Story Prompt #1

Prompt: Write a story in which someone says “You'll never be content.”

Blue didn't do his homework. It was 3 AM. Why was he up so late?

It was his roommate, perhaps. That awful Red dude bothered him. Even though his roommate would flip through porn magazines and drink a thousand beer cans, Blue knew he was smart. Blue failed in class. He was 18, so why bother?

He spent the whole night locked in his small bedroom, playing an old video game that his dad paid all the money for. He pressed his hands on the buttons of the janky controller, placing a firm grip on it when he hit a curveball. As he reached the end of the level, he heard a knock on the door. Who was it? This had to be obvious.

“LET ME IN!” A raspy voice yelled behind the door.

“Ughhhh, stop yelling at me. I'm in the middle of something.” Blue didn't want to hear him again.

“Seriously, Blue.” Red yanked the door, his voice shrieking to a halt. “I must tell you something.”

Blue paused the game and removed his headset. This was gonna suck.

He opened the door, hoping Red wouldn’t get caught. Red burst through, stripped down to a thong and baseball cap. He never wore a shirt, even when it was cold out.

Red immediately jumped onto Blue’s bed, his neatly folded sheets already ruined with the amount of sticky pizza grease Red had from sleeping next to him every night. If he slept at all, which Red rarely did.

“Heyyyy Blue! Let’s make out with each other.”

“Oh. You’re doing THAT again?” Blue walked near his roommate, noticing the dirt near his mattress. “You’ve told me that several times. And every time I said no.”

“But there’s something even more interesting.” Red banged his tall, scrawny body against the smelly blankets. “We should make babies together.”

“What the hell did you say?!” Blue leaned hunchback over his roommate’s shoulder, his long and fiery hair blocking the path. “You can’t go around telling me stupid shit like that. If you say you’ll frick me one more time, I’ll beat the crap out of you.”

“WHAAT!! Are you crazy, girl?!”

The young bluish man kicked off his sneakers and lay flat on the bed, next to Red’s unwashed body. “It doesn’t matter. You boast about your good looks, but you haven’t showered in MONTHS. Sure, you get the girls, but you don’t know anyone. Except me and your band. And stop saying I’m. A. Freaking. GIRL!!”

Red placed an arm around his roommate’s shoulder, as if they made love rather than coping with each other. “Nah, I make shit up. It’s because I love you.”

“Seriously?! Do you love me? You’ll never be content. It’s like you don’t care about me.”

Red hugged his roommate, not caring about his personal boundaries. He snuggled his greasy legs in a fetal position. “I DO care about you. I wanna have fun.”

“What do you call fun?” Blue responded in a deadpan voice.

“You know. Fuckin’, screwin’, partyin’, and gettin’ drunk. All that jazz.”

“Whatever.” Blue sighed.