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c. 3

Chapter Three

"I, might gonna swing," the intoxicated idiot sang the wrong lyrics, dragging out the words I and swing, "from the chandelier! Harry, we don't have a chandelier."

"Louis, sit down." I ordered and he did nothing along the lines of obliging.

"Why don't you have a chandelier for me to swing on, Harry? That's just so disrespectful."

I rolled my eyes, "I knew I should've called Zayn to hang out instead." His eyes lit up at the mention of his crush's name, but darkened upon understanding what I meant. "Why didn't you?"

"Because," I groaned, "we'd be busy playing another game of 'Facts' and the likes of you wouldn't want to join in, Lou. Believe me, I'm almost running out of bites of knowledge, myself."

"Are you trying to say I'm dumb now?"

"No...I'm just a lot smarter than you."

"What's 9 plus 10?" He made a face.

"That's not even funny, Louis." I reprimanded him, "Making fun of someone who knows less is quite rude, but stuff like these are spreading like wildfire, having more people gain access to it until all our brain cells die out from watching that one short video and waste our time on it for centuries.

"Soon enough, we'll all be forgetting the hard work of people like René Descartes and other intelligent beings such as he. Everyone in the world will be making that joke until no one is sure if the answer is twenty-one or nineteen, I feel. It's highly improbable, but it's a possibility. Is that not scary?"

"Jesus, Harry, it was a joke." He threw his hands up in an exasperated manner and I sniggered.

"It won't be when you fail math."

"I always do. Moving on!" He yelled and I laughed, "I just reached five thousand followers on Twitter, man!"

"Personal or fan account?"

It was silent for a few seconds and I turned to look at my best friend -- who was currently sporting a dumfounded look on his face. "Wh... How did you know?"

"You leave your laptop open when you go have a wee," I laughed, "It's alright, Lou. If it makes you feel better, I have one too." A mild smirk showed itself on Louis' face and his playful eyes shined.

"The Collision?"

"God, yes!" I nearly squealed and I stood up to dance around with my best friend. "They're so fucking amazing, I don't get why I can't have 5/5 yet!"

"It's probably because they find you annoying!"

"Great help," I stopped jumping and smacked the back of the slightly older boy's head. "I bet Lance hates you just as much as I do." He threw his hand on top of his chest, where his heart was ( if he had one, oops ) and mocked hurt, "Lance is my bae! Don't say that, it's against the unspoken law of the fangirls/boys."

"Pretty sure there is no law like it, Lou," I sat back down, "And Lance, really? I took you for a Darren boy."

"Darren's cute, but Lance is hot. I love him. Don't fight me on this."

"Yes, but the term you used is wrong. It isn't love because you are only attracted to the looks. Maybe just infatuation, or a little to massive crush. As for me, Cole's personality won me over."

A look of disapproval was thrown my way and I could almost call my friend inhumane due to how harsh the glance could cut the thickest of glass...I'm only kidding, he's a harmless and idiotic fellow. "You're a killjoy. Why am I even friends with you?"