You and Allie hid in the nonfiction book section, behind a shelf near Tyler and Amy's table.
"They look like they're having fun." Allie whispered.
You slumped down.
"But Tyler's bein' a mega-dork-noob times ten!" She cheered.
She theorized that since Allie was as cool as Jake Long (A/N: NOT SORRY), the dorkish Tyler (who she theorized was about as cool as Ned Flanders) didn't have a chance.
It was like gold.
"Jeez. I wish I had a battleball or powerball or whatever so I could get closer." You sighed.
"I can make THAT happen!" Allie answered, holding up an orange battleball.
"How did you even--?!"
"Stole it."
Allie had been an orphan for the first nine years of her life. Which meant she had learned a LOT from Aladdin the street rat. Even though she got adopted 3 years ago (she was 12) she still stole a lot of stuff.
"C'mon. Thrust it." She said temptingly.
You grabbed it and breathed in, sticking it to your body, which altered your DNA.
"H-holy s-shhhh--" You barely could breathe. The battleball was heavy. Allie stuck the suit program (she had also stolen it) in the side of the ball. Armory covered your body as your (H/C) hair was dyed orange and a visor covered your face.
"Amazing." You and Allie stated.
Your mind started to levitate a book (you had telekinesis (Tyler has FREAKING TELEPATHY)) over the shelf to put it in on the other side. It fell on Amy, bringing her and Tyler in a kiss.
"Oh G-god!" You could barely talk. Tyler was red, and so was Amy.
"Amler, Amler, Amler!" Allie silently cheered.
"Sorry, Tyler!" Amy said shakily.
"Its okay!" Tyler answered.
To your surprise, they started to laugh.
"Well, that's a match made in heaven." Allie sighed.
