3 Did I fucking say you could stop partying? (Part 1)

*DING DONG, BING BONG*

"Coming," said Arin even when the people outside couldn't hear him, and headed to the door.

He opened it, and there were Uncle Arin and Suzy. They were carrying a couple bags and a present.

A little clarification here: Uncle Arin is Danny's work partner/best friend/soulmate. Both of them hosted the YouTube channel "Game Grumps," where, as the name suggest, they did let's plays and lost their shit over games they sucked at. Which were most of them.

But that was part of the charm.

And, unlike what you might think, Danny didn't name his son Arin in honor of his work partner/best friend/soulmate; they hadn't met at that time. According to Danny, that was just a coincidence. He and Ashley were so fucking high when they were discussing possible names for their son, and they ended up agreeing Arin was a fun name and it could work for either a boy or a girl.

Also it was the best name of the list—but that's up to debate.

· F

· Sexbang (it's pronounced "blank Sexbang")

· ⅋4w0♥e9Usd®8HUπoℵ←☺+3w!!! (it's pronounced "Kevin")

· Sunshine

· Chair

· Nirvana

· Rush

· Smashmouth

· Danny 2

· Stegosaurus

· Gimmy Sexbang (Yeah, they thought that was hilarious at the time)

· Geddy Lee Sexbang (Danny proposed this one because 1) Geddy Lee, duh, and 2) it kinda sounds like "Getting the sexbang," according to a super high Danny)

· Spoompls

· Stabby McTaco

· Razor

· Blazor

· Blyzor, conqueror of galaxies

· Amalthea—if it was a girl

· Schmendrick—if it was a boy

· Steve

· Steve

· Arin.

So they named him that way.

And stopped getting high—they were now parents after all. And wasn't Ashley pregnant?! God, they were SO irresponsible. What the hell were they thinking?!

Anyway.

"Here's the birthday boy! Lil' Arin! Arin número dos!" Uncle Arin exclaimed and gave a gloomy and distracted Arin a big, big hug.

And the reason lil' Arin was gloomy and distracted despite being his birthday was, of course, Beck.

This week he specifically—and "casually"—texted her more than once when his birthday was.

She even replied: "Cool Ill wish u hppy bday then (cool emoji with sunglasses, birthday cake emoji, thumbs up emoji)"

"Maybe we can go celebrate or something (one hundred emoji, happy emoji with stars instead of eyes, happy emoji with party hat and that thing you blow on parties but it's not a dude or a dick or anything sexual, kissing and winking emoji)"

And at that time Arin was like "HOLY FUCK!" because she had never sent him the kissing and winking emoji.

Maybe that meant they both were getting really close to each other.

Maybe soon they'd start having conversations in real life.

Hopefully.

Anyway, Beck hadn't texted Arin yet, and he was getting a little depressed because of that. He had it all planned out: Beck would wish him happy birthday early, he then would ask here where it would be a cool place to celebrate—he didn't know any—and maybe after that he would ask her if she wanted to meet him somewhere before the party. Maybe, like, go grab some coffee or something.

If she wanted.

No big deal if she didn't.

But it would be cool to talk a little bit, you know. The hadn't talked a lot recently, so that would be a great opportunity to catch up or something.

And maybe Beck went partying last night so she was a little hungover, or still asleep. Maybe that's why she hadn't texted him yet.

Or maybe she just forgot.

And if that was the case, maybe he should text her; if he didn't start the conversation, maybe she'd never will.

But that would be a little cruel, don't you think? She may feel bad she forgot.

Yeah, but if he kept waiting, he could lose this chance to hang out with her.

"You ok, buddy?" Asked Uncle Arin. A little while had already passed, and lil' Arin was still hugging his uncle.

"Oh, sorry," lil' Arin let his uncle go and took a step back. "I was just thinking about tonight's party," he said, and technically he wasn't lying.

"Oh, so you're having a big party tonight, huh?" Uncle Arin asked with a sly grin.

"I hope so," Arin replied, and that wasn't a lie either. "Oh, hey, Suzy."

"Hey, nephew. Happy birthday," Suzy said with a nice smile and hugged Arin. "Anyway, your amazing aunt and her husband got you a little something." He handed him a big present covered in a black wrap.

"Um, actually," Uncle Arin pretended he was an "um, actually" guy, "we have two little somethings for you," he went to his car, opened the trunk and took an obnoxiously big present covered in a pink wrap.

Suzy sighed and glared at her husband in a "I can't believe you actually bought that. It sucks, and I told you I was going to take care of my nephew's gift!" way.

Anyway, Arin opened his gifts.

First the one from Suzy. It was a 40th anniversary limited edition of Rush's album "Farewell to kings;" it included 3CDs, a Blu-ray Audio disc with a 5.1 surround mix, 3 1977 promo videos, and 4 180g LPs.

"Holy shit!" exclaimed an awestruck Arin. "Are you for real?! This is so cool! Thanks, Suzy!" Arin hugged Suzy, and she hid her petty disappointment with a smile. I mean, a "thanks, Suzy" was fine, but a "thanks, Aunt Suzy" would have been much, much better; I mean, it was just a word, and he used to call her that all the time when he was a kid. Also, she just gave him the best edition available of Arin's favorite album of all time, according to Danny—but he was wrong, though.

Arin's favorite album was "Loveless" by My Bloody Valentine.

Anyway, Arin's gift was expensive as fuck, so Suzy really deserved at least one "Aunt Suzy."

But Arin didn't seem to care and opened Uncle Arin's gift. It was an inflatable costume of Sonic the Hedgehog®.

He was speechless.

"Isn't it cool?" Asked Uncle Arin. "I saw it on the store and I was like 'gotta buy fast,'" he said this last part doing his Sonic impersonation. "And then I was like 'gotta buy fast another one for Arin.'"

"Oh, neat… Thanks," Arin said with a big, fake smile and gave his uncle a big, fake hug because God! What was Uncle Arin thinking?! Lil' Arin was not a kid anymore, and both Sonic and costumes were for kids. Well, he could wear a costume on Halloween parties, but probably everyone would kick the shit outta him if he showed to one of those wearing that; I mean, those costumes were so hittable; they were like those inflatable clowns that get back up every time you hit them.

Or was he the only one who thought that?

Anyway, he was not a kid anymore, and he should be treated as a fellow adult.

But if he wanted to be treated like that, he should act accordingly, so maybe he should stop calling Arin "Uncle Arin;" that was very childish, and the very reason why he stopped calling Suzy "Aunt Suzy" in the first place.

But calling Uncle Arin "Arin" would be weird, though; it may seem like he's referring to himself in third person.

He would totally look like a pretentious prick.

Or so he thought.

"You ok, kid?" Uncle Arin asked. "You're really spacing out today."

"Oh, yeah, no, um… please come in," he said went inside the house so fast he left Uncle Arin and Suzy alone.

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"I told you that was a stupid gift," Suzy whispered to her husband, and he stared at his wife pretending to be mad—he was a little mad, though; that was an amazing gift, and if it wasn't, why did he bought one for him in the first place!

Wait! Lil' Arin and him could wear matching contumes next Halloween!

Holy shit! That would be amazing!

Anyway…

"You know he's not your nephew, right," he replied.

That comment made Suzy a little mad, and the fact that something that petty made her a little mad made her a little madder.

"Shut up, uNcLe ArIn… that's stupid, you're stupid, shut up."

Yeah, whatever. They both got into the house and headed to the backyard.