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Welcome! This first story is called Jealousy and so is the first part of the story, so sorry for any confusion! I will put this note at the top of every story, so make sure to be on the look out! That's it and I hope you enjoy my story :)
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I suddenly scream loudly, the vibration of my vocal cords making my childish shriek scratchy and annoying. I chuckle when I hear the startled yelp and whiny complaints from my paler, glasses wearing friend. It’s probably weird to say that I like it when he chews me out like this, but I really do. It’s funny.
“Are you even listening to me?” Bad asks me, sounding annoyed with my long silence, which is just because I keep muting most of my quiet and fond chuckling at him ranting.
“Yes Bad, we were totally listening to you and understood every point you made,” Spifey said sarcastically, loving to tease Bad as much as basically everyone else. He was just so clueless and naive.
Oh, of course, I’ve totally forgotten to introduce myself. My name is Zak Ahmed, also known as Skeppy on Youtube. You might know me from my Minecraft trolling content with my good friend Badboyhalo, though some of my other friends and even roommates have made videos with me such as F1NN5TER, Spifey, TapL, and JustVurb.
“Skeppy? Hello? Are you there?” Spifey questions impatiently, the tapping of his fingers on his mouse, which picks up on the mic, breaking my internal commentary.
“Yeah, why did you call me on? What do you want?” Bad asks in a huffy tone, though his annoyance sounds lighthearted and playful.
“I don’t know, why did you get on?” I ask him, trying my best to sound confused, though Bad would believe it even if I didn’t sound convincing at all.
“What do you mean? You asked me to-” Bad exclaims, ready to get into an argument about it already. He is so easily irritated and his arguing was endearing.
“Anyway, I will tell you two what we’re doing today,” I cut Bad off, Bad making a confused and offended noise before just sighing in defeat, letting me continue, “Today we will be making a parkour area and whoever has the best parkour area wins. Okay, go!”
“Wait, I’m not ready!” Bad squeals, giggling as he immediately gets to work on his parkour area. Spifey just chuckles and starts on his and we all go quiet to start building. Except me, of course. ‘Cause I’m special. I quickly mute my mic so I can explain to the viewers because I forgot to do that before.
“What Bad and Spifey don’t know is that I got a few schematics all ready and yeah, if you see right here,” I say as I bring up the schematics in my chat box, “So yeah I’m gonna use these and they have no idea. Let’s see how this goes.”
And with that I unmute my mic, adding suddenly, “Oh yeah, I forgot to say we have themes and this theme is uh..ice. Like, cold stuff. Like the North Pole.” I’m amazing at articulating things.
I hear a groan from Spifey and an annoyed, drawn out “Skeppy!” from Bad, earning a maniacal laughter from myself.
“Now I have to change all the blocks- can we use world edit?” Bad pouts, already clicking to get a wooden axe. I swear, the way he whines and gets excited easily makes him seem more like a dog than his actual dog. His dog’s cuter. Wait, does that mean I think of Bad as cute? Bad thoughts!
“Yeah yeah, I think you guys have perms,” I mumble as I start to paste the schematic for the ice themed parkour.
“Hey - hey Bad,” Spifey calls with mischievous intent in his voice, making me pause to listen in curiosity.
“What?” Bad asks innocently, then immediately exclaims, “Hey! Slash slash undo right now!” I hear Spifey burst into laughter in response.
That’s what he says to me. What a weird thought, right? I’ve heard it towards me a million times, but since it was directed to Spifey - I don’t know. I feel...left out I guess? It’s probably because I’m not getting the footage, but I have to finish pasting this schematic.
“Alright alright,” Spifey chuckles as I hear him type the command and presumably fly back to his bedrock box as Bad mumbles something about it being not fair and threatening to do the same back to him, which makes Spifey laugh again.
“No cheating,” I suddenly say, the statement sounding a lot more serious than I meant it to.
“Okay jeez,” Spifey huffs with a click of his tongue and probably an eye roll, “But hey, I didn’t cheat, I was just...helping.”
“Helping?! You cut half of my parkour!” Exclaims an annoyed Bad, but Spifey wasn’t hearing it.
“Trust me, I was helping. I wasn’t cheating,” Spifey says and I could just visualize his stupid grin through his words.
“Wha- hey, that’s mean,” Bad pouts as he continues to build quietly.
“Wow, I think my parkour is coming along really well,” I state as the schematic finally finishes pasting, “Let’s say...one minute left?”
Spifey hums in agreement, probably just to upset poor Bad who is probably the only person here who is actually trying.
“Hey wait - okay hold on I think that I can do that,” Bad says in a more stressed tone as he starts to rush his build, which I assume is probably decently made by now because of how much time the schematic took to paste-
“Bad, let’s get married,” I hear Spifey suggest suddenly, breaking my train of thought completely.
Bad and I both seem to choke on air simultaneously, caught off guard by Spifey’s suggestion.
“What?” I shriek in shock jokingly, hoping Spifey had a good explanation for this one. I don’t like this joke very much.
“If we get married I can move in with you and we can team up against Skeppy all the time and troll him. What do you say?” Spifey says like it’s an offer, the whole thing obviously being a skit. I don’t like it.
“What kind of backward logic is that?” I ask before Bad could answer, like I’m scared of what his answer could be.
“I um...well I’m flattered by the offer, but uh,” Bad stutters politely and I can just imagine his pale face turning red as he chuckles nervously as he tries his best to take it as a joke.
“We’d have to date first,” Bad chuckles back jokingly but reasonably and, before he could say more, Spifey has more to say. I wish he didn’t.
“Then it’s decided. You are my boyfriend and we’ll get married after I move in with you,” Spifey continues with a hum, knowing exactly what he is doing.
“Well no, I didn’t mean it like that-”
“Buddy was moved from your channel,” The robot-lady voice says after I move Spifey out of the teamspeak, cutting Bad off.
“I’ll be right back,” I huff, muting my mic and taking my headphones off before he could respond, leaving him speechless and concerned. All I hear is a quiet “Skeppy?” from my headphones
I storm towards Spifey’s room, not even questioning myself on why I’m so upset or what I was doing in the first place. I burst into Spifey’s room, making him quickly turn to me in his chair and shrink as I start towards him and stand over him. Of course, if he stood up it would be obvious that, height wise, I don’t have the advantage.
“What the hell was that?” I question him angrily, though he looks like he expected this. I didn’t notice though, just continued.
“Why would you joke about that? That’s weird. You're um..making him uncomfortable,” I try to argue, but I quickly realize that I don’t know what I’m mad about. And that Spifey is smiling like an idot.
“Oh okay, then you can’t ask him out either. Jokingly,” Spifey pauses, leaning in a bit with a taunting grin, “Or seriously.”
“Wait but I - that’s not what I…” I sputter, now confused and conflicted and unsure of what to do. Am I…
“Jealous?” Spifey asks, finishing my thoughts, “That’s the word you're looking for, right? Because that’s what you are.”
“What? No, what would I - I’m not - but..” I continue to stutter as my head starts to hurt.
“Just ask him out already,” Spifey says bluntly, still grinning from ear to ear. He planned this. “You know you like him and he likes you. It’s obvious.”
“What? No, I - what?” I chuckle nervously never feeling so confused and conflicted in my life. Spifey pauses for a minute and studies my nervous face. I avoid eye contact with him as I wipe my sweaty palms on my jeans. Gross.
“Fine. You know what, I’m probably wrong,” Spifey hums, turning back to his computer casually, “I’ll ask him out then. Bad is cute anyway. Especially when you troll him. I’ll just be the one to troll him more than you.”
“No! You can’t!” I exclaim without thinking, then freeze. Shit.
I sit down slowly on Spifey’s bed as he logs out of minecraft and widens the teamspeak window. He turns to me with a grin ear to ear, knowing that I know. I always knew, I was just in denial I guess. How could I accept that I’m in love with my best friend?
“You can’t,” I repeat more calmly now, looking up at him with a determined glare, “because he’s mine.”
“I’m what?” I hear a higher pitched man squeal faintly from Spifey’s headphones and my heart drops. There, on Spifey’s screen, I see that I missed clicked earlier and moved Spifey to Bad’s personal teamspeak. And Bad was in there with him.