Typical Boy (Jack)

[Zac Stanson]

Jesus Christ, those legs. Zac was supposed to be out here practicing, but he was easily distracted. He watched as the girl stood with her friends, probably talking about the latest fashion magazines, or something. Her legs had to be longer than his and he was 6 foot (6' 1" to be exact). What he wouldn't do to get his hands on that-

Suddenly his attention was diverted by his entire skin turning into brickwork. He realised he was accidentally leaning on the wall beside him. If he didn't have any clothes on he might have been camouflaged. Heh. With a shake of his head he returned back to normal. It was a trick he had been trying recently, and mostly it had worked. Perhaps he was getting a little more control over his power. Although he had just accidentally turned into a wall.

Zac went back to staring at the girl. She was probably 17 and liked horse riding and gymnastics. She was probably really flexible, almost freakishly so, but not quite, just on that edge.
"This isn't creepy at all..." He said to himself.

[Jack McCarthy]

If Jack ever spent nearly as much time outside procrastinating and generally doing nothing whatsoever, he would be the smartest person in the world. But for now Jack had plenty of time on his hands these days, just to chill out and do what ever.

Jack sitting at his place observed with some amusement, some kid looking almost entranced by some random hot blond chick nearby. Jack sensing a chance to mess things up for him, Jack sneaked right up to the kid and shouted loud enough her the girl to hear.

“OH MY GOD YOU WANT TO DO WHAT TO HER WITH A PINEAPPLE?! THAT’S JUST SICK”

[Zac Stanson]

Zac had no idea someone had snuck up behind him. The only clue was the shout about pineapples, causing Zac to jump. The girl he had been looking at turned her head and gave him the bird, shouting something like, "Pig!" and walked off. Zac turned to the boy, cheeks flaring and teeth gritted. It wasn't so much that he had interrupted his 'training session' that got him annoyed, it was the fact that the guy had humiliated him.

"What. The. Fuck. Was that?" Zac was much taller than the guy, so sort of loomed over him. He was probably quite intimidating.

[Jack McCarthy]

Jack instantly almost kneeled over in laughter, these were the moments that Jack Mccarthy lived for, really and honestly he did, it truly was a thing a wonder and beauty.

“Oh man…oh man!” Jack exclaimed trying to contain his obnoxious laughter. “The look on your face, priceless! HA! Oh man…I hope she spreads that around, because that shit’s hysterical…It’s hysterical that you do that I mean….well at least that’s the rumour going around”

[Zac Stanson]

What. A. Dickwad. Not even that. Less than that. A wankstain, a piece of worthless shit. Not any old bog standard (pun not intended), normal, every day shit, because that could be used as fertiliser, but a really watery shit, not watery enough to get you off work for diarrhoea, but enough for it to easily split the paper, meaning you get watery, almost-diarrhoea shit on your fingers. That was this guy. And didn't Zac let him know it. Actually, his exact words were, "You fucking piece of diarrhoea-esque shit."

After he had finished ranting, Zac took a step back and folded his arms. "What's your name, diarrhoea stain?"

[Jack McCarthy]

Woah, woah woah! There was no need to for that kind of language, where the hell did this hostility come from, for a simple school boy prank, where was he suddenly the victims of abuse by a man who had a unhealthy obsession with poop?

Jack put his hands up innocently, “Wow calm down, scat-ter-brains, Just trying to have some fun. Y’know shits and giggles…and it was pretty funny. I can see how you would think it is standing over there, but over-here it’s sooo funny… I’m Jack by the way”

[Zac Stanson]

Jesus Zac, he told himself, calm down. He's right, it was a stupid thing to do, but there's no need to get so worked up about it. Just because you're annoyed about the stupid bricks and your stupid power, it doesn't mean you gave to take it out on this guy.

There was a long silence, before Zac broke it. "I'm Zac. And you have a point. Just, next time use more words. Really describe what I supposedly wanted to do to her, in long, descriptive detail. The ladies love that."

[Jack McCarthy]

What’s this? A man who didn’t want to instantly punch Jack in the face after only a few seconds of meeting him? Something that didn’t fly completely off the handle after conversing for a few moments?

Some body pinch him. Jack feels faint

“I’m Jack. Aloha…That’s Hawaiian by the way, in case you didn’t know….even though I’m not Hawaiian….I’m Jack, and maybe telling girls exactly where you’re going to stick a pineapple, is going to get a few restraining order thrown your way.”

[Zac Stanson]

Just because he didn't actually punch Jack in the face doesn't mean Zac didn't want to. He just happened to be more frustrated with himself at that time than this guy. But he could ignore them for a second. Although, taking out his frustration on this guy may not be such a bad idea. Perhaps not.

"Ah, but that's where you're wrong. You see, my wit, charm and good looks ensure that any girl who has the pleasure of meeting me would wish and beg for a pineapple anywhere, just so long that I was holding it to me." Zac was quiet for a second. "Except for that one particular girl, but she's probably allergic to pineapples." Zac grinned his cocky usual grin.