• Typical Survival / MagCon Apocalypse • (Sequel)

Chapter 17: Just Rethinking Some Things...

Nash

We found everyone but Hayes. Where is he?

"I looked everywhere and I still haven't found Hayes." I told them, getting frustrated. Everyone sighed and we sat in the living room.

Gilinsky, Em, Carter, and I sat on the couch and the others found a couples chairs to sit on.

As we - Gilinsky, Em, Carter, and I - sat on the couch, we heard a whimper come from under our butts.

"Nash. If you fart, you have to warn us so we can get our gas masks." Taylor said, laughing a bit. "I swear it wasn't me dude, couch must be broken." I said as I wiggled my butt around the couch.

I heard a groan come from under me again, till a light bulb went off in my head.

Hayes

I swear to shit, these guys need to lose some fucking fat!

I groaned and whimpered as I felt their weight get heavier on me.

"Get off me!" I yelled but it got muffled since my face was against the couch cushions.

I felt the weight lift off my body and I threw the cushions off me. I took the deepest breath I could, and felt relieved.

"Hayes is the winner!" Carter yelled as he took my arm and put it in the air. "My ribs hurt." I groaned. "You guys need to lose some frucking weight!" I told them. The guys laughed and questioned my hide-and-seek abilities.

"I thought you left." Em said, kissing my lips. "I'll never leave you guys." I said and gave her another kiss, but longer. We kissed till we couldn't breath and just admired each others eyes.

"Ew!" The guys yelled and we rolled our eyes, laughing a bit.

Her eyes were just like mine, but lighter. Sparkled like stars on a-

"Why are you staring at me?" She asked, blushing a little. "Because you're eyes, your smile- your everything, is perfect, just like the stars in the galaxy... and me!" I said softly, laughing a bit at the last part. She giggled and gave me a peck on the lips.

"Let's go and chill up stairs with some music." She said excitedly. I nodded and she pulled me upstairs into Ari's room.

She ran towards her backpack and scrambled through it, searching for her headphones and IPod - one of the advantages of having an iPod...

"Plug in the headphones and hook up the music. I'm gonna go waz." She told me and went into the bathroom.

I turned on her IPod and put in her password. I went on Spotify and debated on which playlist to listen to.

She came out the bathroom and hopped onto the bed next to me.

"'Chill' or 'Turnt?'" I said curiously. "'Turnt,' I wanna dance." She told me. I clicked on the playlist, clicked "Shuffle Play" and the first song go come up was "Trap Queen by Fetty Wap," Matt Stefanina's version.

"I know how to dance to this song!" She squealed and jumped up from her bed, ready to dance, waiting for the que.

Her que came and she started dancing goofily, by professionally.

I sang along quietly and watched as she danced. When she finished, a roar of applause flooded the room.

The guys came out from behind her, and told us they heard the music and came upstairs and saw her dancing.

She was embarrassed and hid her face with her shirt.

"Don't be embarrassed, you were good." I said soothingly. She stuck her head out from her shirt and smiled at me.