Teenagers

chapter two

Julia's POV:

"What if we all changed our names to Asshole?"

Ah, dinner conversations, my favorite thing.

"Is that even legal?" I ask as I lick the seasoning off my breadstick, trying my best to ignore the dirty, suggestive winks Kaylee keeps shooting at me.

"I highly doubt it's legal, but wouldn't the government have to make it legal because it's your consent?"

"Wouldn't you have to higher a lawyer?"

"What if the government doesn't care about our consent? What if-" Brittany halts her sentence. She purses her lips, and as time passes, her eyes seem to gradually grow wider. "WHAT IF THE ILLUMINATI IS REAL?" Brittany frantically shouts.

"That means we'd have to avoid covering one eye and wearing triangles." Kaylee says as she holds up a triangle with her hands.

Janelle pouts, "Triangles are my favorite shape, though. They're so orderly and pointy."

"How do you even get into the Illuminati?" Sam asks as she twirls a fork in her noodles.

"Don't you have to be in an initiation?" I ask.

"You have to sell your soul to the Devil. And, none of your souls are priced as high as I want them to be, so don't get your hopes up." Brittany leisurely answers.

"Enough Satan talk!" Janelle hisses. Brittany opens her mouth to retort only to have Kaylee shove a breadstick in her mouth. She gags at first, but Brittany thoroughly chews the breadstick with a frown. Janelle and Kaylee snicker over their forks.

"I didn't know you could deep throat," I chide in.

Brittany nearly snaps her neck as she turns to look at me, and Jaylee (is that their ship name?) are basically crying from laughter now.

"You shut up. I was just tagged teamed by them!"

The girls, besides Sam, from Kill it With Fire - I've already forgotten the rest of their names, good job, Julia - are sitting with wide eyes. One of them picks at her salad, and the rest of them just stare. Is that a hint of fear I see? Fear in your victims' eyes is- "It's rude to stare," Janelle nonchalantly states, interrupting my thoughts.

"It's rude to stab your crushes with pencils," Brittany says as she throws a piece of bread into her hair.

Janelle flusters, and she stutters as she tries to come up with a comeback. Kaylee looks unimpressed, "At least Janelle is active around her crushes." A chunk of tomato follows her statement and lands in Brittany's lap.

"Bitch, you didn't." Brittany hisses as she tosses noddles at the two of them. Kaylee gathers bread into her hands, and Janelle reaches into her plate for the shrimp she ordered. They all raise their hands, prepared to chuck food at each other when my motherly instincts kick in.

"If one of you throws a piece of food, I'm going to shut off the wifi early tonight."

"You can't do that!" Janelle whines.

"I'm the oldest; you respect your elders."

Janelle puts her shrimp down in defeat, Brittany flings a noodle into my lap with a muttered Respect your elders, bullshit., but Kaylee keeps her arm raised. She quirks an eyebrow, and her arm raises higher, "You wouldn't want to make your boyfriend sad, would you?"

I put my palms on the table, ready to launch myself at Kaylee, "You wouldn't want to be single the rest of your life, would you?"

"Are they dating?" Riley whispers, and we both whip our heads at her at the same time.

"No."

Kaylee takes this as a chance to throw the bread, but before she can fully chuck it at me, two fans walk up to the table.

"Can we have a picture?" they timidly ask.

Kaylee fumbled the breadstick in surprise, and it drops to the floor. Janelle then starts to shove a defeated Kaylee out of the booth, "Of course!"

The fans squeal, and the breadstick is long forgotten. We all gather into our (trademarked) picture positions, but the fans shake their heads and pull us into a circle.

"Ooo, a Satan circle?" I ask in glee.

"No!" Janelle shouts, and Brittany smirks.

"There are six of us," she says, "a Virgin is needed for sacrificing."

"We're all virgins here, unless one of you had a one night stand behind my back," I trail off, excluding the two fans.

"Fun fact: a Virgin in most sacrifices means that their blood hasn't been used in a sacrifice before, not that they haven't had sex yet."

"Actually," one of the fans starts, "we just wanted to take a picture of our shoes together."

The three of us guiltily smile, and Janelle frowns heavily at us. Her stare says You all are idiots, don't scare the fans. Brittany gives her a bitch-please look, but she doesn't say anything. Kaylee seems oblivious as she continues to ramble on with one of the fans about vlogging.

"But," the fan says, "a Satan circle wouldn't be that bad."

Janelle nearly shrieks, and the rest of us sweetly smile. A Satan circle in the middle of an Olive Garden with two fans doesn't sound that bad. But, it would hurt our public appeal - mothers don't want their children going to a concert of people who attempted a Satan circle. We all take a picture of our shoes, and the three of us (Kaylee excluded because, "I don't do autographs, what if someone steals my identity?") sign their arms.

When we sit down to start eating again, Alicia slides over the U-shaped booth into Brittany's side, "What about the Charlie-Charlie challenge?"

Brittany and Janelle both frantically scream.