DISCLAIMER: These characters belong to Capcom…but I totally wrote this story!!
A/N:I loved the whole Phoenix-and-Edgeworth-and-Larry-as-kids thing, and I thought there totally wasn't enough about it in the game…so I'm making this. I'm not sure how many chapters this is going to be, but I guess we'll figure that out together. Hope you all like chapter one!
During recess that Tuesday, Phoenix Wright, Larry Butz, and Miles Edgeworth gathered at the swings to do nothing in particular, like always. The morning had been dreadfully boring, and Larry said that he had to tell them something.
"What'd you have to tell us?" Miles asked.
"Huh?" Larry said, confused, playing with the chain connected to the swing.
"All morning you kept saying you had something to tell us," he said, irritated. "That's all you were talking about."
Larry stared up at the sky thoughtfully, as if trying to remember it. "Oh yeah!" Larry laughed, Phoenix following suit. Miles folded his arms.
"My dad said I could have a sleepover on Friday. You guys going to come?"
Phoenix high-fived Larry. "Yeah! I can go, sure." They both looked at Miles.
Miles could feel himself turning red with embarrassment. Not only would he need to ask his dad, but he didn't have a clue what you could do at a sleepover; he'd never been to one.
He remembered from books that it's pretty much just sleeping at someone else's house. That's it, right? "Hmm. I can probably come; I'll just have to ask my dad. What time is it?"
"It's from three on Saturday to eleven on Sunday." Larry smiled, excited he'd have his friends over for a sleepover.
Miles knew that the only way he was going to get through this was if he did some research.
That Saturday, the same week, Miles got up bright and early at nine a.m. to prepare for Larry's sleepover.
Miles had found out from his dad and other resources (books, internet, et cetera) that at a sleepover, you needed to bring a sleeping bag (which Miles found in the back of a hallway closet, covered in dust), a pillow, and a night's worth of hygiene products, like toothpaste and a toothbrush. Some books also said that the host usually has games or activities planned, and that generally, people "eat or play games until they fall asleep, and sometimes never do fall asleep."
Upon reading that, Miles had thought People go through an entire night without sleep? And who "eats themselves" to sleep? Who eats at two o'clock in the morning anyway?
He couldn't help but wonder why he had agreed to go. He was just going to be acting like a "party pooper". He would look like a fool.
But if I just wing it…Miles argued with himself. If I just lay low, I'll be fine. How much trouble could Larry and Phoenix be at a sleepover, anyway?
Miles rang the doorbell to Larry's middle-class-sized house, holding a small backpack with a change of clothes, pajamas, and a toothbrush/toothpaste, a sleeping bag, and a pillow. He was right on time.
Larry came to the door in an orange tank and ripped jeans. Phoenix was right behind him. "Miles, dude, come in! The party's downstairs."
"Party?" Miles repeated, eyebrows furrowing. "I thought you said it was just us three."
"Huh? It is," Larry laughed.
Miles turned red and walked in. He had been there only a minute and already he made himself look like an imbecile. Phoenix and Larry immediately forgot about it, but Miles knew it was going to be a long nineteen hours. What was he supposed to do at a sleepover with his two friends for such a long period of time?
"Okay, Larry. What are we going to be doing all night?" Miles finally asked, walking towards the basement to put his stuff down.
"You know, I didn't really plan that out," Larry admitted. Miles was shocked – all the books he had read said that the host was supposed to have everything ready for when the guests arrived.
But then again, it's Larry. Miles thought grimly, and glared at him.
"Don't look at Larry like that!" Phoenix laughed. "But seriously…what are we supposed to do for the next, um, day?"
"Well, we can go shoot hoops outside," Larry suggested
Basketball…? Miles thought. I don't know how to play basketball
"Cool!" Phoenix cheered and headed upstairs with Larry. Miles sighed and walked up with them, wondering what was going to happen next. He wasn't very athletic at all, and rarely played sports.
Miles stopped dead in his tracks, panting like a dog, sweating like he never had before.
Why am I doing this…? He couldn't help but think to himself as Larry and Phoenix came over to him. They weren't sweating at all, he mused, and were hardly short of breath. Both of them burst out laughing.
"Wh…What…is…so…f-funny?" Miles tried to say between pants.
"Dude, you look so…so…!" Phoenix couldn't finish his statement. "It's like you've never played basketball before!"
Miles forced a wry laugh, and tried to steady his breath. "R-Right…now, can we please…go inside?"
Larry, recovering from his fit of laughter, said, "Sure, dude. There's probably more to do in there than out here."
"Th-thank you…" Miles followed Larry and Phoenix inside the house. He had only been there an hour and already he was sweating and out of breath. This only made him anticipate about what's to come – and not in a good way.
"Okay," Miles poured himself a glass of water and gulped it down. "What are we doing now?"
"Well, I'm hungry," Larry grinned. Phoenix grinned along, and Miles was completely lost. What are they getting at…?
A/N:And so ends chapter one. Chapter two should be up soon. I've already started writing it. Please review – it really helps me! Thanks for reading and see you at chapter two!