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Chapter Thirteen

Olivia's P.O.V

It's Saturday morning and Meagan, Shane, Nate, Mark and I are sitting around the table eating pancakes. Meagan is staring at the picture on the box.

"That is so fricking stupid! Why would you fricking put two squares of butter on the top pancake, and drizzle the maple syrup down the side? Then the fricking pancakes in the middle of the stack are fricking dry, and the pancake on the bottom just gets all fricking soggy from the syrup collecting on the bottom of the plate! By the time you're done eating all the fricking pancakes the one on the bottom is all soggy and gross! Who even fricking eats ten pancakes and who fricking stacks them?"

"Me!" Shane and I say at the same time.

"Well that's fricking stupid! Pancakes are dumb!" Meagan says, crossing her arms like a two year old who isn't getting their way.

I smirk. "Enjoy your little rant Max? OMG! I ship it! What would your ship name be?" I wonder aloud.

"Wouldn't it just be Max or Meagan?" Nate asks, all while Meagan is yelling "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" At the top of her lungs.

"Max-gen?" Shane asks.

"Nah, I agree with what Nate said." I say.

"As usual." Mark says, rolling his eyes.

I stick my tongue out at him

"Anyway, can we stop talking about the kid that ruined my birthday cake?" Mark says.

"But I made a fancier cake!" Shane says.

There's an awkward silence.

"Well there's a lemon on the table for you." I say, looking at Meagan.

She laughs.

"What?" Shane asks.

"Nothing!" Meagan and I say at the same time.

"I'm kidding Shane, your cake was, surprisingly, really good." Mark says.

"Guys.... Why did we decide to have a guest room? We never use it!" I ask randomly.

"Yeah... someone else should move in with us.. We need another girl here." Meagan says.

"Let's put an add on Craigslist!" Shane says enthusiastically.

"Ew no! That's how you get creepy rapists who pretend to be females and then it turns out to be a 50 year old guy who finds out your house address and then kills us all in our sleep." I say casually.

"Whose name is Marty!" Meagan interjects. We all ignore her.

"What have you been reading or watching or- where did you get that from?" Mark asks me.

"The depths of my mind!" I say innocently, plastering a big, obviously fake smile onto my face.

"Ooooookaaay." Mark says.

"Only Yandere Chan could think of something dark like that!" Nate says jokingly.

"Oh boy!" says Meagan, exasperated.

"Wait, if we're not using craigslist, how will people know to come and be interviewed? Isn't there a chance of getting creeps either way?" Shane asks.

"We'll think of something" I say.

*Timeskip to the interviews after we magically find a way*

Meagan, Nate, Shane, Mark, and I are all sitting downstairs in the recording studio in a row at a long table, each with a pen and a notepad in front of us.