“Are you on World of Warcraft again?” The rather pudgy boy questioned. Clad in a white shirt and basketball shorts that fell just above his knees, he looked the part of a Warcraft nerd himself.
“Yeah, so what?” The reedy kid by the computer replied, dressed in similar garb, though he had on headphones that made it hard for him to hear his friend at the doorframe. Daren, the pudgy one, paused for a moment.
“I’m going on a nature walk with my parents. Want to come?”
“What?” the player questioned, unable to hear now in the midst of battle. Daren waited till the skirmish was over.
“I said, I’m going on a nature walk with my parents now, do you want to come along?” Daren’s friend turned on his swivel chair, hunched over from habit of bending down to look at the computer screen.
“Um… nah, I’m not really in the mood. Want to get on here and help me with this raid, instead?” He questioned, then, sighting action on screen, returned to the game at hand. Daren sighed.
“No thanks. You know I quit,” he pointed out. His friend snorted and chuckled at the same time.
“Yeah, right, man. You used to play every hour of every evening, and now you’re telling me you’ve gone stone-cold sober? You don’t have to pretend for me, man, why don’t you just join me and you can still tell everyone else that you’ve finally gotten over it.”
Daren sighed. How could he explain?
The tree outside the window coruscated in the brilliant sunlight, the wind rushing by in a gust. A robin warbled on one of its branches, Daren its audience, now that the thin boy had completely immersed himself in his game again.
“We can do this some other time. Come on, are you sure you don’t want to?”
The boy did not even respond, so completely engrossed as he was in the game, the orchestral music blaring to the epic battle that he was part of, his headphones blocking out all distraction.
Daren walked outside to find his own fantasy.
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