Thread:Mirai Moon/@comment-5525077-20151222020410/@comment-5870363-20160723114937

Fantastic Tales of My Youth

by Joran van Doorn

Chapter 1 - What If?

22:34, March 5th, 2016.

Last time I spoke to Rachel. Of course it was a terrible way to end communications, but did I really have a choice? My halfwit friends didn't help. Every time they got a chance they'd spam her or actually harass her in person. I didn't want to be tied to this s**t anymore. I know she hates me because of this. If only those dumbasses could've minded their own damn business. Of course they couldn't. They're notorious for this. I don't know what compels them to stick their noses in my love life, but they never seem to fail when it comes to screwing up my chances with women.

T'was the same case with Erin, about a year and a half before Rachel cut ties with me and my moronic squad. I barely had a chance to have a conversation with Erin, mostly due to the fact that she was in French and I was in English, but in the rare instances that I did talk to her, it was almost like an alarm went off in my friends' thick heads which signified 'its time to go f**k up another potential relationship' and within 5 minutes they'd be circling us like vultures.

I met these morons in the 8th grade. They were friends with a highly talented programmer at my school named Daniel, who was already one of my closer friends as we'd known eachother for about 5 years. One day, when I went over to Dan's for a weekly coding session, he had invited the two other guys over as well. I shook hands and introduced myself. Nik and Cam were their names. I noticed they were very much alike; obnoxious, arrogant, discriminatory, the list goes on. We were having a typical coding session before it got cut short by Nik and Cam wanting to go play some football at the nearby park. After 5 minutes of harassment, we finally gave in and went out to play football.