Be Less Stupid (Original)

The Matrix is cool tho - Plays POV

We found him in a pile of debris.

We all started running as soon as we heard the explosion. Katie and Brandon zipped past us as we bolted into the gym. We looked around and instantly found him in the center of the gym.

"Is he.. okay?" Eric froze as soon as he saw. Aaron walked over and studied him. "Yeah. He'll be fine. A little scratched up from all the debris but otherwise fine." Aaron confirmed.

We carried him home and tried to make sense of the situation, sitting around the table as always. "The explosion was definitely a thing, but how'd Jason survive..?" Stewart asked.

"Magic." I decided. "Thats.. not.." Aaron began. "You question how Jason can survive an explosion but not how Scott can literally teleport. Got it." Molly said. "Well he can teleport because of how it was it the past, but Jason wouldn't have been able to survive an explosion in the past," Aaron hit the table in frustration. "It just doesn't make sense."

"Bro, nothing makes sense anymore. Just go with it." I put my feet up on the table. "He has a point.. Now, I feel the need to bring up that we saw Brandon and Katie running from the gym, also unharmed." Stewart said, being smart for the first time in his life.

"Chances are, they caused it." Eric started counting the ceiling tiles. "Almost definitely." I agreed. "Why'd they do that? Wouldn't they have some special place to sacrifice him?" Stewart asked. "Probably, but chances are he was being a pain in the ass and.." Molly said. "He is good at that." Eric shrugged.

Then the door to Jasons bedroom flew open. "Where are they!? Where are those two little- I'm gonna kill them!" Jason screamed. "Not without me you aren't." Stewart decided. I jumped up to my feet (Remember: they were on the table a second ago). "What happened in the gym?" I demanded.

"Well, basically.. So I was halfway across the gym and the lights went out, right? I was thinking about murder, and apparently Katie was behind me. And she was reading my mind. After that.. um.. uhh.. I.. Thats strange. I don't remember." He ran a hand through his hair and stared at the ground in confusion. "Here. Sit down." I forced him into my spot.

We sat in silence for a moment. I then realized the ceiling does not have tiles. I have no clue what Eric was counting. Jason continued staring at the table. If I could read his thoughts, I'm pretty sure it would just be static.

"So Katie can read minds." Aaron stated. "Yeah." Jason confirmed. "That could be a problem." I said. "We need a plan. And fast." Stewart sighed. "I'm placing bets that we're just going to die." Molly said. "I'm with Molly on this one." I put a hand up unenthusiastically.

"We won't die. I won't let us." Aaron snapped. "Okay. Plan time. Katie now knows Stewarts name. That is a problem." Jason said. "Yep.. And to avoid that: Nicknames." I said. The is the stupidest smart thing that has come out of my mouth. "What do we call ourselves then?" Jason asked.

"....The letters of SQUIP." Eric put down a bottle. Where did he get that? When did he get that? "I'll take S." Stewart shrugged. "Q." Jason raised his hand. "U." Molly aimed a rubber band at Eric. "I sounds kind of dumb." Eric caught the band. "I'll take P, but Eric has a point. And Aaron still needs a nickname." I said. "....Neo." Aaron said. "That is so stupid. I'm taking Keanu." Eric decided before taking another drink of whatever alcohol he had. We sat in silence for about half a minute.

"Well then! Now we have shitty nicknames! Thats one problem solved!" Eric slammed the bottle down so hard it cracked. "Erics drunk." I said. "Erics drunk?" Molly asked. "Erics drunk!" Jason threw his hands up. "Now where did you get that. I want some." He asked. Eric mumbled something incomprehensible. "Oh. He's drunk." Aaron said.