Being Deviant

Chapter 9 : Like?

"Calvin, you're speaking way too loud." Jenna whispered, leaning her head on the couch.

"Derek, it's too bright!" Brent groaned, shielding his eyes from the normal lighting.

"Stop your yapping, we're working on it!" I complained, covering the windows with the curtains.

Mike was drinking some water while Jinx was still asleep, how could she even sleep through all this noise?

"Come on, guys. Cut us some slack. It's not our fault that you guys drank too much." Derek said, giving each of them some aspirin.

I heard a loud yawn. "Jeez, guys. Quit complainin' I'm trying to sleep." Jinx said, shifting in her seat and going back to sleep. Jinx, you could've really helped us, you know? But she still looks pretty like that. Wait, what?

A couple more groans came out of their mouths then I checked my watch. It was already 12:00 noon. If I were to take Derek out on a teenager trip, we won't have any more time.

"Look, guys. There's more aspirin on the kitchen counter. If you need even more aspirin, there's some in the cabinet above the stove. Derek and I are going out for a while so...don't do anything stupid. And if you get hungry, there's some lasagna in the fridge." I turned my head to Derek. "Come on, dude. We're leaving."

"Okay. Bye, guys." He waved toward our hungover friends as we left the house.

I let out a sigh of relief and smiled at Derek. "I've been wanting to get outta that place for hours."

"And you're saying that you're using our little 'teenage hangout' as an excuse?" He was smirking.

"In a way, yes but mostly because I wanted to hang out with you more than those hungover jerks." I said, snickering.

"I'm glad that you finally understand how it is to be with them when they're hungover. Do you know how much times I've had to lug each and every one of them into the house before you showed up while Jinx just stared, laughing at how I was struggling."

"Oh wow. That's just funny." I laughed.

A sudden breeze came so I wrapped my coat around me tighter and shivered. "It's gettin' really cold."

"Well, it is nearing Christmas." He replied, tightening his scarf. "So what teenage thing are we doing?"

"Actually, I don't know. Have you ever went bowling?"

"Yeah."

"How about ice skating?"

"Yeah."

"Have you been to an arcade?"

"No."

"Finally." I said, rubbing my temples. "Okay, that's where we're going."

***

"Dude, how does this thing even work?" He asked, this was about the fifth time he's asked this the passed ten minutes.

"You get that little mallet and you start whacking the moles that come up. Easy as that. It's called "Whack-a-mole" for a reason, you know." I said, handing him the mallet which was attached to the machine. I placed a token inside the slot and waited till the moles came up from their little hiding holes.

"You ready?" I asked.

"Yeah, I think so." He muttered then a moles shot up, immediately being pushed back inside after Derek swung and hit it with the fake weapon.

"Yeah, you got it! Now, just continue hitting until the timer runs out."

"Okay."

He kept on hitting and hitting, shooting each and every one of them down.