Lets Bring in the New Year! Chapter One
This story is about Virgil and Richie celebrating New Year’s Eve together. I hope you like it, any feed back would be wonderful! Now let’s see what those two goofballs are up to…
Chapter One: Welcome, My Friend
Virgil was excited today. And why shouldn’t he be? After all, it was New Year’s Eve. Second, he was expecting an important guest to arrive at evening. The assumed time period was jarred, forcing Virgil to wait three hours alone; completely bored out of his mind while he waited for his visitor to come waltzing through the doorway at any given moment. During his solitary vigil, he made little productivity of his time, rather occupying himself with browsing through random television channels than make use of the precious hours given to him. On the contrary to the desire to entertain himself, he mainly ran into news reports and hazy screens due to the static induced satellite connection that their television set received. Virgil wondered whether or not he should send a bolt of electricity into the system but decided not to exert power on such an unneeded effort. He reasoned that the screen would most likely still remain in its current state and he most likely would be tired because his put forth of electric lightning. He sighed, stretching his arms into the air as he flopped down on the maroon sofa cushions beneath him.
Absentmindedly, Virgil tapped the tips of his fingers on the armrest of the couch, growing impatient as he watched the silent, unmoving door handle to his family’s dwelling. As if on cue, the doorbell suddenly rang. The loud buzzing noise soon demolished the silence that had prevailed throughout most of that lazy Saturday afternoon.
“I’ll get it!” Virgil Hawkins called as he sprang up from his sprawled position on the couch, nearly tripping on lopsided pillows in his haste to reach the entrance of his house before anyone else could. Once he arrived at the door, Virgil pulled himself up short, clearing his throat before he began his interrogation.
“Who’s there?” From the opposite side of the door came a muffled yet merry reply.
“Yo Virgil, it’s me!” Virgil cocked his head forward, cupping a hand around his ear in an attempt to hear better.
“Who’s me?” Virgil could visualize the blonde, broad-rimmed glasses-wearing boy roll his eyes heavenward in aggravation at Virgil’s child-like antics. He stifled a giggle at the sound of his friend’s slightly irritated retort.
“Who else would it be, Virg?”
“I dunno…you could be the pizza man for all I know!” There was a moment of silence before Virgil received a hasty preposition,
“Well…what if I am the pizza man, huh? Wouldn’t you want to open the door to get some food?” Virgil scratched his chin, pondering the notion for a moment before he shook his head sadly; his dreads swishing against the nape of his neck in a wayward manner.
“Naturally I can’t pass up an invitation for a good meal but I know for a fact that you’re not the pizza man.”
“Aw come on V! Just open the door already!” A smug grin crept up at the corner of Virgil’s mouth, a result of his assumed victory over the situation. The teenager threw open the door to reveal a person resembling nothing even remotely close to a pizza delivery man. A delighted smile replaced the cocky grin Virgil had previously worn upon his face as soon as his dark, hazel brown eyes withheld the image of his long time best-friend and partner, Richie Folley. The bright flash of teeth intensified as Richie returned the greeting with a similar expression of his own; his smile making his face glow with warmth as an intelligent spark filled his pupils with a quirky sense of joy.
After taking a minute to examine the image of his friend, Virgil abruptly laughed for he realized that Richie was attempting to balance a stack of packages in his arms without falling over.
“Hold up Rich, let me help ya with those boxes!” Virgil lifted a box from the top of the teetering pile and began to grab another one when Richie’s balance finally gave out; sending them both crashing to the floor amidst a pile of ribbon, streamers and plastic bags. The two friends glanced at each other and the mess that they had made. A fit of laughter over took them as they viewed the product of their stupidity. Virgil shook his head with mirth as Richie gripped his stomach; spouts of chuckles coming from both of their mouths. As their amusement faded away, they began the task of picking up the soiled food from the boxes that had spilled open onto the Hawkins beige carpet.
“Yo V, check it! The snacks are still good! Even the Cocoa Cola didn’t fizz up too badly. I picked up a case of it on the way here and my mom also gave me a tin of cookies and a few bags of chips to contribute to our feast tonight!”
“That’s awesome, man! My pop’s already ordered the pizza so everything’s set.”
“You didn’t forget to order some pineapple-ham pizza, right?”
“Don’t I always get that kind for you?”
“Yeah, but I was just making sure you didn’t forget Virg.”
“Like I would, you’ve ordered the same type of pizza since we were four so I doubt you’d change your favorite sort of pizza now.”
“True, but one can never be sure with you nowadays.” Virgil quirked an eyebrow and sulkily replied,
“And what’s that supposed to mean?”
“Ha hah, nothing except that you sometimes get distracted and forget about simple things.”
“Whatever,” Virgil mumbled, heading towards the kitchen, “I’ll get a mop. Grab some bowls from under the counter and start pouring chips into them.” Richie straightened up, throwing a stiff salute at Virgil’s retreating figure,
“Yes Sir!”
Virgil and Richie from Static Shock (c) DC