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Say a Little Pray For You

An./ this chapter is that long like at all cause one my hand still hurts, i stabbed myself remember and i have 3 stitch's now D: it was terrible, last chapter was long cause i wrote most of it before i hurt myself -.- anyways The Contest (Read Last Chapter An./(the ending one).) is still on till friday :D So now Everyone Comment On This Chapter What you Favorite Quote From my Book :D.

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Brief Interlude...

My eyes followed the tank-man's retreating figure. As the distance between us increased, the anxiety building in my stomach also dimmed a bit, but didn't fade away fully. After I made entirely sure that he was completely out of the building, I finally turned around and power-walked back to our table. Once a cackling Liam was back into my line of vision, I started to feel a wee bit better.

"Miss me?" I asked with a wide grin. Liam eyed me speculatively for a moment, as I was certain he would, before forcing on one of his blinding smiles. I took a quick look around the table, and noticed that they all had ice-creams.

"Where the fuck is my-" I was interrupted by Liam sliding a banana split at me.

And that my dear, is what best friends are truly for.

"Don't make me make like a pimp and slap a ho."

"Serena, I'm sorry, but I refuse to watch this," Justin stated firmly, as my eyes narrowed in on him. I wanted to smack that annoying look off his face. Who the fuck is he to come in here, and change my soaps like he fucking owns the place? Okay, he does technically 'own' the place, but no one likes technicalities anyway.

"Serena, you really want to watch a bunch of losers who have nothing better to do than tan and trade STDs with each other? And what the fuck kind of name is 'Snooki' anyway?" Justin asked disbelievingly, changing the channel to some lame ass movie on HBO. I know my Dad said violence is never the answer, but I wanted to backhand him upside his Blacky-head.

"You're just jealous that you can't fist pump."

Justin rolled his eyes, but still seemed offended by my comment. I grinned widely.

"Or maybe your jealous of The Situations situation. You wish you had abs like that, don't lie," I baited him. As soon as the words left my mouth, his whole body tensed up. He slowly turned to face me.

"My abs are ten times better than his, and I don't have to spend twelve hours a day at the gym to get them."

"Justin," I sighed, "we are all built differently, it's okay if you don't have a six pack, no one is here to judge you."

"What does this look like to you?" He grabbed the hem of his grey tee-shirt, and proceeded to pull it up, revealing his pale, and defined six pack. Shit, the Situation has nothing on Justy.

"Shit, I need to hit the gym," I said, patting my flat stomach.

Justin chuckled, with a smug grin taking over his face. "Don't be jealous," he mimicked.

I pouted out my bottom lip, but only a little bit, and looked up at Justin through my eyelashes. "Can we please watch my soap? It's the new episode, and I don't want to miss it." His eyes softened, and I knew I had him. He begrudgingly handed me back the sleek black remote. I let out a happy -and oh so attractive- squeal.

If only I had known he was a sucker for the puppy-dog eyes nine years ago.

"Why do you even like this show?" he grumbled. I sighed, irritated.

"Justin, don't talk while my soap's on, it's just impolite."

"Your soap?"

"Shut up."

He sighed and relaxed back into the couch. I wonder what Justywould like for Christmas. Pokemon cards? An I-Tunes gift Card? A dictionary? A team Eduardo tee-shirt? Perhaps his two front teeth? As previously mentioned, a piece of paper with the word coal written on it? So many options, so little time.

I still have to get the rest of the Adsons presents too. What do you get kids who already have anything they could ever need want? I have to admit that I'm slighty tempted to buy a book of midget jokes for Heather , but decided it would be best for all parties involved if I didn't. Namely me. If an old lady could kick my ass, imagine what two pairs of stilettos could do.

"Serena, you're not even watching it."

"Justy, what the fuck did I just say about talking!" I scolded loudly. He fell back with a loud sigh against the couch.

Kids these days, you can't teach them shit.

I glanced at the clock, and my eyes bulged out of their sockets. "Fuck!" I exclaimed loudly, standing up and throwing the remote back to Justy.

"What?" Justin asked, slightly alarmed.

"I'm late!" I shouted, running to my (Kyle's) room to get dressed. I searched the closet, and finally found a nice pair of pants, with a pretty, cream colored blouse. I found a pair of black heels, and grabbed my coat, as it was raining outside. I went into the bathroom, and fixed my hair a little, and applied a small amount of makeup.

When I walked back to the living room to find my keys, Justin was watching me, confused.

"I'm going to church, you welcome to come if you want," I said, looking up to find the perplexed expression on his face.

"You, go to church?" he asked, incredulous. I have to admit, I was a little offended by the emphasis he put on the word 'you'. I mean, sure I cuss like a sailor, and I'm too sarcastic for my own good, and I tend to make fun of people I don't know, but still.

"Yes, I do, and if you want to come, you have ten minutes before I'm leaving," I glared.

"Oh, I have to see this."

I rolled my eyes, and tapped my imaginary watch impatiently. He got up and scurried to get changed. I swear if he distracts me in the house of the Lord- I just may have to give him the good old one two.

-Ten Minutes Later-

"I'm ready!" the senor called as I was about to leave. I looked over to him to see what he was wearing. He had on some black slacks, a pair of black dress shoes, and an ruby red dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

"Somebody cleans up well, " I said, following him out of our (his) apartment, to the elevators located only a couple of feet away.

"I try," he murmured, "we should take my car today."

"I vote nay."

He narrowed his eyes at me, "And why is that?"

"Because I said so," I replied.

He mumbled something under his breath, as the elevator doors parted.

"Don't back sass me boy."

We rode the elevator down to the first floor in comfortable silence. Well it was comfortable for me, the Senor spent the whole thirty seconds scowling at me. I flashed him a sweet smile.

To Be Continued...

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I think this might be the shortest chapter yet..... oh well what do you guys think??

And i know Serena Goes to Church ;DDDD well i thought it would be a goood laugh ;) Nest Chapter you can see who they meet at Church l)

And i'm Putting This up For the Watty Awards what do you guys think? ANYWAYS i hope you all have a wonderful MONDAY!!!!! :D