Liynn
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Jan 9, 2009
Devil's Kettle; a shit hole of a town with a population of less than ten thousand people. Shocking, eh? Most people think places like Devil's Kettle don't exist anymore. A full town of a measly ten thousand people? Impossible, right? Wrong. There weren't many places like this left, but there were a few and they mainly were all around each other. Devil's Kettle was surrounded by about three other towns just like it; small, quaint, completely ordinary. It was just the luck of the draw that this particular town got named so fortunately. You see, Devil's Kettle was named after this really insanely deep hole in the ground. Scientists throw all kinds of shit down there, but nothing ever comes back up. It's really, really kind of creepy, but nobody else really thinks so except the teens who live there. A giant hole in the ground really isn't a tourist attraction, so Devil's Kettle just stays a small, quiet town. It's really a perfect place for retirees, not for anyone else really.
Unfortunately, this is where Bobby and countless other teens live, in Devil's Kettle. You see, nobody really came to their little town like...ever. Sure, people drove through it on their way to bigger and better things, but no one actually stayed, bought a house, and raised a family. No, the families that have been here have been here forever. All of the children knew one another, regardless if they were in the same social class or not. The teens in this town have been friends since the sandbox and usually, sandbox love never dies.
Bobby couldn't help but grin widely as Jesse scored the winning basket to tonight's basketball game. If you didn't know them, you wouldn't believe that Bobby and Jesse had been friends since before the two could remember. Bobby was your average, everyday teenager, not really excelling at anything but decent enough in everything as well. Jesse on the other hand was your stereotypical jock. He was great at basketball, probably because the guy did nothing but practice, but still. He gave an enthusiastic wave to the male as he ran across the court, only being distracted from the game as he heard a hearty chuckle behind him. He turned slowly, his brow raised as he spotted a dumb ass redneck, Mark. "What?" He questioned, his tone a tad bitchy.
"So how many times has Jesse fucked you now?" The slightly overweight boy questioned as he adjusted his camouflage hat. Mark was someone that Bobby certainly didn't get along with. Ever since preschool the two had never gotten along, not even once. Not only was Mark repulsive, but he had a personality to match it and he was usually accusing Bobby and Jesse of being boyfriends, ever since the first goddamn time they met.
"Really, Mark? This shit again? He's my fucking best friend!" The boy protested, flipping the bird at the male. Now, usually it was Jesse who defended their friendship against this asshole, but obviously the man was kicking ass at basketball at the moment. Besides, it was obvious from how much Jesse got laid that he wasn't busy fucking Bobby on the side. Hell, it was pretty much a guarantee that Jesse had fucked more women than Mark had even thought of screwing.
"Yeah, emphasis on the fucking part." The boy said with a quick shove to Bobby's shoulder.
Bobby couldn't help but roll his eyes and groan slightly. He was used to this kind of bullshit from Mark, but he didn't really care. It was obvious that he and Jesse were best friends, nothing more, nothing less. The final bell rang, signaling the end of the game and everyone applauded the winning team and rose from their seats, some shuffling out of the doors and others heading down to congratulate the teams, Bobby being one of them. "Congratulations on the winning shot, sugar tits." The boy teased with a grin as he stepped up to the taller male.
Unfortunately, this is where Bobby and countless other teens live, in Devil's Kettle. You see, nobody really came to their little town like...ever. Sure, people drove through it on their way to bigger and better things, but no one actually stayed, bought a house, and raised a family. No, the families that have been here have been here forever. All of the children knew one another, regardless if they were in the same social class or not. The teens in this town have been friends since the sandbox and usually, sandbox love never dies.
Bobby couldn't help but grin widely as Jesse scored the winning basket to tonight's basketball game. If you didn't know them, you wouldn't believe that Bobby and Jesse had been friends since before the two could remember. Bobby was your average, everyday teenager, not really excelling at anything but decent enough in everything as well. Jesse on the other hand was your stereotypical jock. He was great at basketball, probably because the guy did nothing but practice, but still. He gave an enthusiastic wave to the male as he ran across the court, only being distracted from the game as he heard a hearty chuckle behind him. He turned slowly, his brow raised as he spotted a dumb ass redneck, Mark. "What?" He questioned, his tone a tad bitchy.
"So how many times has Jesse fucked you now?" The slightly overweight boy questioned as he adjusted his camouflage hat. Mark was someone that Bobby certainly didn't get along with. Ever since preschool the two had never gotten along, not even once. Not only was Mark repulsive, but he had a personality to match it and he was usually accusing Bobby and Jesse of being boyfriends, ever since the first goddamn time they met.
"Really, Mark? This shit again? He's my fucking best friend!" The boy protested, flipping the bird at the male. Now, usually it was Jesse who defended their friendship against this asshole, but obviously the man was kicking ass at basketball at the moment. Besides, it was obvious from how much Jesse got laid that he wasn't busy fucking Bobby on the side. Hell, it was pretty much a guarantee that Jesse had fucked more women than Mark had even thought of screwing.
"Yeah, emphasis on the fucking part." The boy said with a quick shove to Bobby's shoulder.
Bobby couldn't help but roll his eyes and groan slightly. He was used to this kind of bullshit from Mark, but he didn't really care. It was obvious that he and Jesse were best friends, nothing more, nothing less. The final bell rang, signaling the end of the game and everyone applauded the winning team and rose from their seats, some shuffling out of the doors and others heading down to congratulate the teams, Bobby being one of them. "Congratulations on the winning shot, sugar tits." The boy teased with a grin as he stepped up to the taller male.