So, I have all these stories but they're really short and I don't want to post them all individually so here we go. Like a short story collection by Stephen King, only less important.

Gaming with someone with twenty more years of experience was a bad idea.

"Oh come on! You cheated!"

"No, I didn't. I just used my resources."

"You're a piece of shit!" Bulla threw her controller down.

"Ah, come on Princess, don't pout," He teased and tilted up her head.

"I want a rematch. And let's make this interesting," Bulla grinned wickedly.

Lapis smirked and quirked an eyebrow, "Name your terms."

"Loser bottoms tonight."

"That punishment is cruel," But Lapis was smiling.

"Then you'd better win," she said slyly as she picked up the despised piece of plastic.

The game began. A basic racing game. Nothing too terrible.

Until the zombie showed up.

Of course, 17 would choose this game. Bulla's nose wrinkled up in disgust as guts flew in all directions.

"I'm dating a twelve-year-old trapped in a 45-year old's body."

"If you want to get technical, you're dating a 45-year-old, who acts like a 12-year-old while in an 18-year-old's body."

"Don't be a smartass."

"But that's my job."

"You're fired."

Suddenly, her monster truck's tires grew slick in a puddle of pixelated blood. She veered off the road and into a tree. Fire consumed the whole screen in typical Micheal Bay fashion as the car exploded, revealing her character's charred skeleton.

"I guess you could say that back fired."

Bulla groaned and laid back. In red, dripping letters, 'Game Over' appeared onscreen.

Lapis grinned, "Shut up, I'm hilarious."