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Kim

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PETE’S POV

   I SIGHED AS I LOOKED INTO VEE’S EYES. “GOD, YOU’RE GORGEOUS.”

   SHE BLUSHED AND LOOKED DOWN.

   “IT’S TRUE, YOU DO.” I SMILED AND HELD HER AGAINST ME TIGHTLY. “IF ONLY YOU—“

    SUDDENLY SOMEONE PULLED ME AWAY FROM VEE AND TURNED ME AROUND. IT WAS RYAN, AND HE LOOKED FURIOUS. MY MOUTH WAS AGAPE. WTF WAS HE DOING?!

   HE LOOKED BACK AND FORTH BETWEEN ME AND VEE. HE RAISED HIS FIST AND THREW IT AT ME.

   I WAS SO STARTLED, I COULDN’T MOVE. HE PUNCHED ME AND I STUMBLED BACKWARDS.

   “WHAT THE HELL?!” I CRIED AND PUNCHED HIM BACK, TACKLING HIM TO THE GROUND.

   I HEARD LOTS OF PEOPLE GASP AND THE MUSIC ABRUPTLY STOPPED. I GOT ON TOP OF HIM AND PUNCHED HIM AGAIN.

   “FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!” I HEARD SOMEONE YELL, AND SOON EVERYBODY WAS CHANTING THAT.

RYAN’S POV

   I Pulled Pete Back By His Collar. I Turned Him Around And Punched Him Right In The Face.

   “Pete!” Vee Screamed.

   “What The Hell?!” The Idiot Said, Getting Back On His Feet. He Punched Me And Threw Me On The Floor.

   I Heard Him Yelp In Pain. At The Diversion, I Kicked Him Off Me And Jumped Up.

   “Ryan! What The Hell Are You Doing?” I Heard Vee Say.

   I Turned Around To Look At Her.  She Was Mad And Worried.

   I Ran Towards Pete And Kicked Him In The Stomach As Hard As I Could. It Only Took Him A Moment To Recover And Pete Tried To Kick Me, Too, But I Ducked.

   “STOP!” I Heard Frankie Yell, But I Ignored Him.

VEE’S POV

   “STOP!” Frankie yelled from behind me.

   Pete and Ryan were breaking out a fight at the dance. They were kicking and punching each other like crazy, and Ryan was laughing like a maniac as he twisted Pete’s arm.

   Ryan had on a blue vest with a beige, button-up dress shirt with brown pinstripes and black jeans. Ryan’s clothes were all splattered with blood, either his or Pete’s.

   I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Ryan was acting like a totes different person.

   “Stop it!” Frankie ran towards Ryan and pulled him away from Pete.

   I was starting to walk up to where they were, but Summer held me back. “Don’t go, Vee!” she urged. “It’s dangerous!”

   “I gotta go, Summer! Before they kill themselves!” I escaped her grasp and ran towards Pete. He was about to charge towards freakin’ Ryan, but I pulled him back towards me.
   "WTF are you doing?!" I asked. Both of them looked at me, panting. "Why'd you do that, Ryan?"

   The crowd finally dispersed as the fighting stopped.

   Ryan looked down momentarily. He finally looked up, his eyes sad and innocent. The soft sweet Ryro I knew came back.

   "It just made me so angry to see you with him, Vee. I got jealous because...." he hesitated. "Because I still love you, and I want us to try again."

   His pleading eyes searched mine, taking my hand. I could tell he was sincere.

   I could feel myself caving in, but I pulled my hand away. I saw Pete and I remembered what Ryan did. I was at a loss for words.

   "I-I'm sorry, Ryan. I...can't."

   He looked at me in disbelief, his lower lip trembling dangerously.

   "Because...because I have to be with someone that believes me, and you didn't Ryan. It's not my fault you fucked up your chance. I'm sorry, but I can't be with someone like you."

   Ryan's face fell and Frankie let him go. I looked away guiltily.

   "C'mon, Pete." I helped him get up. Andy and the group started walking towards us, but I signaled that Pete wanted to be alone right now. Andy nodded.

   Pete and I walked outside into the dark night and sat on the concrete steps leading up to the gym. Summer quickly came our and handed us a first aid kit, then dashed back in. I began to cure Pete's wounds.

   I big my lip, regretful for what Ryan'd done.

   "Sorry I dragged you into this, Pete," I apologized.

   "It's not your fault."

   I sighed. "But I feel like it is..."

   "Uh!" Pete grunted as I ran a cotton ball full of rubbing alcohol over a cut on his cheek.

   "It stings, huh?" Pete nodded.

   "I keep having to save your ass, Wentz." I laughed.

   "Yeah." He smiled. "Thanks."

   "I can't believe Ryan did this to you," i said as I looked at a big cut on Pete's bottom lip. It still bled slightly. I ran my finger over it, reaching into the kit for some more alcohol.

   Pete took a hold of my arm.

   "I--" he hesitated. "I have to tell you something, Vee." He looked down.

   "What is it?" I asked.

PETE'S POV

   "WHAT IS IT?" VEE'S SWEET VOICE COMFORTED ME. I LOOKED UP AT HER AND INTO HER EYES. I SIGHED DEEPLY AND HELD HER HAND IN MINE. IT WAS TIME FOR HER TO KNOW WHAT I REALLY FELT FOR HER. AND MAYBE GIVE HER THE PROMISE RING I'D BOUGHT. IT WAS NOW OR NEVER.

   "VEE, I'VE BEEN KEEPING SOMETHING FROM YOU BEACUSE I WASN'T REALLY SURE, BUT NOW I'M DEFINITELY SURE. I-I LOVE YOU." HER EYES SHOWED PUZZLEMENT AS THE WORDS LEFT MY MOUTH. "I KNOW IT MIGHT BE HARD TO BELIEVE, BUT IT'S TRUE. SOMETHING INSIDE OF ME TELLS ME THAT YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE MINE, THAT YOU'RE THE ONE FOR ME, THAT THERE ISN'T ANYONE ELSE WHO CAN EVER OWN MY HEART. IT'S YOURS, VEE. AND ONLY YOURS."

   "PETE--" SHE STARTED.

   "I KNOW YOU WEREN'T EXPECTING IT, AND THAT YOU PROBS. WON'T WANNA BE WITH ME." I LOOKED DOWN.

   "NO, NO, PETE. I LOVE YOU, TOO."

   I LOOKED UP AT HER AND BIT MY LIP.

   " I'VE KNOWN YOU ALL MY LIFE AND I'VE BEEN TOO BLINDED BY OTHER THINGS THAT I THOUGHT I LOVED, LIKE RYAN. BUT NOW I KNOW THAT YOU'RE THE ONLY THING IN THIS WORLD THAT CAN MAKE ME HAPPY. THAT I LOVE YOU."

   I GRABBED HER AND KISSED HER PASSIONATELY FOR REAL LONG. THEN VEE DID SOMETHING THAT SURPRISED ME. SHE TONGUE-KISSED ME I FRENCH-KISSED HER, TOO. I HELD HER TIGHTLY. SHE SMILED.

   "I HADN'T TOLD YOU BEFORE BECAUSE I THOUGHT YOU'D HATE ME OR SOMETHING," I SAID AS WE HELD HANDS AND WALKED INTO THE GYM.

   "NO, PETEY, I WOULDN'T." WE SAT AT THE BLEACHERS AND SHE LAY HER HEAD ON MY SHOULDER. I COULDN'T HELP BUT SMILE.

   "WHY ARE YOU SMILING?' SHE ASKED.

   "I JUST THOUGHT EVERYTHING WOULD FALL APART." SHE KISSED MY CHEEK. "BUT EVERYTHING TURNED OUT RIGHT. LET'S DANCE."

   WE DANCED TO GOOD CHARLOTTE "CHANGE".

VEE'S POV

   Pete and I got to our feet and started dancing.

   "I thought you couldn't dance," Pete said.

   "I can't."

   "Maybe you're just so happy you don't notice that you can." Pete smiled.

   We only got to dance a few songs before Christi Legassi interrupted our moment.

   "Will you dance with me, Peter?" she asked.

   "Um..., I'm kind of busy right now," he told her.

   "Ya, leave us alone," I agreed. She gave me a dirty look and tugged at Pete's arm.

   "C'mon, Pete."

   "Christi, stop."

   "Please?"

   Pete turned to face her.

   "No, no you fucking creep!" Pete screamed. "I have a girlfriend and I love her, Vee, not you! Stop stalking me, bitch!" Her eyes widened and I heard gasps all around us. I laughed. That was the greatest comeback of the year.

   "But...," Christi looked around and saw a bunch of people staring at her. "I--I never liked you anyway! You're so ugly and stupid and, and...fuck you jerks!" Christi yelled as she ran off and burst into tears. We laughed.

   "Wow, what a lame comeback," Summer said.

   "Ya," Andy said.

   "She's stupid and ugly," Bob laughed, mocking her. We all agreed.

   "Vee?" Pete said.

   "Ya?"

   "I need to ask you somethin' in front of all our friends. W--will you be my GF?" Pete looked into my eyes hopefully.

   Summer squealed and the guys gasped.

   "Of course, Petey," I smiled.

   "Aww!" Summer smiled and jumped up and down. "You guys make such a cute couple!"

   "Congrats!" Andy said.

   "Wow, this is a weird night!" Bob said.

   Pete took out something from his pocket. I gasped. It was a ring! He placed it on my finger.

   "This is a promise ring," Pete said. "I promise I'll always be with you."

   Summer awwed.

   As I went ahead and gave Pete another kiss, I knew that this was the end of a weird chapter of my life and the beginning of another, better part.

   "I love you," Pete whispered in my ear. 

   "I love you, too."

The End

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RYAN’S POV

   After School, My Band Practiced In Boyd’s Garage. None Of Us Were Really In A Hurry To Get Ready For The Dance, Because We Didn’t Have Any Dates. None Of Us, That Is, Except Boyd And Frank.

   We Practiced For About Three And A Half Hours.

   “Phew! I’m Done For Today!” Boyd Said. “I’ve Gots To Get Ready For The Dance. I’m Gonna Go With Ana Maria,” He Smiled. “I Bet You’re All Jealous.” He Walked Into His House.

   “Well, I’ve Gotta Go Too, Guys,” Frank Informed Us As He Put Down His Guitar. “I’ve Gotta Get Ready. Bye!”

   He Ran Off. Chuck And I Frowned.

   “This Sucks!” Chuck Muttered.

   “Ya, I Wish I Had A Date, Too!” I Agreed.

   “What Are We S’pose To Do Tonight If All Our Friends And Everyone Else In High School’s Is Going To The Dance?” Asked Chuck.

   “I Dunno, But I Doubt Everyone’s Got A Date.”

   Chuck Snorted. “Ya, Right.”

   “Do Ya Know Johnny Kremen? That Kid Who Adores Classical Music, Has A Date?” I Challenged.

   “Unbelievable, But Ya, He Does!”

   I Laughed. “No Way! Who?”

   “Uh, That Girl!  Chelsea Iach, Who Always Plays The Leading Lady In School Plays.”

   “Whoa!”

   “Yep! I Know!”

   “How Can He Get A Date And We Cant?”

   Chuck Shrugged.

  “Ya Know What? Let’s Go To The Dance Alone! Who Cares? We’ll Steal Other Guys’ Dates!”

   “Ya! I’ll Try To Get Kremen’s!” Chuck Raised His Eyebrows And Smiled. I Laughed.

   “Do Ya Got A Suit?”

   “Yep.”

   “Me, Too.”

   “So, Let’s Get Ready And Go!”

   I Smiled.

   “See Ya At The Dance, Chuck!” I Waved And Left For My House.

   Maybe Vee’ll Be At The Dance Without A Date, And I’ll See Her. Then Maybe I’d Go And Apologize And She’ll Forgive Me, I Thought. Then We’d Dance Together And Love Each Other. Everything Would Go Back To Normal And We’d Be A Couple. Maybe, I Thought. Maybe…

   I Hoped It Would Be So, Because I Loved Her Too Much To Let Her Go.

Andy’s POV

   Pete, Bob, and I were driving to Summer’s house in Bob’s Dad’s car.

   “Bob!” Pete said. “Where are wee going?”

   “To the dance, duh!” Bob answered.

   “The dance?” I asked.

   “Ya.”

   “The dance?! We didn’t even pick up Summer and Vee, yet! How are we supposed to go to the dance without dates?!”

   “Oh, I forgots!” Bob turned around and started driving to Summer’s.

   “I feel a bit nervous,” Bob said.

   “What? Why?” I asked.

   “We don’t have dances in Mwrahland, so this is weird.”

   “Then what do ya do?”

   “Want me to show ya?”

   “Sure.”

   Bob started opening the car door.

   “No!” I yelled. “Don’t!”

   “Alright, alright!” Bob closed the door as we arrived at Summer’s.

   We got out and walked up the front steps. I sighed.

   “Here goes nothing!”

   I knocked on the door.

VEE’S POV

   “You look alright, goddamnit!” I told Summer. She was in front of the mirror fixing her hair up in a soft chignon. Her bun at the back and wispy tendrils at her sides.

   There was a knock at the door. “Hurry up! They’re probably here, already!” I had already fixed myself up, so I had to answer the door.

   “Pete,” I said.

   We stood there for some time until he said, “So, are you guys ready?”

   “I think so. C’mon! Summer!” I said. Pete was dressed in dark gray pants and matching vest, a navy blue shirt and a white, red, navy, and dark blue striped plaid tie. He looked handsome. I looked down at his feet.

  He was wearing gray Converse low-tops. I smiled.

   “You look handsome, Pete!” I said. “Your little pocket thing looks like bunny ears.”

PETE’S POV

   THE DOOR SWUNG OPEN. AIR FLEW IN HER FACE.

   "PETE", VEE SAID. SHE HAD HER HAIR DOWN AND A CLASSICAL SPAGHETTI-STRAPPED DRESS, WITH THE BLACK VEIL-LIKE LAYER ON TOP OF THE BLACK FABRIC. STUNNING.

   THE BLACK HAIR, BLACK EYES, AND BLACK DRESS WENT TOGETHER PERFECTLY.

   "ARE YOU GUYS READY?" I MANAGED.

   "I THINK SO. C'MON! SUMMER!" SHE WAVED SOMEONE INSIDE TOWARDS THE DOOR.

   "YOU LOOK HANDSOME, PETE." VEE SMILED. I GULPED HARD. "YOUR LITTLE POCKET THING LOOKS LIKE BUNNY EARS."

   I LAUGHED, LOOKIND DOWN AT MY HANKERCHIEF POCKET THINGY.

   "THANKS. YOU LOOK LIKE SOMETHING OUT OF A MOVIE, VEE. GORGEOUS," I SAID, LOST IN HER EYES. THIS WAS THE NIGHT,  I DECIDED. THIS WAS THE NIGHT I WOULD TELL HER HOW I FELT; AND HOPED THAT SHE FELT THE SAME. I SIGHED.

   “I’M HERE!” SUMMER SAID AS SHE RUSHED OUT THE DOOR TO JOIN ME.

   “OKAY.”

   VEE STEPPED OUT AND CLOSED THE DOOR BEHIND HER. WE WALKED TO THE CAR.

SUMMER’S POV

   “Andy, you look great!” I hugged him when I saw he was wearing the bright, shiny purple suit I had picked out for him along time ago.

   “You’re beautiful, too, Summer,” he smiled.

   “Oh my Goth, Bob! That suit fit you well!” I saw him sitting up in the front.

   “I know! I feel like a Ken doll!”

   “You sure look like one!” I laughed. “Excited, huh, Andy?” I put my hand on his knee.

   “Kinda. I’ve never been to a dance before.”

PETE’S POV

   VEE SAT NEXT TO ME AND HELD MY HAND. SHE RESTED HER HEAD ON MY CHEST, JUST LIKE THE NIGHT OF BOYD’S PARTY.

   I FELT AS IF IT WERE A GREAT DREAM. I DIDN’T KNOW HOW I WOULD TELL HER HOW I FLET. HOW I HAD BEEN HOLDING IT INSIDE, HOW I COULDN’T TELL HER. THIS WAS GOING TO BE A LONG NIGHT.

VEE’S POV

   “You smell nice, Pete,” I said.

   “I do? Probably that new shampoo I’m using!”

   “We’re here!” Bob said. He turned off the engine and opened the door for Summer.

   Pete opened the door for me. “Thanks,” I said.

   I held his hand and we walked into the gym, where the dance was being held. A lot of people were sitting on the bleachers, chatting, and some were dancing.

   “Shall we dance?” Pete asked.

   “No, not right now. Let’s sit!”

   We sat at the bleachers, at one of the top benches. I looked down at the lower levels and saw Christi Legassi. She gave me a dirty look.

   I flipped her off and her eyes grew wide. She looked away.

   I kissed Pete’s check and he just smiled. His cheeks turned red.

   “You look handsome, even when you’re nervous.”

ANDY’S POV

   I held one of Summer’s arms while Bob held the other. People stared at me, probably because of the shiny purple suit.

   Summer and I started dancing with Bob to one of the bands I’d heard in the ‘70’s.

   Ugh, but it didn’t matter.

PETE’S POV

   VEE AND I SAT THERE FOR A WHILE, UNTIL I SAID “LET’S DANCE, VEE!”

   “NO, LET’S SIT FOR A WHILE LONGER!”

   “WHY?”

   “SORRY, PETE. I---I JUST CANT REALLY DANCE.”

   I SMILED AT HER. “IT’S OK. LET’S JUST DANCE HOWEVER WE CAN.” I TOOK HER HAND AND WE WENT TO THE DANCE FLOOR.

   WE WERE BY THE DARKEST CORNER, WHICH WAS PRETTY LONELY.

   A SONG WITH A SOFT MELOY CAME ON. A LOVE SONG, I THINK IT WAS. A SONG THAT CALLED FOR SLOW DANCING.

   I WREAPPED MY ARMS AROUND VEE’S WAIST AND SHE PLACED HER HANDS AROUND MY SHOULDERS.

   MY HEART RACED. IT WAS STARTING OUT TO BE AS A MAGICAL NIGHT.

VEE’S POV

   Pete and I started to slow dance. I felt embarrassed that I didn’t know how to dance. I probably looked like an idiot. I looked up to see Pete’s eyes shining bright. He was smiling and locking eyes with me.

   I hadn’t noticed that I felt attracted to Pete before ‘till now. It was too much to take at a time.

RYAN’S POV

   Chuck AND I Sat At The Bleachers While We Watched Frank And Nicole Dance. Cheesy, I Thought. But I’d Die To Have Someone To Be With.

   “Look!” Chuck Said.

   I Looked Up To See Boyd Hugging Up On Kit Foppe. “Boyd Likes My Cousin?” Chuck Looked Puzzled.

   “Not Such A Surprise. Boys Likes All Girls.”

   “Look!” Chuck Pointed Off Into The Darkest Corners Of The Gym. “I Didn’t Know That Veronica And Peter Were Going Out! What An Odd Couple, Dontcha Think?”

   No! Just What I Dreaded.

   I Balled My Hands Into Fists. I Felt Rage. It Was Now Or Never For Me To Fight For Vee. I Got Up And Headed Towards Them.

   “Ryan? Ryan! Where Are You Going?!” I Heard Chuck’s Voice Faint AS I Got Close To Them.

   Pete Wentz Was A Dead Man.

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Thanks for sticking in there, readers! The thing is, this is the second-to-last ch. of Freshman, so enjoy! We've had problems with our comp. (it has like a virus, so we can't even turn it on, and now the computers at school have blocked Buzznet!!!! I know, can't believe it either. Bummer, huh? I'm logging on from the library's computers. Anyway, if anyone's still reading, please comment and buzz!!!

[[ch 49]]

PETE’S POV

   I BROUGHT Vee her new Crunchwrap Supreme, and sat down at the table with everyone else.

   “Who can’t BE EXCITED FOR TONIGHT?” SUMMER ASKED. I SURE WAS. IT HAD TO BE THE BEST.

   “NOT REALLY,” VEE SAID.

   “YEAH, IT’S LIKE, WHATEVER,” ANDY SAID.

   “YOU GOTTA BE LIKE MESSED UP OR SOMETHING. THAT’S NOT NORMAL,” SUMMER INSISTED.

   “WHO SAID I WAS NORMAL?” VEE ASKED. “I’M JUST ANOTHER PSYCHO TRYING TO FIND MY WAY IN LIFE.”

   “OKAY…,” SUMMER SAID. “SO THE THEME’S OLD SCHOOL, RIGHT? MY DRESS AND VEE’S DRESS ARE PRETTY CLASSICAL. HOW ABOUT YOU GUYS?”

   “YUP. I THINK I’M PRETTY OLD SCHOOL,” I SAID.

   “ME TOO,” ANDY AGREED.

   “SHIT! I DIDN’T GO OLD SCHOOL. WHAT AM I S’PPOSE TO WEAR?” BOB ASKED.

   “WELL, MY DAD HAS THIS BLACK SUIT WITH A RUFFLED SHIRT THAT HE WORE TO HIS PROM AGES AGO,” SUMMER SUGGESTED. “IT LOOKS LIKE IT COULD FIT YOU. HE WORE IT ONCE, AND HE SAYS HE GREW TOO TALL FOR IT LATER.”

   “SURE. THANK’S SAMMY!”

   “IT’S SUMMER!”

   “WHATEV, SALAMI!” SUMMER POUTED.

   “WE SHOULD PROBABLY HEAD HOME TO GET READY,” I SAID. “IT’S ALMOST THREE.”

   “OKAY, C’MON, SUMMER!’ VEE AND SUMMER WALKED OUTSIDE. WE LEFT SHORTLY AFTER THAT.

SUMMER’S POV

   It was still a long time before the dance started, so Vee and I waited on my computer. She got on this dating site.

  “No, Vee!” I protested. “I don’t wanna do that!”

   “It’s okay, Summer. Let’s just make a false name and stuff. A profile for…Julia Smith!”

   “Eww! What a weird name to have!” I said.

   “And her screen name is..Smithiegirl. Yep. She’s…sixteen and she’s got a tattoo of Coby Dick on her right arm, and one of Billie Joe on her other arm.” Vee laughed.

   “Are you sure about this?” I asked.

   “Ya. It’ll be fun. She loves to skinny-dip!”

   “Her fave sport is soccer!” I chimed in.

   “She hates fish and guys who smell like that!”

   “She has a piercing on her forehead and on her toe!”

   “She’s obsessed with Coby and Billie! I wonder if anyone will actually wanna date her.” Vee said. “Just leave it on, see if anyone talks to us.”

   “Okay.”

VEE’S POV

   I turned on the radio and Papa Roach’s “…To Be Loved” started to play. I did the air guitar and sang along.

  “What are you doing?” Summer asked.

   “What does it look like I’m doing?” I asked. “C’mon, join me!” I pulled her up next to me and I started singing again.

   “I gotta follow my heart/

    No matter how far/

    I gotta roll the dice/

   Never look back/

   And never think twice!”

   I saw Summer. She wasn’t even moving. “C’mon, Summer! Sing!”

  “No, it’s weird!”

   “How’s it weird? I’m just your friend! It’s not like you’re standing in front of an audience or anything…”

   “It’s just…it is!”

   “They should have named you Winter instead,” I said, sighing.

   “Why?”

   “Because you’re being so cold to me right now.”

   Summer laughed.

  “Fine!” I still sang and did the air guitar. Eventually, Summer gave in too. The song ended and some old guys started to sing church songs, so I switched off the radio.

   I jumped off her bed and checked the computer screen. “Oh, Summer! We got a message! Well, a live chat, anyway. C’mon!”

   We both sat down and there was some guy with bright red hair and most of his face was pierced. On his forehead, he had ‘Fake’ tattooed.

   So this is how the conversation went (the guys screen name was cry and die later):

            Cry’n’dielater: so you like GD?

       Smithiegirl: yup, you?

       Cry’n’dielater: ya, do you have any piercings?

       Smithiegirl: yes on my forehead and on my toe

       Cry’n’dielater: those are weird places to have piercings…

       Smithiegirl: I like them

       Cry’n’dielater: where do you like

       Smithiegirl: Atlanta, ga

   (“Why there?” Summer asked.

“I don’t know, it just came to mind,” I said.

“Aren’t we in California?” she asked.

“Yup. Now be quiet, Summer!”)

            Cry’n’dielater: I can go visit you…

       Smithiegirl: why don’t we meet at 1386 Brown st. see you there? Bye.

   “Why’d you stop?” Summer asked.

   “I got scared. Look at that guy!” I shrieked.

   “Okay, let’s get ready for the dance instead.”

   “Okay.”

PETE’S POV

   INSTEAD OF GOING STRAIGHT HOME, I WENT TO JUDY’S SALON. LUCKILY, CHRISTI WASN’T THERE, ONLY HER MOM JUDY, WAS.

   “HI, MRS. LEGASSI!” I SAID AS I WALKED INTO THE SALON.

   “WELL, HI PETER!” JUDY SMILED. “WHAT BRINGS YOU HERE TODAY?”

   “I, UH, NEED TO BUY SOME HAIR CREAM, THAT’LL BE ALL. I NEED IT TO MAKE MY HAIR SOFT AND UH, STUFF,” I TOLD HER.

   “WELL, HERE.”

   SHE HANDED ME A LIME-GREEN BOTTLE THAT READ: ‘X-TREME HAIR CREAM!! KEEPS YOU HAIR LOOKING AND FEELING X-TREME!!-LY SOFT!!” THEN THERE WAS A PICTURE OF A GUY THAT LOOKED LIKE BRAD PITT. HIS HAR LOOKED REALLY SOFT, LIKE IT WAS A WIG.

   “THANKS,” I SAID TO HER, AND PAID HER.

   THEN I WENT TO PEMBERTON’S DEPARTMENT STORE AND BOUGHT A MEN’S PERFUME.

   AS I WAS LOOKING THROUGH THE PERFUME AISLE, I SPOTTED FRANKIE A FEW AISLES AWAY, LOOKING AT SOME TIMES. I THOUGHT THAT WE PROBABLY LOOKED LIKE OLD GUYS, LOOKING AT TIES AND PERFUMES.

   “HEY, FRANKIE!” I CALLED.

   HE TURNED AROUND AND SMILED. “HI, DUDE.”

   “BUYING SOME TIES FOR THE BIG DANCE?”

   “YA. I GOTTA LOOK MY BEST CUZ I’M GOING WITH NICOLE.”

   “NICOLE?”

   “YA. SHE’S GREAT.”

   “OH.”

   “SO WHO’S YOUR DATE, WENTZ?”

   “VEE, OF COURSE,” I SMILED.

   “I THOUGHT YOU WERE TAKING CHRISTI LEGASSI,” FRANKIE SAID, PICKING UP A RED TIE.

   “HUH? WHAT MAKES YOU THINK THAT?”

   “WELL, SHE KEPT TALKING ABOUT HOW YOU GUYS HUNG OUT AT BURGER BUNNIES WITH THAT FRIEND OF HERS, LOLA AND ANA MARIA. I SIT NEXT TO HER IN ONE CLASS, SO I PRETTY MUCH HEARD IT ALL.”

   “WELL, NO! I’M GOING WITH VEE, AND THAT’S FINAL!”

   “CHILLAX! Okay, well, see you later dude!” frankIE walked back to the back of the tie section. then i piCked out a ring and boght it with the perfume, and hurried home.

   i took another shower, without conditioner. this time i used up all my soap and shampoo.

   the whole time something was troubling me. was chriti telling everyone that thing at BB’s? what if word got back to vee? what if christi dramatized what happened and made it sound like i was interested in her?

   i shook these thought away, and started thinking about what a great time i would have with vee at the dance. i sighed as i walked out of the shower and fixed myself up. it was going to be a magical night.

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[[ch47]]

ANDY’S POV

   That evening after John Boyd’s death, I called everyone to let them know that tomorrow was going to be both John and John Boyd’s funeral. I asked them to wear dark clothing; black.

   It had taken me a long time to fix up the funeral, but it was finally done.

VEE’S POV

   The next day was probably the saddest day ever. Everyone was pretty quite until the funeral, after school. It was held by Andy in the park.

   “We are gathered her today to say good-bye and farewell to our beloved babies, John Hurley and John Boyd Urie Conde. They left this world in this week, and now are going to go to a better place, to egg heaven. Let’s have this moment of silence in their honor.”

   We stood around, silence pretty much making the air seem thicker with grief, almost suffocating. “It’s as a proud parent of both these babies, that I would like to say that they were the best sons you could ever ask for. They changed my life,” Andy spoke up; his eyes welled up with tears. Some rolled down his cheeks.

   “Does anyone else have anything to say?” he took in a deep sigh, looking up at us.

   “Me,” I replied, and got up from the chair in which I sat in. “I think that Lola was a stupid bitch who shouldn’t’ve ever been a mother. All she thinks about is hair and nails and boobs,” I rolled my eyes. “Her own. She shall never be forgiven for been the murderer of John Boydie, accidental or not. I really didn’t know him, but I knew how much he meant to you, Andy, and there’s no doubt in my mind that he was the best.

   “John Boyd Urie Conde was my son,” I continued. “I think that he was also like John Hurley, perfect in every way. He was so cute and chubby. He loved his step-dad, Andy. They had great times together. I’ll miss you both. You were great egg babies.”

   Summer got up when I sat down. “The friendliest egg babies in the entire world are gone, now. I feel sympathy for the parents. I would never be able to live, knowing that my baby was dead. I hope you are better in heaven, John H. and John U.”

   “Bob?” Andy asked.

   “Um, yeah? Oh, yeah, um, I’m so sorry,” he said bitterly and distractedly. Summer kicked him. “Okay. I know that you are probably hanging out with Gree-Yees somewhere in the green Mwrahland skies, playing with all the baby egg girls.”

   Everyone laughed. “Who’s Gree-Yees?” Summer asked.

   Bob acknowledged her with a nod and promised to tell her later.

   “Pete?”

   “I wish both Johns the best in the afterlife, and a successful one. That everyone of their wishes come true. And that they remember their favorite parents.”

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thanks for reading! enjoy the update! and for those of you who haven't hear, Jack (hispanicxatxthedisco) and I went to a TAI, WTK, and Carolina Liar concert-o on Sunday. I was going to write a journal on it, but I thought it would've been really lame-o if we both wrote a journal on it so....check out hers that gives you a full review here:

http://hispanicxatxthedisco.buzznet.com/user/journal/3240621/stars-aligned-we-kings-academy/ (includes awesome concert pics) and arrgh! hate her!! MGC of TAI... threw HER a guitar pick! check out a pic of it here:

http://hispanicxatxthedisco.buzznet.com/user/photos/fer-all-ye-none-believers/?id=45750561 

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[[ch46]] 

PETE’S POV 

   I ASKED VEE FOR A KISS WHEN WE WERE ALONE AT THE HIDEOUT. SURPRISINGLY ENOUGH, SHE GAVE IT TO ME; A SWEET AND GENTLE ONE. 

   “THANKS,” I GRINNED.  

   THE DOOR TO THE HIDEOUT OPENED, AND I RUSHED SUMMER, ANDY, AND BOB.  

   “OH MY GOD, PETE!” SUMMER HUGGED ME. “YOU’RE GONNE BE OKAY, RIGHT?”  

   “YEAH. PERFECT, JUST, OOH! YOU’RE STEPPING ON MY FOOT!” 

   “SORRY, PETE. DIDN’T KNOW!” 

   EVERONE SAT DOWN ON EITHER THE BEAN BAGS OR THE RUG. “I’M REAL SORRY, PETE.” ANDY SAID, HIS EYES LOOKING SAD. “IT’S JUST—I DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO CONTROL MY ANGER, YOU KNOW? I COULDN’T BEAR TO LOSE ANOTHER SON!” HE WHIMPERED, AND SUMMER HUGGED HIM. 

   “IT’S ALRIGHT, HURLER. I GET IT,” I SAID, AS VEE MASSAGED MY LEG. 

   “DON’T CALL ME THAT, LEWIS!” ANDY SHOT BACK. 

   “QUIET, JOHN!” OH-UH! I THOUGHT. SHOULDN’T’VE SAID THAT. 

   “JOHN! JOHN BOYD!” ANDY YELLED. “WHY HIM?!” HE BURST INTO TEARS. 

   “PETE!” VEE SQUEAKED, PRESSING DOWN ON THE BURN. 

   “AHH! I’M SORRY! I FORGOT!” I YELPED IN PAIN. 

   “BOY,” BOYD SAID. “THIS PLACE LOOKS LIKE A HOSPITAL. SOMEONE’S HURT, SOMEONE’S CRYING, THERE’S NURSES…ITS DEPPRESING. HEY! THERE’S BURSES! NURSES GIVE SPONGE BATHS!” BOB SMILED. 

   “GOOD THINKING, BOB! VEE?” I LOOKED UP AT HER. 

   “HELL NO! YOU’RE BURNED, NOT CRIPPLED!” 

   “AWW, C’MON, NOW!”  

   “NO!” SHE HUGGED ANDY. 

   “FINE, PICK ANDY OVER ME!’ I WAS PISSED. 

   “I WILL!” SHE RAN HER FINGERS THROUGH ANDY’S LOCKS. THERE WAS A LONG SILENCE, UNTIL I SPOKE UP.  

   “YOU KNOW, VEE…IT’S GETTING PRETTY COLD HERE,” I SAID, PATTING THE SPACE ON THR RUG NEXT TO ME, TRYING TO LURE HER BACK IN. 

   “AND WARM OVER HERE!” SHE HUGGED THE NOW ONLY RED FACED ANDY CLOSE. 

   “VEE!” I WHINED. “DON’T BE LIKE THAT!” 

   SHE IGNORED ME AND PLAYED WITH ANDY’S HAIR. “I WISH YOU’D PLAY WITH MY HAIR!” SHE STILL IGNORED ME UNTIL I STARTED TO POUT WITH PUPPY DOG EYES. 

   “FINE, YOU WIN THIS ROUND, WENTZ! BUT IT’S ONLY ‘CAUSE OF THAT PRETTY BOY FACE! C’MON ANDY!” SHE AND ANDY SAT NEXT TO ME. I HUGGED VEE. 

   “YOU LIKE TO MAKE ME SUFFER, DON’T YOU?” I SIGHED. 

   “YUP,” SHE GRINNED. “YOUR PAIN IS MY PLEASURE.” 

BOB’S POV 

   In the afternoon, I went to buy a suit for the up and coming dance, with Pete and Andy. 

   “I don’t need to buy one, the girls already bought mine,” Andy said. 

   “Huh? Really? When?” Pete interrogated. 

   “Yup. Don’t you remember the one they bought at the mall for me, the day we were pretty much their puppets and they played dress up? The costumes? The shiny purple one?” 

   “You’re gonna take that to the dance?” Pete seemed surprised. 

   “Ya, I like it. I mean, I don’t wanna fall into steps with the Barbie clones and Kents, y’know? I don’t wanna be traditional. I wanna mix it up a bit and not be a conformist. What’s the point of going to an event if you have your outfit picked out by everyone already?” 

   “It’s flashy,” Pete commented. 

   “You’ll look like you were going to a dance in Mwrahland,” I added. “It’s a tradition for men to wear shiny purple, neon green, golden or yellow suits, but never neon blue ones to a dance. The gals usually wear either black, gray, brown, or red suits with prints of our ancient God, a Gran*.” 

   “Eww, they sound like they lived in like, the nineties or something,” Pete exclaimed. 

   “Why don’t you ever wear blue suits?” Andy lifted his thick rimmed glasses back up his nose, looking a little interested. 

   “Light blue,” I corrected. “Anyway, our ancient God, a Gran, was names Gree-Yees, Ree-yees’ distant cousin, who had a fight with a blue-skinned  Toydarian**, on who would rule us, the humanoids of Mwrahland. Gree-Yees won the battle with Narakin, the Toydarians’ leader. Ever since those ancient times, it’s been taboo to wear light blue clothing in honor of Gree-Yees.” 

    “That would suck. Then I wouldn’t be able to wear my Say Anything shirt,” Andy complained, looking down at his light blue SA band tee, with the graphic of a black-outlined white dinosaur spitting out orange fire and attacking a town with little people in it. I knew it was one of his favorites. “Where do you get all this stuff from, Bob?” 

   “From…I’m not sure. I just know it all. “Because I’m a Mwrahlandian, duh!” I laughed. 

   “I think he’s gone loco!” Pete whispered. 

   “I heard that!” I yelled. He stared at me, surprised. “Us Mwrahlandians have super sensitive ears, so all night I can hear Drocks***; insects who bite your flesh like mosquitoes, who also in habit Nam Chorios near our planet.” 

   “Err, whatever you say, Bob.” 

PETE’S POV 

   “I SHALL LOOK PERFECT IN THIS!” I SAID AS I PICKED UP A DARK GRAY SUIT. “I’LL WEAR THIS WITH A NAVY BLUE DRESS SHIRT AND A NAVY, WHITE AND DARK TEAL PLAID TIE!” I I HOLD BACK MY EXCITEMENT. 

   “NICE, PETE. TRY IT ON,” ANDY ENCOURAGED. “I’LL TRY THIS BLACK BUTTON UP ON.” 

   “I HOPE THIS BLACK SET FITS ME!” BOB SAID, AS WE THREE WALKED INTO THE SEPARATE DRESSING ROOMS. 

   “FITS!” I ANNOUNCED. 

   “AFFERMATIVE HERE AS WELL,” ANDY SAID. 

   “YUP, JUST THR RIGHT SIZE!” WE CHANGED BACK INTO OUR NORMAL CLOTHES AND NOUGHT IT. THEN WE LEFT FOR HOM. 

*Gran-  A Gran is a fictional Star Wars character from the planet Kinyen and Malastare. It had three eyes and weird elephant like ears, and pig-like ears smaller than the others, atop its head, with little antenna like thingies. Besides that fact, it pretty much looks like a normal human being, save fer the fact that their skin is brown and spotted. 

**Toydarian- A Toydarian is also another fictionalized Star Wars species, that come from the planet Toydaria. They’re short and fat and fly. The most likely one ye’ve ever seen is Watto, the trader who had Anakin and his mother as  slaves and workers on his shop in Mos Espa, Tatooine, on Star Wars: Episode I: The Phantom Menance. 

***Drocks- Drocks are ones that Kim and I made up, so yeah. They’re s’pose to look like mosquitoes. 

INFO WRITTEN BY JACK (HISPANICXATXTHEDISCO) 

freshman freak or comeback of the year

[[ch45]]

VEE’S POV

   “Andy! Control yourself!!” I got up and stopped abruptly as I witnessed the end of John Boydie’s life. Ms. G was clutching him so hard her hands were red. He cracked open in her hands and she let him fall to the ground, his yolk spilling all over the classroom floor. Andy got on his knees, his fave read as he saw his dead egg son.

   “Andy, it’s okay,” I assured him in a hoarse whisper.

   He got back on his feet reluctantly and kicked over the pan to the ground. The boiling pan was aimed at Christi Legassi. Even if Andy was mad, he didn’t let the revenge part of his brain turn off. I smiled inwardly. It would be real perfect if she got burned. But that wasn’t the case.

   Christi let out a yelp and jumped atop the table when the boiling pan ricocheted from her seat and hit Pete’s leg.

   “Ahh!” he screamed in a pain. I ran to where Pete was. So did the rest of the gang.

PETE’S POV

   CHRISTI YELLED “HELP!” AND JUMPED UNDER HER TABLE.

   OH, SHIT! I THOUGHT WHEN I SAW THE PAN THAT ANDY KICKED OVER HEADING MY WAY.

   “AHH!” I YELPED WHEN THE PAN HIT MY LEG. UNFORTUNATELY FOR ME, I WAS WEARING CARGOS ALL THE WAY JUST ABOVE MY ANKLE, SO THERE WAS SOME BARE SKIN. AND THE PAN HAD PICKED THAT SPOT TO HIT.

   THE GROUP RAN MY WAY. OTHER PEOPLE ENCIRCLED AROUND ME.

   “ARE YOU OKAY?” I HEARD CHRISTI’S FAINT VOICE AS SHE TRIED TO PUSH THROUGH VEE AND BOBERT TO GET TO ME. VEE JUST PUSHED HER HAND AWAY WITH HER ELBOW.

   “YOU’LL LIVE THROUGH THIS, RIGHT WENTZ?” VEE ASKED.

   “‘COURSE. MAN-CANDY CAN DO THAT.” I SMILED. SUMMER AND VEE LAUGHED. “OOH! MY SKIN BURNS!” I SAID AS VEE TOUCHED THE BURNT AREA.

   “SORRY, PETER,” SHE APOLOGIZED.

   “OMG! IT’S SO RED!” SUMMER SAID.

   “YAH, LIKE SANTA’S NOSE!” BOB YELLED.

   “LET ME TAKE YOU TO THE NURSE’S OFFICE,” VEE OFFERED. “COME ON.” SHE TOOK MY ARM AND WE MADE OUR WAY THROUGH THE PEOPLE.

   WE WALKED THROUGH THR HALLWAY. “I THOUGH YOU SAID WE WERE GING TO THE NURSE’S OFFICE,” I SAID AS WE SKIPPED IT.

   “NO, PETE. WE’RE GOING TO THE HIDEOUT. DO YOU THINK ANY EFFING MIDDLE SCHOOL NURSE CAN TAKE CARE OF YOU BETTER THAN ME? YOU KNOW THAT YOU’LL HAVE TO WAIT FOR LIKE AN HOUR BEFORE YOU EVEN SEE HER. AND THEN THEY’LL ONLY SEND YOU HOME.”

   I LAUGHED. “I GUESS YOU’RE RIGHT, MS. CONDE.”

VEE’S POV

   Pete and I got into our secret room. I sat him down in the rug as I got out some ice packs.

   “I remember the last time we were here,” Pete said. “Right after our fight with Brendon Flowers and those other people these days, huh?”

   “Pretty much.”

   “Does it still hurt?” I asked.

   “A little bit, but not that much.” I started to put rub-on alcohol on his leg. “Vee?” he asked.

   “Hmm?” I looked up at Pete.

   “You know what would make it better?”

   “What?”

   “If you gave me a kiss.” He grinned

   “Oh, okay.” I kissed his cheek.

   “No, not there.” He frowned.

   “Then here?” I asked as I kissed his hurt leg.

   “No, not there either. I want one on the lips.” He smiled really big.

   “Why?”

   “Just because. Please?”

   “Fine.” I kissed Pete quickly on the lips.

freshman freak or comeback of the year 

[[ch44]] 

BOB’S POV 

   It was our final day with our kid eggs, and Summer and I wee sitting at Ms. G’s health class with Zimmy. 

   “It’s the end of your journey with your baby, and I’m really truly sorry to announce. Now, please pass up your eggs along with your essays.” Ms. G said. 

   “Bye, Zimmy,” Summer kissed the baby. A tear formed at the pit of her eye. 

   I took Zimmy. “Bye, Zimster. Don’t flirt with the boys! And if you do get serious, use protection, or you’ll end up like me and your mom, with a kid and still in high school.” I whispered the last part. 

   “Eww! Zimmy’s not like that. She punched me as I passed her to Ms. G. “She’s just a baby!” 

   I shrugged. 

   “I’m just giving her advice for when she’s a teen.”  

   “No! Zimmy’s only gonna do that until she gets married.” 

   Summer lay her head on my shoulder. “I’ll miss our little Zimmy, Bobby,” she said. “She was so perfect.” 

PETE’S POV 

   I TOOK A SEAT BY CHRISTI LEGASSI IN HEALTH CLASS. LAUREN WAS ON THE TABLE AND I GRABBED HER.  

   “HI, PETE,” CHRISTI SAID. 

   “HELLO,” I GREETED. I HUGGED LAUREN CLOSE. 

   THEN SOMETHING WONDERFUL HAPPENED. MS. GALVES ANNOUNCED THAT TODAY WOULD BE THE LAST DAY OF THE EXPIREMENT. 

   I FELT LIE JUMPING UP AND SAYING “YES! YES! I DON’T HAVE TO SPEND TIME WITH YOU ANYMORE, CHRISTI!” BUT I DIDN’T.  JUST SMILED REAL BIG AND SIGHED. 

   “AWW!’ CHRISTI WHINED. “WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE OVER SO FAST?! IT WAS SO MUCH FUN! ARENT YOU UPSET THAT IT’S OVER, TOO, PETE?” 

   “NAH, NOT REALLY,” I REPLIED TRUTHFULLY. “I’VE GOT BETTER THINGS TO DO THAN BE A TEEN PARENT. OR A…HUSBAND.” 

   SHE FROWNED. 

   “THAT DOESN’T MEAN IT HURTS TO SEE THE BABY GO,” I ADDED. “”CAUSE IT DOES, YA KNOW?” 

   “I KNOW,” SHE SIGHED, TAKING MY HAND. “IT DOES.” CHRISTI TURNED TO ME. “BUT THAT’S JUST PART OF BEING A PARENT.” 

   I SNATCHED AWAY MY HAND FROM CHRISTI. I PASSED UP LAUREN AND SMILED. “AT LEAST YOU’RE GOING TO A BETTER PLACE WITH MORE EGG BABY PLAYMATES, I SMILED.THEN I PASSED UP THE ESSAY I WROTE. 

   I LET OUT A LONG, PLEASANT SIGN. I WOULD FINALLY NOT HAVE TO HANG-OUT FORCEFULLY FROM CHRISTI. 

VEE’S POV 

   “Oh, no!” Andy said when he heard the news. “They can’t take my step-son away!” he hugged John Boydie. “They can’t!” 

   “I don’t want little John Boydie to go, either, Andy,” I said. “If you want him so bad, why don’t you ask Ms. Galvez if you can keep him after she’s done grading the project?” 

   “Alright, I will.” Andy smiled and said. “Don’t worry, John Boydie! Don’t be scared! We’ll be together again! Soon!” then he kissed John Boydie’s white head.  

   “Aww,” I said. “That’s what I call a great step-daddy.” 

   “Well, I’m happy that this stupid project’s over,” Boyd muttered. “It was dumb, and my kid barely spent any time with me at all! He was always with Andy! I mean, how can you live with yourself? You’ve taught Boydie to love someone who isn’t even his real dad! One of you amantes*!” he complained. 

   “Boyd, shut up! No one asked for you opinion. And Andy’s not my amante, he’s my friend, Boyd senior,” I snapped. “Maybe John Boydie wanted to hang with Andy because he was a good dad, unlike you!” I shot back. 

   “Guys, don’t shout!” Andy urged. 

   Boyd pouted and put his hood over his head. I rolled my eyes. 

   I leaned in to whisper to John Boydie. “Aren’t you grateful that I didn’t raise you like him?” 

   Andy laughed. 

Boyd grunted and buried his face behind his arms. 

   Then, with great difficulty, Andy passed up John Boydie. 

RYAN’S POV 

   “Don’t You Think It Was A Good Experience, Ryan?” Kit Asked As We Turned In Our Egg.  

   I Wasn’t Paying Attention. I Was Thinking About The Encounter I Had With Vee Earlier. Why Hadn’t She Wanted To Talk To Me? Was I That Much Of A Jerk? I Didn’t Deserve This! I Sighed. 

   “Ryan?” Kit Asked Again. 

   “Huh? Oh. I Mean, Yeah.”  

   “Poor Jamie. Where is She Going To Go?”  

   Kit Got Her Questioned Answered. “Children, Now That I Have The Eggs, I Want you To Know What I’m Going To Do With Them.” She Pulled Out A Portable Camping Stove, And A Rusty Pan. She Put Some Olive Oil On It And Looked Up At Us. “I’m Going To Make Scrambled Eggs! 

    There Were Lots Of Gasps And Shouts From The Students. Ms. Galvez Just Smiled And Cracked One Of The Many Open.  

   “Ah!” screamed Nicole Duncan. “It’s Tony!” Ms. Galvez Took Another Odd One That Was Wearing A T-Shirt, Reading: 

I Listen To Green Day with My Step-Daddy 

ANDY’S POV 

    Ms. G was going on an egg baby killing spree! She cracked the babies open and out into the boiling pan. She picked out her next victim. 

   John Boydie! Oh no! 

   “STOP!” I yelled, turning heads. Ms. G looked up at me confused. I got up from where I sat and pushed her against the wall with such force…”Why are you trying to kill my son?” I screamed in her face. She seemed terrified. 

   “Answer me!” I yelled, louder. I turned to see the hand in which she was holding John Boyd. She had been pressing it hard, and it broke in her bare hands.  

   I gasped as she released her grip and John Boyd fell to the ground, shattering onto the floor, his liquid-y yellow yolk looking back at me. 

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freshman freak or comeback of the year 

[[ch43]] 

Vee’s POV

 

   Yes! Yes! I thought when I awoke to the sunlight seeping through the curtains of my window. The week was finally over, meaning, so was my hell with Boyd! Woo hoo! 

   I raced to the bathroom and took a quick shower, dressed, blow dried and straight-ironed my hair; basically did my daily morning routine. I grabbed my backpack and took two of the stairs at a time. I was literally jumping up and down the sidewalk as I walked to school. I wasn’t paying attention and accidentally bumped into a hooded figure. My binder, which had a glossy poster of The Academy Is… behind the laminated behind the cover, fell onto the floor. At least I didn’t have John Boyd with me! I thought.   It would be absolutely horrible to have him and break him on the last day of the experiment! 

   The gray hooded figure turned around. I felt my blood turn cold. It was Ryan! 

Ryan’s POV 

   I Was Humming the Rhythm to the New Song I Had Helped Create with My Band, Bringing Down the Gorilla, As I Walked To School that Morning. Chuck Had Been Really Helpful In The Writing, So The Lyrics Rocked and Rhymed, While They Still Made Sense. 

   Every Song Has A Plot, And This New Song Just Happened To be About A Girl And A Guy Who Had Been Friends For An Eternity And Realized That There Was Something More Than Friendship There. They Realized They Were In Love. But Then there Was this Guy Who interfered And Won The Girl. 

    Boyd Loved Singing it, Because He Said That It Was Just the Kinda Cheesy Stuff The Chicks Dug, And Singing It Would Get Him Laid. Of Course, That Wasn’t The Reason Chuck And I Had Written it, So We Took Offense. 

   Anyway, I Was Walking And Bumped Into Something. Better Said, Someone. I Turned And Caught A Flash Of her Face That Quickly Hid Behind Dark Blue Inky Hair. I Gazed At that Familiar Face, Wondering If I Was Hallucinating. 

   “Vee,” I Managed To Say. 

   She Glared At me Angrily. “Don’t Talk To Me.” She Kneeled Down To Pick Up Her binder that Had Fallen During The Collision, And Hurried Away. 

   “Vee, Wait!” I Took A Hold Of her Arm, Tightening My Grip When She Tried To Get Away. “Please, Let Us Talk About This!” 

   “I Have Nothing To Talk With You About. Now Let Me Go Before…Before I Kick your Ass, Ryan!” 

   “Vee, C’mon! Please Don’t Be A Hard-Ass! I Misunderstood, and I’m Sorry For My Idiocy. But I Can’t Do Much About It Now, Can I? I Can’t Take It Back! I Have Faith In Us, And I Know For A Fact that We Can Work This Out. We Can Find A Way! Just Give Me A Chance, Vee! Give Us A Chance!” I Unconsciously Loosened My grip On Her As I Spoke, So She Managed To Get Away. “I’m Sorry, Vee!” I Yelled Behind Her. “Please, Come Back!” 

   I Sighed. Why Couldn’t She just Forgive And Forget? 

   But I Knew It Wasn’t Over. If I Wanted Vee, I Had to Fight For Her.  

SUMMER’S POV 

   I checked my backpack to make sure I had the reflection paper on the egg project on my way to school. The teacher had assured us that the reflection counted as a big part of our grades, so yeah. I didn’t wanna get a bad grade because of that. 

    I turned on Gerard Way and looked up. I saw a girl who appeared to be Vee. She was walking and she bumped into a dude. Is that Ryan? I thought. It did look like him, but I couldn’t be sure that he was. 

   Vee picked something up and was walking away, when Ryan took her arm. After a while she ran. What was going on? I ran over to where Vee had scurried off to. 

   “Vee, what’s wrong?”I asked. 

   She looked surprised to see me. “Why?” 

   “I thought I…Was that Ryan?” 

   “Yeah.” 

   “Why’d you run? Aren’t you in love with him or something?” 

    “That idiot wanted me to talk to him. But not anymore. I’ll do what it takes to avoid him. Summer, I really don’t wanna talk about it, okay?” 

   “Sure. Anyway, I loved the black dress you bought for the dance! It’s so cute!” 

   “Shut up Summer! I would have never gotten it, but you talked me into it! I don’t like to wear that kinda stuff, and you smothering me with that cheesy shit isn’t helping my regret!” 

    “But you looked so pretty!” I insisted. “And it’s probably non-refundable. If you return it now, you wont have a dress!” 

    “No! Don’t tell me that!” she buried her face in her hands. 

   “Oh em gee Vee! You’re being super sarcastic!”  

   “Ya, whatever,” she rolled her eyes at me. “Are you sad the egg project’s over, now?” 

   “Super bummed! You wouldn’t believe it, Vee! I don’t think I can live without Zimmy!” I cried. 

   “Oh, cheer up, Summer! I’m sure you’ll be fine. I’ll be relieved! As happy as an Ortolan* in an all you can eat buffet! No more time with stuck-up Boyd! Woo hoo!” Vee cheered. “But I’d probably be happier if I hadn’t bumped into Ryan. He ruined my good mood and set me sour,” she frowned.  

* An Ortolan is a Star Wars creature that resides in the planet Orto. It eats a lot on other planets; b/c food is super scarce in their own homeworld. Ye’ve probably seen an Ortolan on Star Wars: Episode VI: Return of the Jedi. The Fat, blue Ortolan, Max Rebo, keyboardist of the Max Rebo band, in Jabba’s palace during the capture of princess Leia.  They look like this:

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