This is Just a Dream {Soren}

[SOREN SOMERSETT]

This was turning into the most boring fucking night ever. Soren was sitting on the floor of his living room with Liam, Jake, Wilson, RJ, Matt, and some random dudes that Matt had brought, playing Temple Run on his phone, while the rest of them were humming or tapping fingers on the floor or staring into space. They’d tried playing FIFA ’11, but Matt had just creamed them all. They’d tried ordering takeout, but couldn’t agree on what the fuck to order, and also they were all completely fucking broke, because money doesn’t grow on trees, man. Then they’d tried buying beer, but the broke thing. And then they’d tried watching TV, but there wasn’t any soccer on except some stupid Chelsea v. Swindon game that nobody wanted to fucking watch. So yeah. This shit sucked.

”Yo man, this is boring,” said Wilson, kicking a heel into the ground. ”Let’s fucking do something.”

Soren tried to restrain himself from rolling his eyes. ”Yeah man!” [/i]agreed Liam articulately. ”Let’s go get some chicks, man!”

Soren cleared his throat. He’d seriously just about had it with these stupid fucks. ”And how, oh great connoisseur of club culture, are you proposing that we transport ourselves to said ‘chicks’?”

The soccer bros and other random dudes he didn’t know stared at him for a second. ”Look, man, I dunno what half those there words meant,”[/i] began Liam, ”but I dunno man,drive?”

”I told you, Sebastien’s still borrowing my car.”

”Subway? Bus?”[/b]

”Look man, none of us got any money.” This time, Soren couldn’t help rolling his eyes. ”We all blew it at fucking Coney Island yesterday, remember?” The dudes all nodded in sudden comprehension. Good. They were finally getting somewhere.

Suddenly, a group of loud, dissonant screams echoed through the wall. Everyone froze. ”Who…lives over there?” asked one of Matt’s random bros that Soren had never seen before in his fucking life.

Soren shrugged. ”Some sorority chicks.”

”Dude,” said RJ suddenly. ”Let’s go check out what’s going on over there, man.”

The dudes all nodded in agreement. Soren stood up and followed them out, wondering why the hell he had invited these dudes over again. Then, before he knew it, he was standing with a large group of guys in Kerli Stewart’s apartment, watching a group of girls giggle and shriek in front of a TV. Jake pressed a finger to his lips and began to tiptoe over in the dark. The guys followed him in a line. Then, all of a sudden, all the guys were screaming, mockingly, in high falsettos. ”OMG!”[/i] screamed Wilson, waving his arms like some kind of dumb cat or something. ”Mommy!”[/i] hollered another one of Matt’s random friends. RJ and Matt grabbed each other, pretending to hide their faces from the screen. Soren joined in the random trolling and screaming, reveling in the back of his mind in the fucking stupidity of what he was doing.

[SOREN SOMERSETT]

RISING UP, STRAIGHT TO THE TOP

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Okay, so Soren had totally known this was going to end badly. Actually, he’d know this was going to end badly the very second his phone had rung and he’d heard Matt’s stupid squeaky little fucking voice on the phone asking ”Hey man, mind if some dudes and I come over?” God, he fucking hated people with no common sense, who went and did stupid shit like this as if it were just some normal fucking deal. Come to think of it, you know what? It wasn’t even common sense. Soren just fucking hated stupid people. He hated people who couldn’t fucking figure things out, who couldn’t look at a group of girls in a bedroom without running his ass all the way into the fucking room and acting like a fucking douchebag. It was times like these when Soren felt like he was the only person in the world who literally understood anything. God he thought to himself, watching the dudes he considered his best friends make fucking idiots out of themselves. This is a dumb world.

“Soren. Kitchen. Now.”

”Oh, right,” Soren grumbled as he followed Kerli into her kitchen. ”Because this is my fault. Everything’s me, isn’t it?” He leaned against the counter when they entered the room, tapping his fingers anxiously against the marble surface. ”Okay, what’s up?” As if he didn’t know.

“What are you doing?!”

”What am I doing? I’m standing in a fucking kitchen talking to you, clearly.” The words shot out of his mouth before he could get a handle on the situation. God fucking damnit Soren, why do you have to be such a smartass all the time? ”Sorry, that was—“

Too late. “What makes you think it’s okay for you and your friends to just walk into my apartment, uninvited like that! This is not your apartment! You cannot just come over her whenever it pleases you!”

Soren suppressed the influx of snarky comments that was streaming into his mind, exhaling. ”Yo, this was not my idea, okay? I know this looks bad, but…” he glanced around nervously. ”Look, the guys are just being…you know guys. And stupid. I tried to stop them, I swear, and you know what, we should probably just—“ Soren turned around to face the living room. ”Yo, Matt! RJ! Lezgo! Queen Bee wants us outta here!” He clapped his hands in a businesslike manner, straightening up and clearing his throat. ”Right, well, sorry to bother you. We’ll just, uh, get out of your hair then, and—“

”Yo, man! hollered Wilson from the living room.

Soren rolled his eyes. ”What, Wilson?”

”Yo dude, these chicks wanna play Never Have I Ever. Whatcha say, man?”

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Jesus Christ, Never Have I Ever. That sounded like some shitty game you’d play in like a Kindergarten classroom. He rolled his eyes again, for probably the seventeen-millionth time that night. ”Uh, Kerli, you in?”


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[SOREN SOMERSETT]

RISING UP, STRAIGHT TO THE TOP

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Jesus christ, this chick must have been on her period or something. He’d said he was fucking leaving, god almighty. What, did she think his bros were going to do, scruff up her carpet by having violent sex with her sorority chicks? Ruin her special little sleepover? God damn it, why couldn’t they just have gone and hit up a club tonight?

“Honestly at this point in time, why would you think I wanted to see you? I don’t care that ‘it wasn’t your idea’ or that you ‘tried’ to stop it! You obviously didn’t try very hard, because you were in there acting like just as much of an idiot as the rest of your friends!”

Soren rolled his eyes. Was this actually happening right now? Actually? God fucking damnit, he really hated other people. He probably should just go and lived in his closet for the next six years or so. At least then, stupid fucking humans wouldn’t be pissing him off all the time. ”Oh, and what the fuck did you want me to do, physically restrain them with all the fuckin’ ropes and chains in my possession? ‘Obviously didn’t try very hard,’ right, I mean, you’d know better than I would, clearly, since you were there and I wasn’t. Causation and correlation, girl! Jesus Christ, live a little.” You know what? Fuck this chick and her sob stories. Nobody yelled at Soren Somersett, especially after what he’d…well, maybe she’d forgotten about that. Or maybe he’d fucking hallucinated it, for all he knew. Not like there’d been any other witnesses around.

“Sure. Why the hell not!” she snapped, “Go join your idiot friends and the ‘hot babes’!”

”Don’t see any reason why I shouldn’t go join my idiot friends and the hot babes, since I, you know, enjoy having a little fun every once in a while.” He inclined his head towards the dudes and chicks in the living room, who had long since forgotten the movie and were laughing raucously as they arranged themselves in a circle for the game. ”Yeah, I know, fun, right? Foreign concept, I’m sure.”

That got her, he supposed. Before he knew it they had joined the circle in the living room, waiting to see who the first victim would be. Oh shit, they were going to bring out the drinks, weren’t they? Soren accepted the glass that was offered to him, digging into his back pocket to pull out the Capri-sun style apple cider packet he always carried around. While everyone else was focused on the drink table, he quietly filled his glass with cider. Beautiful. Nobody ever noticed at parties like these.

“Okay, who’s first?”

”Aw, I got one!”

[/i] called Matt, sounding hammered already. The guys cheered and laughed, a behavior which Soren emulated, hiding his distaste as best he could. This’ll be spectacular as always, I’m sure, he thought sourly to himself.

”Uh…okay…here goes…” Matt winked at the nearest girl, then threw back his head and hollered, ”Never have I ever hooked up on the quad!”

Damnit. Well, there was that. Soren took his first sip of cider, wrinkling his nose at the memory. Fuck, she had been ugly. What had her name been? Bernie or some shit? And wait…Matt hadn’t hooked up on the quad? Well fuck, man, where in God’s name had he hooked up?


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[SOREN SOMERSETT]

RISING UP, STRAIGHT TO THE TOP

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They were barely like, two minutes into this god damn game, and Soren was already sick of it. Seriously, what were they, five-year-old girls? Soren had obviously done all the shit that people were saying, and he was pretty sure most of the soccer bros had too. So why the fuck were they taking drinks and shit for it? God damn, this was such a waste of time. Soren had a fucking paper to write for Composition.

Not that he did homework or anything. Because only losers did homework. Seriously. Fuck homework.

“I was having fun—until you arrived.”

”Ohoho, diss,” Soren muttered, trying to restrain himself from glaring at these stupid fucks around the circle. Casablanca-worthy dialogue there. Mr. Darcy himself would envy the snark.

“Oh, my turn!” Kerli heard Brooke giggle, “Never have I ever….,” she paused, looking a Kerli with a playful smile. Oh, god. “Never have I ever made out with a Barrie soccer player.”

Soren and Kerli locked eyes.

Kerli took a drink.

Soren felt the sweat blossoming on his palms as he joined in the cacophony. ”Aw yeah, wonder who that could be,” he commented, fist-pounding RJ in a nice and macho manner. Because he totally didn’t know. Nope. Not at all. She clearly didn’t remember anything else about that night, so why should he? That’s right. He totally shouldn’t.

Thankfully it did move on, to another one of her sisters. “Never have I ever mooned someone!”

Soren took a drink instinctively. Then he paused. ”Wait, is it once for every time you’ve done it, or just once if you’ve done it at all?” He took a few more, just to be safe.

”Soren’s turn!”

[/i] called John. ”Yeah, Soren, you got this man!”[/i] chorused the other boys.

Soren rolled his eyes and dug into his mind for something he hadn’t done. Was there really anything he hadn’t done? Well, wait, he supposed there was one thing. ”Alright, dudes, here goes. Never have I ever played that stupidass game called Spin the Bottle.”

He waited, wondering if anyone would take a drink, and hoped that they wouldn’t, because seriously, that game was almost as fucking stupid as this one.

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