I call this......I don't know yet.
He sits his bike against the railing of the Wendy's he's about to order from. Upon entering, he finds a friend of his eating dinner with his two boys. After a brief, and rather pointless conversation, he proceeds to order what is essentially his key into his next destination. Since he didn't feel right only buying something for someone else, someone he felt owed him, a lot, he got himself a little treat as well. He felt better about the situation and went about his way. Carrying two drinks on a bike proved to be difficult at the least, so he simply walked his bike there, holding both drinks in his left hand. Luckily, his next point of arrival was barely considered a walk.
As he made his way to the front door, he starts to go for his phone. His chocolate frosty, which is already halfway gone, proved to be a wise choice. He sets his bike down on the ground, and reaches his right hand into his left pocket. He takes it out, scrolls through his list of contacts, and dials a number, "Evan." His bluetooth, which was placed loosely in his left ear, offered only a computerized voice.
"At the subscribers request, this phone does not accept incoming calls."
"Crap," he thought to himself. It was at this point he remembered that his cell phone was out of commission. In a futile attempt to reach this person, he sent a text message, containing the words "I'm outside."
He didn't have a house number, so he pondered his options. He scrolled through some more names and dialed a second number, "KayLo." No answer.
"This is so gay." He knocks on the door a couple times, but to no avail. Before giving up, an idea crossed his mind. He remembered seeing his associate posting his home number on Smashboards. He unsheathes his DSi from his left pocket and clicks on "System Settings," scrolls over to "Internet" and starts to look for an access point. Nothing came up as he sucked down the last few bits of his chocolate beverage. He thought about consuming his friend's drink as well, but only if he couldn't reach him.
He rides down to the nearest McDonald's, a place which normally has free WiFi. After another failed search, he looks at his friend's drink. Ten minutes ago, it was a Frosty Float. Now, it was simply melted ice cream on top of a few ounces of Coca-Cola. He placed his straw inside and proceeded to drink it. It went down easily, partly because it wasn't as thick when he originally bought it.
"Hmmm, now I see why he gets these things." He rides back to the house and knocks on the door numerous times.
"Either no one is here, or everyone is deaf." He finishes most of the float and sits it down on the ground. At that moment, something hits him in the gut. One of those feelings that you get when you're left with a decision and you don't know what to do.
"Yeah, I should get home," he says to himself. He mounts his bike and returns to where he came from, leaving the remains of the Frosty Float behind. As he reaches the halfway mark, his phone starts to ring. He brings his bike to a halt and looks at his phone. It's an unfamiliar number, but he decides to answer anyway. Still unfamiliar with the controls of his bluetooth, he accidently ignores the caller. Without hesitation, he redials the number.
"Hello?"
"Hey, you called me?"
"You called me first." He thought to himself, "Uhhhh, no." then he realized who it was.
"Oh, yeah, right. Ummm, I got a question. Do you have Evan's house number?" There's a response, but he didn't hear it. He deactivates his bluetooth, then takes down the number. He hears laughter, but doesn't know why.
"Why are you pressing the buttons so slow?"
"Because, the.....buttons are small." They continue talking, then come to the agreement that tonight wasn't going to work. It looks like his gut feeling was right. He continues his trip home, parks his bike, and empties the contents of his pockets onto his bed. He proceeds directly to the bathroom and begins to get rid of the 5 pound waste that was his "gut feeling." He hears his cell phone go off, but is no position to answer it, or even care.
After a few more minutes of potty time, he checks his phone and sees a missed call and a new voicemail. The voicemail is from Evan, he person he tried so hard to get a hold of, but came up short. He calls Evan back, but his father picks up.
"Hello."
"Hi, is Evan there?"
"Yeah, hold on. EVAN!!!!!!"
"D*mn, he's loud."
"EVAAANN!!!!!!!!!!"
"Jesus, what are you, deaf, how can you not hear that?" As he waits for an answer, his mother walks up the steps and sees him back, a lot earlier than thought.
"That was quick."
"Yeah, I, uhhh, forgot something."
"You going back?" she questions.
"I don't know yet, I kinda don't feel like it." Another couple minutes pass and Evan finally reaches the phone.
"Hello?"
"Yeah, it's me." Sparing details, they talk about how the other person failed, but we all know who the victim really is.
"Look, King Kirby is here, so you have to come over. He's sitting here doing nothing."
"You ain't putting this on me. And why do I HAVE to come over?"
"Because he's here, and Kendall's gonna be here in 15 minutes. She should be leaving now." There's a long pause.
"I really don't feel like it..."
"You know you're coming, you're only like 5 minutes away, so just come on." Another pause.
"Alright, fine."
"Alright, call me at my house when you're outside."
"Yeah, yeah," he says while hanging up his phone. He throws his phone on the bed as he lets out a growl. He replaces all his belongings back into his pockets, but not before shooting a text to "KayLo" saying "Alright, I guess I am going back......sigh..." He grabs his bike and heads back out the door.
Evan, I hate you, and Brawl+ is a horrible game.