celtica. | benny weir [discontinued]

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I. DORKS

Megan Williams traipsed into the cafeteria, making a beeline for the table where Erica sat, selling tickets for the fan screening of the third Dusk movie.

   Megan loved Dusk. Many, sadly, were unable to appreciate its pure and utter brilliance, and openly discussed their distaste for the series. Some enjoyed it, showing their love and appreciation for Dusk by fangirling over the hot werewolves and sparkly vampires. But the first time Megan watched a Dusk movie, she was with her younger cousin, and she loved it as soon as the first lines were said. Megan couldn't stop laughing, resulting in a lot of glaring from her cousin. She had no idea how anyone could take it seriously. It was just perfect. A masterpiece, really.

   So it was really quite fortunate that Megan's new school she had just started at had a Dusk fan club, and they were happily accepting new members. Megan was among the first in line to purchase tickets. Her excitement and anticipation for the future screening almost lead her to forget to buy lunch. She hastily got into the lunch line behind two boys, who appeared to be arguing.

   "Benny!" hissed one of them, careful to keep his voice low, as to not draw attention to himself. His hair was much darker than Megan's untamable curly brown hair.

   "Those are state-of-the-art alien DNA detector googles!" exclaimed the tall and lanky boy defensively. Megan assumed him to be Benny. Clearly, he was one of the more "unpopular" people of the school, and definitely didn't care that he was lower on the high school hierarchy scale. In fact, he seemed to be genuinely unaware that his antics would cause some to think he was strange.

   "Yeah, so?" the other said, now clutching the goggles.

   "The high school cafeteria is an ideal place to test them out!"

   "Yeah, and to brand us as dorks for the next four years?" the other snapped back, and they grappled for the goggles. Megan could understand that a good reputation could be hard to keep sometimes, especially if you had a dorky friend who liked to wear goggles that detected alien DNA.

   "Give me the goggles."

   "No."

   "Give me the goggles!"

   "You promise to be cool?" he pleaded desperately.

   They scuffled for the goggles for a good few seconds as she stared at them, with a strange sort of fascination. Teenagers were so weird. Hard to believe she was around the same age as them. Or the same species.

   "Hey! You guys! Hey, over here!" called a blond boy with glasses from the front of the lunch line, before anyone could notice she had been eavesdropping. The two guys stopped bickering and groaned as they caught sight of him. "The three amigos ride again. Any of you guys got a buck twenty-eight?" At least Megan now knew why the line was taking forever, but that was pretty much the only positive part of her current situation.

   "Ugh, okay, that's it!" said the dark-haired one with finality, beginning to move away. "I'm getting away from you guys or I'm doomed to be — ah!"

   "Dork!" yelled Sarah, someone from the Dusk club. Her shirt was covered in what looked to be Monday's lunch, and a very startled boy stared at her embarrassedly. "Thank you so much!"