The Quest to Happiness

CHAPTER 5

A/N: Hello, dear reader

How are you guys?

Here is another hopefully edited chapter for you! My teachers used to think I am dialectic because I couldn't find my own mistakes. Tests proved that I was not dialectic, but I just sometimes struggle with correcting my own mistakes. I sense them, but I sometimes don't know how to fix them. So I'm trying, guys;)

At school, the days flew by as it was boring as ever.

The classes with Tiffany were fine, as she would chat me up about Instagram memes or Star news, like how Kylie Jenner's baby was richer than we'll ever be. She watched all the TV shows where they would comment on celebrities' private life. I wouldn't watch it, but I liked listening to Tiffany blabbering about it with her stalker fangirl issues.

It was something to laugh about and distracting from the daily blah-blah school education. And before we knew it, it was Friday: traditional hang out day. I put on my large sized black hoodie with a white X printed on the back as I twisted my hair into a messy bun. I walked to the bridge and climbed down on the side on to the meadow beneath. The others were already there, all wearing their hoodies too.

Conner walked up to me when he noticed me lighting a cigarette, which he handed to me when he reached me. I accepted it, taking a puff. Conner still wasn't looking at me, even though we haven't seen each other for days.

I didn't react to it as I sat down, my back resting against the bridge's foot wall that was full of graffiti. Tiffany sat down next to me, laughing at me, just happy to see me, with her own cigarette in her hands.

The boys soon enough followed suit and sat down as well next to us. James next to Tiffany and Conner next to me, still avoiding my gaze. We all sat there puffing our cigarettes. I welcomed the flavor of it. I know we all had different reasons to smoke. Mine being I loved the taste and action. At the same time, Tiffany did to be rebellious, Conner did it because he thought it was cool, and lastly, James did because we did. He never questioned it.

"So, what's up?" Tiffany asked.

"Not much," We all mumbled.

Tiffany smiled at the answer. She placed one hand on my knee and looked at us all. "I have great news."

"You do?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

"Yeah, tomorrow you'll come to my place because my parents are out meeting some family, so they're gone for tomorrow and don't return until Sunday!" She announced. I frowned slightly because that should be a great 'news' announcement as it wasn't that original nor unusual; her parents were often not there on the weekends.

"Okay." We accepted her invitation.

Tiffany seemed very pleased, "And I have a great idea!"

We all waited for her to continue.

"We should have our hang-out garage, you know, for the weekends. Like our own lounge." She suggested proudly.

I looked at her weirdly, "Are you serious?"

She nodded eagerly, looking at James, who seemed to imagine it in his mind before nodding, "That would actually be pretty cool."

"Am I the only one catching on the whole garage-cliché, which doesn't fall under the 'cool' nor 'awesome' category?" I asked, looking at Conner, who caught my look but only shrugged, looking away again.

"Dude, it's called awesome, that's like a childhood wild vision of being a teenager! Even Barbie had her a cool garage lounge!" Tiffany exclaimed excitedly.