Devil's Kettle; a shithole 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 they could remember. Bobby was your average, everyday teenager, not really excelling at anything but decent enough in everything else too. 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 crowd as he ran across the court, only being distracted from the game when 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 bit 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 before heading out or congratulating them, 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.<|im_end|>
He's panicking. He's gonna go right. Just keep bouncing the ball. Dribble it quickly... Trick his eyes up. He's gonna go left. I'm gonna fake em' then go right. I'm going to pass to Ricky, run up to center court and catch the ball. I'm then gonna shoot a three-pointer... Show these fucking pansy-ass boys what a real basketball champ can do.
Just as Jesse had mapped out in his head, he was doing. He bounced that brown ball, dribbling it between his legs. His sparkling emerald eyes stayed on the male before him as he dribbled the ball through his legs one more time before gracefully moving to his left, and spinning right. He tripped up the brunette before him. Calling out Ricky's name, he then passed the ball. Somehow through all of that he noticed Bobby's wave. Green eyes darted over to his BF and he managed a wave as well while he ran up to the center of the court.
JESS! shouted Ricky snapping the blonde back into reality. He nodded, the ball came flying to him. Taking a couple more steps he shot the ball.
Cuff~
That sweet sound of the net catching his ears. YEAH! he roared triumphantly as that bell rang. It felt good. Real good to kick that other team's ass.
"Yeah way to go Jess...shooting that three-pointer like that..."
"Shit dude it was nothing. I can do that with my eyes blindfolded and my an arm tied behind my back."
He grinned widely as they all lined up to shake the losing team's hands. There was nothing sweeter to him than the decadent taste of victory.
"Congratulations on the winning shot, sugar tits."
"Thanks, sweet cheeks."
Jesse replied with a grin as he turned to face Bobby. Oh sweet dear Bobby. He was the only friend he could hang out with that was always obsessing over his awesomeness at life. Bobby was the only other person out of the whole school he could feel human with...normal for once. The only person who didn't expect so much of him. For such qualities in a person, the kid earned a lot of respect from him... And anybody else around who didn't want to face the wrath of Jesse.
"Holy shit dude. I've got something real exciting to show you after game. After I come from the showers meet me at my car. You're gonna love this..."
The blond said shortly before darting off into the lockers. He had been planning this day for months. His favorite group, Sexahollic XXX, was coming to their town. They were an all-girl group who rocked hard as shit. He'd never liked girl bands....but this band rocked hard. They played heavy metal all while looking sexy, and sounding good. He quickly showered, combing back his shoulder length blonde hair with his fingers before tossing on his white tee and blue denim jeans. Putting on his boots, he hurried out to the parking lot of the school.
"Alright, you are going to love this, dude. Sexahollic, that group I was telling you about is coming to our town. I heard they can really play live... it's not like they lip sync or any of that bullshit. I know you aren't into all the music I'm into but you'll like these girls. They have this kind of effect on me you know~ Like when Dalilah...the lead singer sings...I feel like I'm in a whole 'nother place like some weird twilight zone shit. But anyway, hurry come on hop in so I can show you..."
Jesse urged Bobby, as he unlocked the car doors to his mustang... Well, dad's mustang. Whatever he let him drive it like it was his.
"Hey, pass me one of those beers from the back seat when you get in," Jesse added.<|im_end|>