Ooh, last chapter!

Chapter 9: Visiting The Hostel.

Gumball's face tightened as he furiously flicked the control stick on his controller. BlackCrashers VI was hard enough, but with Kevanovic easily schooling him, he felt like he was an amateur in a world-class gaming competition.
"500 points!" Kevanovic said over the online connection. The level ended and the scores tallied up.
"250600 to 46755, I win again!" Kevanovic declared. "That's fourteen wins in a row!"
Gumball sighed and rolled his eyes. Kevanovic was a gamer, a skater and a guitarist. At the current moment, Gumball was more interested in finding out what he couldn't do.
"Best of 29?" Kevanovic challenged.
Gumball quickly typed 'No' into the game.
"Dude, you're just too good at this." Gumball said.
Kevanovic probably shrugged, Gumball couldn't tell over the audio conversation they were having.
"Hey, how about you and Darwin come over and visit me?" Kevanovic asked. "I could use company. I live at the new student hostel near the school."
"Sure, we can do that." Gumball said. "We'll be there in about twenty minutes."

Gumball and Darwin found the hostel quite easily. It was four floors, freshly painted white and shaped in a block-like letter U, circling a small walkway that winded through a field of grass in the middle.
"Nice place." Darwin noted.
A quiet strumming of an electric guitar caught their attention. Kevanovic was sitting on a wooden bench, changed into his usual clothes, his headset ever present over his head and his Fender in his hands as he struck a series of easy notes.
"He plays the guitar?" Darwin asked.
"Yep." Gumball nodded.
Kevanovic paid no attention as the two of them walked up next to him.
He stopped playing and set his guitar down.
"Hey guys." He said. "Glad you could make it."
"Where's you're room?" Gumball asked, pointing at the rooms on the upper floors.
Kevanovic shrugged. "I'll show you, but you won't be too fond of it."

Turns out, Gumball wasn't fond of it.
Kevanovic's room was a one room house with blue walls an air conditioner and a window that ran across one wall, covered by yellow curtains. An elevated bed sat at one side of the room, with a desk underneath it, a television, a phone and a laptop sat on it. A game system was connected to the televison.
All of it would have been very nice if hadn't been so messy. Two blanket were draped over the side of the bed, papers, jeans and t-shirts scattered across the room and hanging in strange places. The remote for the game system was tangled among other cords that twisted in every direction but never untangled themselves. A skateboard was tucked under the bed, it's wheels sticking in the air. Papers and books crowded the table and spread onto the floor. Posters of Punk bands, motivational quotes and one that read: I'm not racist, if I hate people, I hate them equally, were plastered onto the walls and ceiling in awkward angles.
"Yep, my prebivaliste." Kevanovic muttered, then realized he had said it in Serbian. "I mean, my residence."
Gumball's jaw hung open. "Dude, I wish I could have a room of my own like this." He said. "But without the posters. And mom would never let me have a mess like this."
Kevanovic chuckled. "This?! This is actually as clean as it can get with me! I was born to be messy."
"Well that explains your locker." Gumball presumed.
Kevanovic went inside his room and promptly tripped over one of his books.
"Yep. Born messy." Kevanovic smirked, dusting himself off. He turned to his friends. "How about we go get a snack instead?"
Gumball nodded in agreement.

Soon, the three friends sat down outside the hostel. Gumball and Darwin had a bag of chips, while Kevanovic kept taking swings of soda.
"So how long have you guys known each other?" Kevanovic asked.
"All my life." Darwin said, nostalgic with memories of growing up with Gumball.
"Yep. He sprouted legs just a few years ago." Gumball added. "Before that he was just a tiny goldfish."
"Have you ever had the urge to eat him?" Kevanovic asked suddenly.
Gumball nearly choked on a chip. "What?!" He asked in horror.
Kevanovic raised his arms. "Sorry, just thinking out loud. Besides, you're a cat, he's a fish. Common misconception."
Gumball sighed with relief. Kevanovic's mobile rang. He fumbled in his pocket and frowned.
"Darn, more tutoring classes." He muttered. "And history, on top of it."
"You don't like history?" Darwin asked.
"I grew up in Serbia, of course I hate history, especially my history." Kevanovic muttered, the angry look in his eyes returning, just as it did whenever someone talked about his country.
Gumball decided to change the topic.
"So, we see you on monday then? Because me and Darwin have to get home soon." Kevanovic got up. He took another swing from his can of soda. "I guess." He said.
Gumball and Darwin got up and started walking home, waving goodbye.

END.

Yes, I know, abrupt end to the story. But it hasn't become as popular as I hoped and the whole story didn't seem to be going anywhere. Plus, Kevanovic was becoming to much of a mary-stu in my opinion. But never fear, I'll be back, with better ideas, but I have to concentrate on other things for a while. Thank you.

Also, if you're reading this 5 months down the road, it's always recommended that you review. Be advice or anything I don't mind.

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