Kill All Your Friends

*Suii's POV*
Bob and I played forever. After we had beaten the game on co-op and engaged in a neck-and-neck face off, I heard the door open. Bob turned to who it was, missing quite a few notes. My eyes stayed glued to the screen as the small indicator meter began to tick in my direction with every note hit. As Bob furiously tried to regain his note streak, I heard D yell.

"5 bucks on Suii!" to which Helena replied, "Fine 5 bucks on Bob!"

~Time Lapse~

After we had grown weak from guitar (hero) playing, Bob and myself joined Helena, Slaughter, Jakey-Poo, Goliath, Frank, and Ray on the large couch, all of whom had chosen various random places and ways to enjoy it. Mikey and Gerard stood behind the couch, applauding our extreme gaming.

"Jeez, Suii, the way you play that thing, you act like its a real guitar!" Frank joked. At the sound of his voice, I remembered it was him who had made my room so bad ass.

"What can I say? I take my playing very seriously." I replied.

"Oh, and hey, thanks for the room, man. It kicks like, 6 kinds of ass. I fuckin love it"

"No problem" he said smiling a very smug smile. "Thought you'd liked it."

"Hey! Why doesn't my room have a bunch of crud in it?" whined Slaughter.

"Yeah!" agreed Helena. "I want fuckload o' cool shit too!"

"Okay." Gerard said calmly. "Just write down exactly what you want and how you want it and we'll get it to you as soon as we can."

"Oh....okay." said the two of them in unison.

"Well I want a computer and a desk to put it on over there," I said pointing to the empty space between the wardrobe and the foot of my bed.

"You have a computer." said Frank, followed by a louder "Room! Computer!" Just then the TV screen went from Guitar Hero menu to large Myspace home page.

"I want that!" exclaimed Helena and Slaughter at the same time.

"Oh and one more thing," he looked at me. "Room! New owner!"

"Name?" inquired the room. Frank looked at me again.

"Uh, Suii MurderFace!" I said loudly to which the room replied, "Welcome Miss MurderFace."

"It talks?" I asked, freaked out.

"Only when you switch owners." Frank explained.

"Ah...okay...so say I wanted that CD thing to play...Doomsday! Atreyu!" I tried. The CD thingy's screen blinked the words 'Insert Disc'

"Pretty much." he said, "Lemme know if you need help with it."

"Coo..." I replied.

He, Ray, Mikey and Gerard all left the room. A few seconds later, Bob's pocket made a static noise, followed by Gerard's voice.

"Hey what kinda pizza do you guys want?"

Bob pulled the radio device out of his pocket and pushed a button, looking around at all of us.

"Canadian Bacon and Bacon bits." I said. He looked around at everyone else, who all nodded in approval.

"Uh, Canadian Bacon and bacon bits." Bob answered.

"Cool. Anything else?"

Bob glanced at me just as Helena exclaimed, "Jones!"

"Who?"

We all laughed. "Jones Fufu Berry Soda." I finished loudly so Gerard could hear me.

"O...kay..let us know when you guys are ready for it."

"Gotcha." Bob replied. He put the device back in his pocket.

"Sooo....." he said, looking at each one of us individually. His gaze landed on my right pocket where my weed was.

"What?" I asked innocently.

"Wait a second...." Jakey-Poo eyed Bob suspiciously, "Do you...wanna get high with us?" he asked.

"Well if you insist," Bob replied, pulling a cigar out of his pocket and tossing it onto the red amoeba shaped coffee table infront of us.

"Roll it up." As he said this Frank walked back in. When he saw what we were about to do he eagerly sat down next to Bob.

Notes

yea....sorry for the late updates.....