So I decided to test out how well I write, since I haven't in a while... And it came out like this. xD Super long, and kind of satisfying. xD Although, I have no idea how to play Sorry! Sliders, so I don't know if I got it right or not. Sorry if I didn't. xD
Anyways, enjoy and don't forget to buy a copy~. xD
You hear footsteps running towards the door as you stood at the door, looking around at your friend, Matthew Williams’, porch for the millionth time since you guys became friends.
It’s a perfectly normal porch. There’s a couple of light brown lawn chairs to your left looking out into the street, surrounding a medium-sized fire pit with marshmallow sticks leaning against it. The part of the porch to the right only had a picnic table covered in a red and white checkered tablecloth on it.
Matthew explained the fire pit to you one day, apparently Alfred Jones, his brother, used it a lot during the summer to host marshmallow parties with his friends. However, they drink alcohol more than they eat marshmallows. How ironic.
Matthew invited you over often the house he shared with his brother, mostly to play video games, or to calm each other down, even though you were both bad at cheering people up.
However, today was different. You guys were playing Sorry for the first time in forever, without Matthew’s kind of annoying brother being around.
Even though you two had a similar choice of superheros and food, he was still a bit annoying and loud… And he always kicked yours and Matthew’s ass at Sorry, which frustrated you greatly. You don’t really like losing at anything from board games to video games to staring contests, even though you’ve managed to convince yourself that you were bad at them, when you’re really not.
Matthew opening his solid brown door awoke you from your thoughts. “Hi __________. Please, come in.” Matthew moved out of the doorway so you could enter his house.
“Thanks,” You said back, stepping through the door and into the house.
When you stepped in, you were in the living room. It looks like Matthew and Alfred had rearranged the furniture since you were last here. On the wall to the left, where their white couch was before, was a new, huge TV. You can’t really see the details from the angle you saw it at, but you could tell it was really thin for a TV.
In the middle of the room sat their dark brown coffee table. Some of the paint had come off in scratch-shaped lines from years of wear and tear. They have had that table for 10 years, if you remembered correctly, but you could be totally wrong. There’s no way you’d trust your own memory unless you knew you were right about something.
On the wall to the right, where their smaller TV was before, was their white couch. There were clear stains on it, even though both Alfred and Matthew have claimed to have tried cleaning it before.
Alfred constantly spilled stuff such as Kool Aid and grease from his burgers on it. Matthew spills some maple syrup on the couch as well, but not nearly as much as Alfred does with his own American food and drinks.
Northeast to where you were standing was the kitchen. It was a small and kind of fancy kitchen, with black appliances and granite counters and a bar.
Last, but not least, there is a dining room across the house, with a dark brown table in it that can fit 6 or 7 people on it. There’s a blue flower in a thin vase in the middle of the table, it’s slightly wilted, and the stem is bent about 45 degrees. Not the best decoration for a table, but it’s better than nothing.
You looked at Matthew, and realized what he was wearing, chuckling to yourself, earning a confused expression from Matthew.
Matthew was wearing a light blue long sleeve button up shirt, a pair of slacks, and a light pink apron with a maple leaf on it. As much as you appreciated the dedication to Canada, his home country, it looked kind of ridiculous.
“Oh darn,” You heard Matthew exclaim, “the pancakes are going to get burnt! Sorry, __________, I’ll be right back.”
Matthew ran off to the kitchen, worried about the food he was making, presumably for you.
He spoke in a silent, yet adorable, voice that you loved, almost as much as his pancakes, which were ‘Canada’s gift to earth.’
His pancakes were the best things you’ve ever had. They were super flavorful and fluffy, and always perfectly cooked to a golden brown, easily the best pancakes ever. It’s hard to hate them.
You walked over to the kitchen after Matthew and rested your arms on the bar, scanning the area for the pancakes. There was a stack of about ten on the counter next to the electric stove, next to the maple syrup and the rest of the ingredients to make pancakes, where Matthew was making more.
You could smell the pancakes from where you stood, it smelled lightly of maple syrup, since he puts that in the pancake batter to give the pancakes the flavor. You can hear the pan sizzling as well, cooking the pancakes.
Matthew turns around when he finds the opportunity to and looks at you with a smile. “Do you want a pancake, __________?”
“Sure,” you say, cracking a smile yourself. You walk into the kitchen and grab a plate from one of the cupboards, then turn around, get a shiny silver fork and knife, turn again and pick up the first two pancakes on the stack with your fork. You hold the fork and knife under your plate before saying, “thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” Matthew turns back to the pancakes, continuing to cook them accordingly in his kind of cute apron…
Shaking the thoughts out of your head, you grab the maple syrup off of the counter with your right hand, open it using only your right hand somehow, and pour some on your pancakes before closing it and putting it back on the counter. You leave for the dark brown dining table and sit down in the nearest chair, removing the silverware from the bottom of the plate and placing them next to it. You picked up the fork in your left hand, the knife in your right, and proceeding to cut your pancakes into pieces so you could eat them.
After you ate half of the pancakes you picked, you heard footsteps behind you, and eventually the figure of your Canadian friend showed up in your line of vision. He sat down in the next seat to your right, having a couple of maple-syrup covered pancakes on a plate himself. He began to eat them after setting the plate down and cutting them up with his fork and knife like you did earlier.
You finished your pancakes before setting down your silverware and looking at Matthew. “So, I know you told me earlier, but where’s Alfred?”
Matthew finished what he was chewing in his mouth, and replied. “Oh, um. Alfred’s at Gilbert’s house. Alfred said that Gilbert said that he wanted to talk to him about something.”
“Ah,” you reply, not knowing what to say back.
A few more minutes of awkward silence pass by before Matthew stands up and holds on to your plate. “Is it okay if I take your plate to the kitchen and wash it?”
You look up at him and nod as a reply, allowing him to take the plate away, which he did. You stood up out of your chair once he entered the kitchen, and faced him. “Hey, where’s Sorry?”
Matthew looked up and responded to you while setting the plates in the sink. “It’s on the coffee table… Are you going to set it up?”
“May I,” you asked in reply. You realize that you totally missed it when you looked over the room earlier, making you feel a bit stupid.
“It’s no problem.” Matthew turned on the faucet as you walked over to the coffee table.
“Hey, Matthew.” You stopped when you were close to the table to ask him an important question. “What color do you want to be?”
Matthew continued to wash dishes, not hearing your question at all.
You sighed and walked up to the counter, leaning on the bar once again. “Matthew?” You could faintly hear that Matthew was humming a song, but you couldn’t tell what. Maybe it was some Canadian lullaby or something.
The blonde looked up at you and replied after turning off the faucet. “What’s wrong, __________? Did I not hear you again?” His soft voice made him seem apologetic, even though you assumed that he is. You know that he tried to make sure to listen to people, because he doesn’t want people to go through what he does.
“Yeah,” you reply immediately, “but it’s fine.”
Matthew looked down, feeling sad that he didn’t hear you. “Sorry for not hearing you, _________.”
“So what were you going to ask me?” Matthew looked up at you again, trying to forgive himself for not hearing you.
“Oh yeah. What color do you want to be?”
“Um… What color do you want to be?” It was obvious that he didn’t want the color you wanted.
“Green or blue, I haven’t really decided yet…”
“Then would it be okay if I were red?” He seemed to be feeling a little better, since you didn’t notice much sadness in his eyes anymore.
You turned around and walked towards the table as Matthew turned the water back on. He wanted to get the dishes done as soon as possible so he could play the game with you.
You started setting up the game, pulling out the board and the sliders, since you guys played the newest version of Sorry.
You looked at one of the yellow pieces and thought of the time that you and Alfred played Sorry Bowling once when Matthew was in the bathroom, using the yellow and red pieces as pins, and one of the blue pieces as the bowling ball. In short, you won, three pins to four. He only managed to knock down three of his four, while you knocked down all four. You celebrated while Alfred was in a state of semi-despair until Matthew got out and asked what happened. The rest was a short scolding on how you guys shouldn’t mess up board games while on break. Then all three of you guys put the board back together and continued playing.
You smiled at the memory and put the piece away, knowing that you weren’t going to use it, and continued to set up the board, connecting the appropriate colors to the center piece.
Right before you finished the setup process, you hear the faucet turn off, and Matthew sat across the coffee table from you shortly after. He finished the dishes, and was ready to play Sorry with you. “Do you need help setting up?”
You looked up at him after you connected the first track to the target board. “No, I got it. Thanks, though.” You looked back down at the board and set up the other track.
“It’s no problem,” Matthew put his hands on his lap and looked around the room as he patiently waited for you to set up the final pieces.
“Alright,” you said as you placed Matthew’s red pawns in front of him and your blue pawns in front of you. “Ready.”
Matthew looked at the board, then up at you once you spoke, readying himself mentally. “I’m ready too.”
“Let’s play Sorry!” You lifted one of your blue pawns in the air as you talked enthusiastically, commencing the game.
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An hour and 15 minutes later, you slid your pawn down the track, for possibly the last time in the game. This pawn was the last one that needed to reach home for you to win.
After a silent moment of the pawn gliding down the blue track, it just barely passed the home spot, giving Matthew another chance to possibly win the game, since he was in the same position as you.
You pounded the fists on the table, highly displeased that it missed. You growled lightly to yourself, this being the fourth or fifth time you’ve done that in the three games you’ve played today.
After the first game, which you lost, you asked if you guys could see who won out of two out of three rounds, since you wanted to win. You guys were currently one-one, a tie for first place. This game would decide who would win, and you really wanted to win.
Matthew noticed this and put a nervous smile on his face. “Um… __________? Are you sure you want to keep playing this… You seem a bit upset…”
“Yes.” You looked up to him, a sudden serious look on your face. “Let’s just finish the game.”
Matthew hesitated before replying, “Okay..” Matthew slid his pawn down the ramp, managing to land his pawn only centimeters away from the home spot.
You celebrated like Alfred would, slightly yelling a “hell yeah,” as you smiled and fist pumped into the air above you. You had another chance to win.
Matthew smiled as he looked at you, happy knowing that you were, even it’s temporarily.
You slid another blue pawn down the railing and waited sort of impatiently for it to stop. Fortunately, it landed just within the Home spot, granting you the win. You repeat the fist pumping movement that you did before your turn, except you fist pumped harder, and yelled louder, followed by a yawn, coincidentally.
You looked at the nearby clock, and realized that it was 5:06pm, remembering that you needed to be home by 5:30.
You stood up and stretched, Matthew looking at you as you did, not knowing why you did so.
“I need to be home by 5:30, so I should be heading home soon,” you spoke first.
“Oh,” Matthew continued, sounding kind of disappointed. He was having a good time with you, he was kind of sad to see you go. “Alright.”
“Sorry,” you said as you sat back down, “ but my mom told me I had to be back for dinner.. I wish I could hang out later, though..”
“I-it’s fine, really.” He really was sad to see you go, or so you guessed.
“Let me help you clean up the game board,” you offered, starting to pick up your blue pieces.
“Alright then.” Matthew spoke before he starting picking up his own pieces.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~More time skips~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
At 5:11pm, you guys finished packing up and put the game away in the closet together. Matthew escorted you to the door before saying your final goodbyes.
“Bye __________. I’ll see you later, right?”
“Yeah, totally. See you.” You hugged Matthew before waving and walking off of the porch and to the right, walking back to your own home.
Matthew smiled and closed the door behind you, happy that you guys spent time together without Alfred around.