Paper Planes

Chapter 11

Finally! The amount of chapters released and drafted is even.

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I'm not sure it's my favorite game anymore.

Jack had us all go into pairs, leaving Crutchie to use the spinner. He was able to play— he easily could've paired with Buttons— but he said he didn't want to because he hated Twister all dramatic like, but I think he's just trying to get us (and by us, I mean every couple in here) to play the game together. He's a master mind.

I watched as Henry, Finch, and Buttons laughed and yelled at each other. Buttons was never able to tell his left from his right, and it took him a second to realize where he was supposed to go.

Finch was no better, though. They were in some weird table position, one where they were twisted so their looking at the floor, but their knees are facing the air. It looked very uncomfortable, but Finch seemed fine.

Henry was the one yelling and complaining. He was huffing in frustration and crying out when there was an uncomfortable position he was in. I guess he's not flexible.

Eventually, Buttons and Henry fell, leaving Finch to jump up in joy. Their boyfriends hand them money we didn't even know they were betting, and Buttons complains about the football player beating the cheerleader in Twister. Finch just laughs.

"Who's next?" Everyone murmurs and tries to remember their numbers, Davey looking up.

"I think we are, Jack." Jack stares at Davey for a second before glaring at Crutchie, who smiled innocently.

"Okay." He walked over to the mat, Davey following him. Davey took off his shoes as Jack cleared his throat, both of them standing on opposite sides, facing each other.

"Left hand, blue," Crutchie says, and I walked over to him, wanting to watch him spin the spinner. I don't know.

Davey and Jack followed the instructions, waiting for Crutchie to continue. "Left foot, red."

Jack grunted and cursed, all of us laughing. His right hand and foot were pretty much in the air, and he somehow had the balance and strength for it. I think.

"Right hand, green." Jack is not getting it easy. Davey's in a slightly better position, since his left and right were closer to the previous colors. It does help he has longer limbs.

Tall people, am I right?

"Left foot, green." Jack was about to cry. I could tell. If one of my hands was on blue, the other on green, and my left foot moved to green as well, I'd want to cry. I kind of wanted to pull him out.

"Right foot, yellow."

I looked at the board to see right hand, red. What the hell? Why was he lying? "Leftie, blue."

He's, like, not saying the correct directions at all. I don't get it. There's no actual reason to cheer in this game, and there isn't really a way to. So why is Crutchie-

That son of a bitch.

"Right hand, red."

"Fucking finally", Jack muttered, finding himself in a slightly more comfortable position. He was doing a back bend, and we were all laughing at him. I think Davey was doing downward dog.

He got them. They didn't know what was happening, but there was no point in saving them. I kind of want to see this play out.

Crutchie smirked. "Left hand, blue."

It was actually left foot, yellow. But I could see what was happening. Davey was in some kind of push-up position, and Jack still looked like a table.

One more move, and they'd be right near each other. "Right hand, red."