spark.

~Chapter 4~

Vikk and I waited in the make-shift line that felt like forever, since Preston took his sweet time while he chose which slice was up to his standards.walked to the counter, after Preston, grabbing a slice of pizza before briefly looking over it.

What? This is Mitch and Jerome's house. Knowing them, they're just waiting for one of us to fall over.

I walk back into the living room to see Rob sitting on the couch eating, and a very confused Jerome sitting on the floor observing his pizza.

Maybe he finally figured out that that slice isn't the piece he wanted.

Vikk was lying on the couch, his eyes closed. I assume he already ate his slice, along with Preston who was staring intently at the still flickering lamp.

I sat down beside Jerome and nudged him, and I nodded towards Rob's piece of pizza. He looked at the slice and narrowed his eyes before widening them, quickly noticing his stupidity of the situation. "You butt!" He yelled, glaring at Rob.

Rob only smiled mischievously, taking the last bite of his pizza. Jerome groaned, and took another bite of his own. I took a giant bite of mine, only to see Vikk staring at me as if I had grown another head. I smiled, my mouth full of food, and saw Vikk show a face of disgust before laughing. I quickly swallowed to avoid choking, and started laughing myself.

Suddenly Preston let out an annoyed, high pitched, yell of some sort, that included many voice cracks. "MIIIIIIITCHHH!" Preston yelled, posed like a little toddler with his elbows holding himself up, an attempted puppy dog look on his face.

"Yes Pressy?" Mitch responded, holding his hands together in a motherly pose.

...Is this supposed to be a normal occurence?

"Is the cake ready yet?" Prested asked,. Mitch slapped Preston's hands, and crossed his arms.

"Of course it is!" He joked, and Jerome quickly muttered,

"Because we got it from Target yesterday." I giggled, and held my hand up to my mouth.

"What'd he say?" Mitch questioned, looking offended. "I said because we bought it at the store, already made. So, of course it's ready." Jerome said, an emotionless expression on his face. "How would you know that?" Mitch said, raising an eyebrow. "Because I bought it since it's you're birthday." "Well-" Mitch tried to argue, but was instantly cut off by Rob. "BOYS!" Rob exclaimed, holding his arms out jokingly, "We just want some frickin' cake!"

Mitch rolled his eyes, and motioned to the kitchen. "You're no fun." Mitch said, pulling the Cake from the fridge.

" Don't blame me, I'm just speaking for all of us." Rob said. Preston nodded in agreement, slowly trying to take the cake from Mitch's hand, only to have them slapped again. "Ow!" Preston exclaimed, rubbing his hands together.

"No touch." Mitch said, setting the cake down on the island table.

He started slicing it, and handing out the pieces, and getting milk for everyone. "Why milk?" Jerome asks, looking down at his cup. "Cause who doesn't want milk with cake?" I answer, taking a sip.

Jerome responds in a nasally voice, "But what if I'm lactose intolerant, huh Lachlan?" He pretends to push his invisible glasses up on his nose. "Well, you aren't." I say, wiping off my mouth.

"But-" Jerome says, but gets cut off, "Just drink your milk and eat the cake." Rob says, taking a bite of cake and walking to the living room. "Well, Rob's salty." Preston says, lightly punching him in the shoulder as he walks past.

"I'm really not, just eat the frickin' cake!" Rob says while taking a seat, everyone else following each other into the living room and sitting down. Right as I everyone sits down, all of the lights cut off, and a few high pitched squeals are heard from the other side of the room.

I pull out my phone, and cut on my flashlight and shine it towards the source of the screams with an amused look on my face.

Preston and Vikk are holding each other, barely trembling and looking around frantically. "Guys, calm down." Mitch says, and cuts on his phone flash light as well.

"Yeah guys, Cam down." Jerome says, mocking Mitch's accent. "Shut up." Mitch says setting his phone down so the light illuminates more of the room, putting a faint glow and everyone's face. I do the same with my phone, and sit back on the couch. There was a silence, followed by a cough. Then someone cleared their throat.

"Well, I'm gonna go and hopefully find some flashlights and candles."