One Missed Call 2

 

            “Hey Denny, wassup!” I said.

            “Hey, did you learn how to fly yet?”  He asked with his chubby smile.

            Denny was a big kid, wearing XXXL sized tshirts, often wears a baseball cap backwards and is very, very Asian but holds a pair of chopsticks with his fist.

            “Not yet! But I’ll keep workin on it!” I replied, “Oh look, Salina Chow Chow is coming!”

            Salina Chao was her full name and Chao was pronounced Chow so that’s how her nickname started.  She had her hair dyed light brown, two rolls on her neck which she despises and would often photoshop it out of her pictures and around my height, 5 ft something.  Salina walks up, smacks me on the back of my head and waved to Denny.

            “Hey” she greeted.

            “’Sup” Denny replied.

            The three of us started to walk on the neatly paved, silver walkway passing all kinds of neat, clean buildings.  The barking of a large dog was heard from a close proximity.  Denny spotted it and we stopped.  He glanced at it and started walking again.  We did too.  Soon, we got to George and Valiant’s residence.  We rang the bell.  A black skinned Asian with an unshaven face opened the door.  We quickly looked away.

            “Whaaa?” George asked.

            “Oh god, you’re so ugly, especially in the morning!” I said.

            “Damnnnnn, what happened to your face?” Denny asked.

            “And damn! What the hell are you wearing?” Salina pointed and shrieked.

            George looked down.  He was wearing a tight pink shirt with a medium length blue skirt.  He looked up, with flushed cheeks.

            I brought my hands to my face and did the Sherlock pose, stroking my chin.

            “Soooooo, you’re a crossdresser.  I learned something new today.” I concluded. 

            “It…it…it’s not what you think…uh…uh…”George stammered.

            “George, what’s going on man?” a distant voice shouted.

            A shadowy figure came from a distance toward the sunlight shining through the door.  Soon, his light brown face was lit and his long, black hair shined.  It was Valiant.  He put his shoulders around George.

            The three of us stood watching as George froze like a stone statue.

            “Ahh… kinky…” I concluded one again, without my Sherlock pose.

            Salina buried her face into Denny’s fat on his back, trying not to look up.  Denny looked down, shaking his head hoping his thoughts would go away.

“So, anyways, we gotta meet Jonny at the festival… we’ll wait… out here…. With the door closed…” I said, trying to hide my awkward and disturbed look.  Don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against people with a different sexual preference. It’s their life, I have no objections. But I just don’t want to see it live myself.  I mean, sure they can do what normal couples do in real life, just not the kinky stuff if you know what I mean.

            Ten minutes later, the two got dressed, cleaned up and looked normal.  We were quiet walking through a scene that resemble like a fairy tale.  The clean, neatly lined bricks made the walkway we walked on, surrounding it were buildings similar to mini castles, without the aging cracks and such.  Green grass and flowers were lining neatly in various places and a butterfly actually flew by as we walked.  While I was mesmerized by the scene, Jonny appeared.  Jonny is such a white boy.  He’s a skinny, tall skater boy who loves DDR.  In fact, he’s our DDR God.  But that’s just a title I gave him in our little Asian Crew. 

            “Yo! That took long, I waited forever! Let’s go! Hurry!” Jonny quickly shouted.

            We kept on walking, while he skipped in front of the group.  The six of us would make the Asian Crew.  A title I dubbed myself, which makes me the leader, which also makes me important! Haha.

“So, what do you think of this place?” Salina asked.

            “Awesome!” I replied.

            “I like it better than Westminster infested with tuberculosis.” Denny replied.

            Westminster was a high school our Asian Crew one time or another went to.   Salina and I graduated there first.  After we graduated, tuberculosis took over the school and everyone had to get immunized.  I was relieved that we were gone before that outbreak happened. Denny and Valiant is our age, but due to certain circumstances, they are one grade lower than us so they didn’t graduate along with the other two.  Jonny and George are two years younger than us, how we met them is a mystery, but we did.  Oh, I should explain our situation right now.  So it started with a cell phone call which turned out an angry little ghost girl calling people through their cell and predicting their deaths.  True to her word, she’d kill them in the craziest ways.  Her trademark was to leave the corpse with a ball of red candy in their mouths.  So, the calls got through my crew, except for me, who witnessed all of them die. 

I actually kind of got to this place myself, if you know what I mean.  Luckily, we didn’t end up in Hell, which is surprising. I mean, Valiant and George were gay which is a sin, Denny embarrassed the whole human race with his clumsiness and whatnot, Salina “accidently” seen hentai (Cartoon porn) and I killed me, which is kinda like murder, it’s definitely against the law in real life (no really, it is!). 

Anyways, we ended up in this place, I guess it would be heaven? I can’t fly though.  We don’t have wings, but we have the funky halo. It’s kinda like Goku from Dragonball Z when he was in heaven but he didn’t have wings.  But he could fly still!  So, we’re pretty much doing whatever we want up here. 

There’s a festival today and there’s supposedly a DDR competition so we’re going to compete and win a year’s supply of whipped cream!  I would start drooling everytime I think of the prize.  I even had a dream stuffing my face with it, it was gooooodddddd.

“Ok, we’re here!” Jonny exclaimed, “Let’s find the DDR competition!”

“WHIPPPEEEEDDD CREEEEAAAAMMMMM WOOTTTTTT!” I screamed.

“Hey, look at the huge sign! What’s it say? Daaaa….Daaaa…..uhhhhh” Denny said puzzled.

“You idiot! It says The DDR Competition!” Salina yelled, “that’s for not graduating from school!”

Salina smacked Denny on the back of the head.  Denny let out a yip, similar to

when a puppy jumps.  In fact, a puppy from a short distance was licking a piece of poop happily.  I made a face.  Denny looked too and stuck his tongue out and said “Bleh”.  Once he did that, the small puppy ran and started licking his leg.  Being Denny, who’s afraid of small dogs, he started to cry.

            “HELPPPPP!!! I’m scarrreeeedddddd!” Denny screamed in a high pitched voice.

            “Don’t move Denny! If you do, he might bite! Just let his poop tongue lick your legs!” I said.

            Denny cried even more.

            “Haha! Maybe he thinks his leg’s chicken! I mean, Denny is probably made out of it.  He eats them so much! HAHA, He probably tastes like chicken too!” Jonny said laughing.

“Shut up Jonny, he may be made of chicken….” Salina paused and looked at Denny’s shiny, tear-covered face, “maybe he IS a chicken, that doesn’t mean…. What was my point again? Ah, forget it.”

Salina walks over and kicks the dog away.

“Guys, DDR?” George asked.
Jonny and I looked at each other and then started sprinting toward the

competition!