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~Chapter 3~

We played rock band for a bit, and I'm not even going to go into detail with the singing. Everyone sang at least once, and Jerome was definitely the worst. Every time he would let out a blood curdling scream, but excused himself, since that was just 'his way of singing.'

 We stopped playing because after we started playing a storm starting brewing, and took out the TV. "So, what should we do now?" Vikk asked, gaining everyone's attention. We all put our instruments down and sat down on the couch.

"I don't know, the pizza guy still isn't here though. He was supposed to be here like-" Mitch looked down and to check his wrist that had no watch, "an hour ago!" Everyone sighed in disappointment, not caring that Mitch literally had no idea. 

"Maybe he got caught up in the storm. I mean, it does look pretty rough out there." I suggest. It looks dangerous out there. I mean, the wind sounds terrible, the rain looks like bullets,  not to mention it being  about 40 degrees outside. I was ripped from my thoughts as the lights started flickering, and a loud thump was heard outside. We all scrambled over, crowding the window.

A power line had collapsed just done the road, yellow tinged sparks emitting from it. I heard Mitch whispering obscenities under his breath. Which, anyone can understand; it's his birthday.

"There wasn't even a forecast for this!" Preston said while holding his arm out towards the window. "I know, it was supposed to be sunny today! Still Chilly, but sunny." Rob agreed, looking at the rain outside, seeming upset with the weather as well. It was obvious that all of us were. 

"Well- maybe we could eat left overs from yesterday? I have a cake, too. So at least we have something to work with, right guys?" Mitch said, smiling weakly as he tried to lighten the mood. We all agreed, and started walking to the kitchen.

He pulled out the left over box of pizza, and grabbed some plates and drinks. He set them on the table and stepped back, bowing. "Gentlemen, dinner, is served." Mitch said, a smirk on his lips.

 "Dibs on this slice!" Jerome and Rob say, pointing at the same piece of pizza. They both narrowed their eyes at each other, before lunging towards a slice of pizza. They both fell on the ground, I'm not really sure who grabbed the piece though. Jerome suddenly stands up and starts running away, holding the piece of- crushed pizza. I look over to Rob who has calmly stood up and is now washing his hands. I get his attention and send him a questioning look, and he simply smiles.

 "Jerome's an idiot." He shrugs, laughing slightly. I raise an eyebrow, only to see him point at the box, to an untouched box of pizza, only missing about 3 pieces, 2 I assume were eaten last night. But lying there I notice the piece of pizza both Jerome and Rob wanted. I look up and smile. "I grabbed a random piece. I guess he didn't even notice during the 'attack'." Rob admitted, seeming to be quiet in case Jerome came back. Those who hadn't gotten their slice, including me, had made a little line.

I wish this was better, you know. The one birthday party of Mitch's that I come to, is a disaster. It isn't too bad, at least all of us are together. 

I'm just confused as to why it's only happening when I came.