I let out a grunt, punching the seat in front of me.  "My dad chucked my console out the window."  I muttered.

Max looked at me with wide eyes.  "Again?" 

I scowled to myself, nodding.

Executive summary on my papa bear: he’s a bit of a nutjob.

That is major irony right there.

Get this.  My dad is a psychologist.

He thinks video games have absolutely no benefit to humankind.  He even has this stupid theory that video games are the root of evil. Thus, he heavily disapproves of my supposed 'abnormal attraction' as he likes to call it, to video games.  He seriously drives me up the wall, with the way he's always psycho-analyzing me.  

With the way he acts, I swear his patients are way less loony than he is.

Max let out a groan and slapped his forehead.  "Alex is going to kill you, you know that right?"

"Nah, he could never murder his coolest best friend.  He'll stop talking to me for a day or two, tops and then he'll forget all about it and we'll be all good again."  I confidently stated.

Max sighed and rubbed his forehead.  "You two are always fighting.  Is it too much to ask for a day of peace and quiet?" he grumbled to himself, a cranky look on his face as he grumpily opened his magazine again.

I just grinned at him before happily settling my head back on his shoulder.  

"Wake me up when we get there."  I reminded him, already yawning.  

You see, every day after school, I would bus to the mall with Max and sneak in two hours of video game playing at the local arcade before having to drag my flat butt back home and baby-sit for my neighbor.  

My everyday schedule basically consists of waking up, play some video games, eat breakfast, play a little more video games, go to school, play with my portable game player during class, bus to the mall and play more video games and then bus back home with Max to baby-sit and play some video games with the kids.  

Great life, huh?

It's boring, I know.  Well, I did warn you how average my life was.

Max just let out a grunt in reply and continued to read his magazine.  

No more than a few moments passed when I heard some high school girls a few seats behind me let out a gasp.

"Oh my gosh!  That guy is so hot!"  One squealed out.

"Gahhh!  Let me off this bus, Mister Driver!  The man of my dreams is right there!"  Another hysterical girl called out.

"Oh my gosh!  Oh my gosh!  He’s so delicious I could just eat him up!"  Another one added to the piglet squealing.

I began to frown to myself, feeling a crease form on my forehead in annoyance.  

"Quiet!"  I barked out, not bothering to open my eyes.

The girls ignored me as they continued to talk about every single body part of the supposed hot guy.  

"Wow!  I would love to be riding that motorcycle with him, having my arms wrapped around that hot body of his.  That would be, like, the, like, epitome of romantic."  A girl dreamily said aloud.

"It'd be better if he took off that helmet and let us see the sexy face that must surely match that sexy body of his."  Another one exclaimed, sighing with the others.

At the mention of a certain vehicle, I felt Max excitedly twitch to take a look out the window.  

"Whoa, he must be really rich to afford that."  Max breathed out.

I slapped Max in the arm, my frown deepening.  "How am I supposed to sleep on you if you keep moving?"  

Max seemed to be ignoring me too as he continued to look out the window.

"Man, what I would give to just ride one of those for a day."  Max exclaimed; his attention still focused on the sight through the window.  

As expected, when Max saw a nice vehicle, I felt him poke me in my side.

"Joo-Eun you have to see it!  That's a Yamaha YZF600 Thundercat!  That’s the one!  Sweet!"  Max exclaimed, getting excited all over again.

Before he could have the chance to start spouting every painful, tiny detail about that dang motorcycle, I opened my eyes and threw my bag into Max's lap.

"Joo-Eun, what are you doing?"  Max hesitantly asked, warily eyeing me as I struggled to open up the window.

I ignored him as I finally pulled down the window and stuck my head out.  

I looked around and immediately spotted the cause of all this ruckus.  

In the next lane over, some dude on a motorcycle was speeding alongside of the bus.  

With a determined look on my face, I waved widely at him.  "Hey!  You!  Weirdo on that tricycle!"  I hollered.