FLAPPY BIRD!- A Birthday Special for the Captain

(A/N Jordan's POV)

I woke up to the sound of really fast knocking on my window. Why, I did not know. Who was knocking is a completely different question. “Come on...Go away,” I mumbled, shoving my head back into the pillow. “Jordan, get up. It's your birthday and we're taking you out,” a girl's muffled voice replied back. I looked up into the sunlit window and mumbled, “Red? What the hell?” “Get up, get in the shower, get dressed and get your butt out here so I can explain,” she replied. I could see her clearly now, with her hood drawn up around her face because of the cold. And Nick, who was standing next to her with the biggest smirk on his face. “C'mon Jordan, we don't want to have to send in the reinforcements,” he laughed. “What reinforcements?” I asked as I sat up, rubbing my eyes. Three faces rose above the windowsill, one furry, the others human. Jerome, Mitch and Jerome's adoptive sister and Mitch's girlfriend, Snow. Snow quickly clasped her hand over her mouth and started giggling.  I looked down and realised why. I may or may not have been sleeping without a shirt.  Red just smirked and rolled her eyes as Mitch raised an eyebrow at his girlfriend.  “Give us five minutes,” I said as I got up. Luckily, I was only shirtless.

So I sleepily got ready and walked outside into the freezing cold winter air. “So, the point of this exercise is?” I asked, wrapping my jacket tightly around me. “I have no idea; you'll have to ask them,” Jerome replied, jabbing a thumb at Red and Nick. Nick rolled his eyes as Red face-palmed. “We were stalking your Twitter feed and saw that you'd never played 'Flappy Bird' before so we're taking you to the RSVM.net server to show you.  We have it shut off to the public so we're having a party there,” Red explain as she watched Mitch carefully make a snowball. I'd heard of 'Flappy Bird' before and apparently, it's an 'addictive, annoying game that makes you rage-quit'. But they had booked the server just for my birthday so I couldn't turn them down. “Fine,” I smiled, mostly because Red and Jerome were both glaring at Mitch and Snow and wiping snow out of their faces. It did look really funny. “Great!” Nick smirked as he dodges a snowball on course for his head. I shook my head with a smile as Mitch raged over his missed shot.

“C'mon, let's go!” Snow glared at Jerome who was making a snow-Bacca. Red just took one look at Mitch and he took off down the road. “How the hell does that work?!” Snow and Nick looked bewildered as they watched Mitch sprint away. “Fear tactics and sibling dominance,” I smirked as I nudged snow into Jerome's furry face. So, after five minutes of coaxing Jerome out of the snow and Mitch out of a tree (Usually, it's the other way around), we finally set off for the server. On foot AND in the snow. It was not my idea. *cough* Jerome *cough*. So, in short, by the time we got to the server an hour later, we were frozen and Jerome looked like an albino Bigfoot.  We met up with Sky, Ty, Jason, Ant, Bodil, Ian and Lancey (who had played this before as well as Sky and Ant), Bashur and Xrpmx13. Quentin was going to come but apparently Vengelfe had had the opportunity to visit so, yeah. I was received with warm welcomes and my own pet watermelon from Bash.

“Now take care of her,” he said as he gently lifted it from a basket into my arms. “Thanks Bash,” I smiled as I took it from him. As soon as Bashur was out of ear-shot, Snow leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Jordan, what the hell are you going to do with that?” “Give it to Ty so he'll destroy it rather then blow up the server,” I said with a smirk. She looked at me like I was an alien, “Since when do you come up with good ideas?”

“I have no idea.”

“You two coming or what?” Ty called over to us. Everyone else had disappeared off into other games. We walked over to where he was standing which turned out to be the lobby for 'Flappy Bird'. “Red stuck me with you 'cause apparently I rage-quit and blow stuff up and that you could help,” he rolled his eyes with a smile. I had to admit, Red knew what to do with her brothers. “Ty, it's a fact that you rage-quit,” Snow rolled her eyes at him as she looked at the 'Flappy Bird' maps, “Sparkly, you gonna choose the map?” “Yeah, might at well,” I said as I joined her near the wall. I gave the wall a quick scan and pointed to a map in the right-hand corner. “Let's go with that one,” I said, glancing behind me at Ty and Snow.

So we teleported into a game with black 'pipes' and a blue background. “Well, Jordan, you should go first,” Ty said as he teleported in behind me. “That would be a good idea if I had a clue what to do,” I replied as Snow teleported in. “Easy. Just flap the feather and don't let the bird die,” she said as she handed me the feather. So I did as she said and failed. Miserably. I could hear Ty sniggering behind me. I tried again, manoeuvring the chicken around the pipes. This time I got three. Ty shut up immediately. I think I beat his highscore. I kept going, each time getting a better score. After ten turns, I had a perfect score of thirty. Ty was shocked, Snow smiled and I was downright impressed that I didn't make a fool of myself. Ty went next and, on his first try, failed as I had. We quickly gave him the watermelon. Bashur was going to kill me. There was nothing left of that melon when Ty was done with it. “Thank Notch for Bash,” Snow muttered as she leaned against the wall. “Definitely,” I smiled as I watched Ty go for his second attempt. It turned out like the first. Ty looked furious as he dug around in his pockets. He brought out some throw-able TNT and threw the feather on the ground. Snow sent out a look that said 'let's go!' so I followed her advice and quickly teleported out of the game.

We were running down the steps to the main square when the explosion went off. Ty must of used a lot of TNT because the explosion was really loud. Just when the flames died down and a dishevelled, blackened Ty walked out of the rubble with a smirk plastered on his face, another explosion flared up. We thought Ty had hit something important but then an ashen crew of Bash, Jason, Ryan and Lancey walked out of the lobby. Bash was smiling. “You ran faster than us,” Ryan said as they joined us. “Ty gave us a bit more warning,” Snow smirked, glancing at Ty, “The melon went first, then the game.” “WHAT?!?!” Bash screamed as his gaze flung to Ty, “YOU MURDERED MY CHILD!!” Ty sprinted away with Bash hot on his heels. We laughed. A lot. I fell on the floor. We all did. But a jubilant cry came from the lobby of 'Flappy Bird'. Sky, Ant, Jerome and Red came out laughing with Ian, Mitch and Bodil right behind them. The weird thing was that Red was on Jerome's shoulders and Sky was on Ant's. Taylor seemed to be struggling. “What the hell happened here?” Jason asked, giving his girlfriend a confused look. “We had bets going. I was betting with Jerome and Adam with Taylor. The loser had to carry the winner to lunch. As you can see, Adam and I won,” Red smirked as she slipped off Jerome's shoulders. The look of relief on Tay's face when Sky got off was hilarious. “I'm back,” Ty came jogging back, flipping his hair from his eyes. “Where's the watermelon?” I asked as Ty sat on the ground. “Left him at the gate,” he replied, wiping sweat from his face, “He couldn't keep up.” The seven who hadn't seen Bash's reaction raised eyebrows but then Red saw the smoke and smirked. It was an awkward silence but was broken by a growl. We all looked at Mitch who smiled sheepishly. “What? I'm hungry,” he said. We all shook our heads and rolled our eyes. Then we made our way to a long table with a white tablecloth and LOTS of food. Bash met us there, still glaring at Ty. Mitch and Jerome took one look at the food then looked at me with pleading eyes. “Go on then,” I smiled. They dove towards the table. We all sat around and, within an hour, had filled ourselves with food. “Thank you all for this little surprise. I didn't really expect anything like this. And I learnt to play 'Flappy Bird' so it's win-win,” I smiled, looking down the table at my friends, “It was definitely a birthday to remember.”