin is tall, and I'm not. He knocks into me, making my fall onto the floor with him I on top of me. Our faces are mere centimetres apart, our noses brushing. Kevin's cheeks are now red, and my own are defiantly darker.

"Scorpion wins!"

"Ha! I win fa- oh my god you guys are having sex!" Cartman exclaims, and Kevin jumps up, hitting his head on the machine in the process.

"Sugar!" He exclaims, placing his hand on the place he bumped. I stand up, and grab his hand.

"Are you okay Kev?" I ask, worry lacing my voice.

"No. It really hurts." He whines, gripping onto my hand.

"So, you're not playing anymore?" Cartman asks, and I roll my eyes.

"No. Come on Kev." I pull him against me, and we walk out of the arcade. "We're going to my house to get some ice for your head."

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So next chapter, will be the day of the play. And unfortunately, that means the book is ending soon.

CYA LATER NERDZ