Let's start a story.
(Typing this on my phone, sorry for any misspelled words)
Between all the Chuck books we've read I'm sure we can make a hectic story. I'm sure it's done before but let's just go ahead and give it a try with minimum flaming.
Course I'll start it off, and I wont limit this to one sentence only.
It was the first time for both of them, him 17 and trying to get it done with and out of the way, and her 16, thinking she'd be in love forever. The slow fellatio, the trembling hands over each others geography and finally, the awkward eye meeting insert A to B sex ed realization of the actual act.
Him on top "the man" he thought, remembering his plan as his body moved like the short choppy motion of a wave runner, seizuring above. You know, "the plan" sex with her now, a few small dates, some unreplied emails, then missing a big date and slowly breaking up.
You know, the slow dragged out death that animals get, because after all, we are animals. The problem with having sex in a public park (especially your first time) is how unpredictable nature can be.
Climbing for that all important glorious climax a man does shoot, things are getting real hot between the two clothes sweaty bodies, him a good 40 pounds heavier than her. 160 VS 120.
All of this is going great, up until an oak tree stars to fall, she, Julie, conscious and aware of the impending doom tried to move and get free but Andrew is too caught up in his cummings.
The tree lands on top of Andrew, severing his spine and leaving a good deep gash in his back, while Julie underneath him, legs stretched out, remains screaming between it all.
The ambulances cried, the parents shamed, the neighbors saw, the whole world herd that tree fall.
Inside the Doctors office good news isn't in sight. The cut is so deep on Andrews back and Julie was so pressed into that the only way the two can live is by severing both pairs of legs and sewing the two together!!!!
lol it's long, but that's what I wanted to write about.
two kids boning, and idiot thinking he could hit n it n quit it with a naive girl who ultimately have to make the most romantically unpleasant procedure ever and be sewn together!
Make something up from there, any which way you wanna go 
hopefully that's good, and mind you I am on my phone!
Looking back down at the manuscript I couldn't help but think; that guy who wrote before this guy was a cop out. At least this guy writing now is continuing on the same thought-ish. Well there must be different authors, that would be the only way to explain the different writing styles. I'm just wounding what the next writer is going to do? Especially now that the protagonist shows a considerable amount and self-awareness. With a knack to break the fourth wall. In truth I should just get back to reading the manuscript, but I don't want to. Really where the flying fuck is it going to go? It kinda played it's card a little early, reads more like a promotion for a read then an actual read. Besides what medical knowledge did that guy know. Two idiots fuck, a tree falls on them( I'm willing to forgive that for the sack of a good story), now there stuck together due to the aforementioned tree.
This might be interesting is I was high. Wait my cousin gave me a half joint! Laugh if you want but I'm broke, and I need something to support my cannabis habit. trust me on this, I'm better baked then drunk. Alcohol and me have a long and sordid history, none of it good. God hates me, I don't have that half joint on me.
So back to that manuscript. Aw. That lady walked by and kicked my shins. Bitch. I looked around the laundromat again. That guy on the laptop, now avoiding all forms of social decency and subtly and is looking at porn. Shemale porn form what I can gather, but I was really not looking. I decided it would be bet for me to leave that place immediately. Screw my sneakers, I'll leave them there. Someone will open that machine call poison control and they'll declare it a biochemical hazard.
"The rat inside your brain rules the world."
Citizen Kane SUCKED!!!!!!! True fact.
Alcoholism is the cure not the disease.
Thus read the manuscript in my hand as I sat at Spin City, the laundromat with free wi-fi and a video game room in the back. Guy next to me in the plastic chair, guy with bad odor, stinky guy... picks his nose and pulls up Second Life on his laptop. I can't help but look at the screen. He has this stupid ass avatar dressed like some biker sitting on a pose ball in a torture dungeon. I get up to check on my washer which is making unusual groaning noises. Oh My Fucking God. the machine is overflowing with soap suds. the suds are running amok on the tiled floor and forming a great white mountain along the stainless steel machines in row five. The clerk attendant assistant manager key lady whatever is rounding the machines and gives me a hard look. I decided not to tell her I had placed two pairs of wet canvas shoes in the machine for a cleaning. I had worn those fuckers for over two months without socks and the inner liners had become rank to the point I was afraid to smoke near them out of fear of an explosion. She asked if I had measured the soap level and I was too embarrassed to say yes so I blurted out, "My bad. Mea culpa. May I clean it up some how?" To which she sneered and turned to fetch the pile of towels from a heap down the aisle. I sat back down, returned to looking into stinkboy's laptop screen. By now he'd found a female avatar and had her contorted on the bed and had activated some sort of script that had his cartoon penis jabbing at nothing above her open legs. It was Laundry day.