The day goes by rather slowly, leaving me to fend for myself when being social all day. We talk normally, but of course I have to make it obvious that something's off. I will admit, it is very hard to keep the topic off of your mind. Just, knowing at any moment that your hands and eyes could start glowing, and you could go invisible. Cool, right? That's what you'd think. Only sometimes it's cool. Then other times, it's an absolute burden. And here I am yet again, drifting away into my thoughts, only to be torn away. Again.
"Lachlan? Helloooo? Did you get any sleep last night? You seem... out of it." Preston asks, snapping his fingers in front of me. "Somewhat. Cactus jones wanted cereal in the desert." I groan, acting as if it was a normal part of my nightly routine. He ruffles his eyebrows. "Hey, you said it, not me." I defend, laughing slightly. Rob laughs, before saying, "I heard that last night!" Preston face-palms, blushing. "Were you drunk, Pearston?" Jerome asks, sitting down across the room. "Sadly, no." Preston says, running a hand through his hair. Before any of us can question why, he already explains. "So I wouldn't have to deal with YOU FUDGERS!" He says sarcastically, raising his voice. "I just want ONE moment of PEACE!" He laughs, making the cutting board gesture.
"Well do you guys want to go do something today? And, not be hermits?" Mitch suggests, sitting on the arm of the couch Jerome's sitting on. "Hm, I don't know.... I enjoy the hermit life." I say, rubbing my chin. "We can be hermits together!" Preston cheers, hitching his arm around my neck. "I'm dying!" I choke sarcastically, pulling at his arm. Then, Rob is added to the death grip and copies my actions. "DIE TOGETHER!" Preston yells, laughing. "Nooooo!" I say, lunging forward. I run forward, pulling Preston's arm from my neck. I turn back to face him and rub my neck, trying to quench my currently-dry-mouth with spit. Ew. "Jesus, I think I almost died." I say, dropping my hand. Rob continues to claw at Preston's arm, clearly getting annoyed that he hasn't broken free yet.
"I think Rob's dying..." I whisper to Vikk, who's standing right beside me. "I am!" Rob squeaks, finally pulling away from Preston's arm. He collapses onto the ground, and he pretends to hack and cough before 'dying.' Preston kneels down beside him, saying, "I was just kidding!" and "Pls no!" knowing he was just playing. "Kiss him!" Jerome and I shout at the same time, and smirk at each other. Everyone in the room start chanting, before Preston leans down with crimson staining his entire face. Before he can do anything, Rob pushes himself away with his foot and opens his eyes. "nope." he says plainly, standing up. "BABE!" Preston shouts, lunging at Rob. "Men! Chill!" Jerome says, making me roll my eyes. "Don't make me use the L word." I tilt my head. "Love?!" Mitch says, batting his eyes dreamily in Jerome direction. "Lawyer." Jerome says coldly. (A/N: Haahhahhahah refrenceeee[My brain is dead]) "BOYS." I say after face-palming. "What are we gonna do today?!" I ask. I mean, the topic came up what feels like 20 years ago and just faded into nothing once Poofless came into play. "Bowling?" Mitch asks, shrugging. That looked really weird. "Swimming!" Jerome yells, throwing his arms into the air. "No." All of us say in sync, Vikk giggling afterward.
"You're no fun." Jerome pouts crossing his arms. "Jerome we've been over this." I say. "Hypothermia, dood." Preston says. "Says the one who tried to kill me." I say. "Us." Rob says, punching Preston in the shoulder. "Ow. Darude." Preston complains. "Okay, well, you all can have your side-tracked conversation all you want, but I'm going to the car." Mitch says, grabbing his coat and keys. We all just follow along, grabbing our things. "So...bowling?" Vikk guesses, hopping into the car. "Bowling." Mitch replies as I climb in, closing the door. He starts the engine, and we make our way to the alley as our favorite song comes on. Work, by Rihanna. None of us know the words, but eh, who cares?
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We've been here for about 3 hours, and we're at the point of exhaustion. I mean, we wasted our energy by chucking the bowling ball instead of rolling it. Jerome ended up breaking part of the ceiling, and made Mitch pay for it. If that's not proof Merome is real, I don't know what is. But, currently, we moved lanes due to the incident, and Rob is winning. That's only because he slowly walked down the alley, and made a strike. Jerome tried doing the same, but, he ran instead of walked. I think we can all guess what happened.
"Lachlan your turnnnn." Preston says, pointing at the screen hovering above us. I grab the silver bowling ball, finding it to be the only one that fits my hands. I roll it, almost losing my footing since I stepped forwards to far. I see I get a strike, silently cheer for myself, and sit back down. This is what it's been like for the past, hour or so. Everyone is tired, but we don't wanna go home yet. So, It's kind of like we all have a huge hangover, but don't wanna leave the party. But once we do, it'll be depressing. And to add on to my dilemma, my hands keep lighting up, and it keeps annoying me or happening at the worst time possible. Like, can you not? But, it wasn't a problem for too long, until we were on the last round, game, whatever you wanna call it. I like minecraft, and know the terms for minecraft. Not bowling. Don't judge me.
"AND VIKK, HIT A.....-" Jerome starts, winding his arm. He points at Vikk, who throws his arms in the air and yells, "QUAAAAD!" I roll my eyes at their playfulness, but I can't help but grin. Mitch, then Jerome, then me, Rob, Preston, and then Vikk again. It came to my final turn, and I let go of it, watching it roll down the lane. I make a strike, getting the highest amount of points on the board. "Lachlan hit a quaaaaaad!" Rob cheers, clapping. I bow, before turning around. It's Rob's turn, and if he gets a strike, I'm done for. If he gets a spare, I win. He rolls it, and knocks over all of them, except one. The over used pin teeters for a moment, before falling. I collapse and let out a shriek, seeing as I was defeated. "YEAHHHHHH! FIGHT ME!" Rob says, hitting his fists on his chest. "Only at Pax." Jerome says, before continuing. "But no where else." "But what if I don't wanna fight? What if I wanna be your friend?" Rob says. Jerome thinks for a moment, before saying with the straightest face possible, "I'd hold your hand." I snort, before taking off my shoes. We all take them off and turn them in, sliding around in our socks on the hardwood floor. For some reason, no tacky black carpet was lining the floor. Weird. We finally get all of our things, heading home.
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Helloooooo! Long time no see, eh? Oh my goodness, I am soooo sorry. I have been so fudging busy, you don't even know. No sarcasm there, swear on my life. So, here's the new chapter, that is (thankfully) more than 1,000 words. I almost didn't even get to that, but I thought my project could wait. Next chapter, may come a little late, but it will be longer. I promise! So, I'll keep you guys posted, and I hope you enjoyed the chapter! I may come back later and update spelling errors or something that sounds downright stupid, so I apologize in advance for the notifications you'll get. Okay, see you guys later!
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Randomthis is the story of a spark. it started small, barely noticeable. but did anyone ever think it could come this far?
