The Signing

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        As always, physics was boring. Luckily, I had Dez to keep me entertained. Our teacher let us have free seating, so of course, we chose to sit right next to each other and in the back. I don't know how we both managed to get good grades in that class.

        Dez was really the only good friend I had. I knew a lot of people, but I had only developed a strong relatioinship with one person at school, and whether she liked it or not, that person was Dez. She has been there for me through thick and thin, but sometimes it's because of that that I feel like I don't do enough for her. If it weren't for her, I probably would've already taken my life back when my parents first got divorced. It was a real rough time for me, yet I could always vent to Dez. I don't know how I could ever do the same for her.

        After Dez and I had disrupted the class for the entire period, the bell finally rang. We shoved our notes into our black holes of backpacks and pranced out of the room.

        "Well someone's excited!" I called after Dez who had already shoved her way through the flock of popular kids just as I reached the beginning of them.

        "Hurry up, Violet!" She yelled back at me. I finally barged my way through, stumbling in the process, and ran into a body. I heard an "Oof" and started to apologize, but I stopped myself when I saw that it was just Dez. We both broke down laughing at how stupid we must've looked and continued down the hall.

        "So we're gonna take the long way home -- hah references -- today" Dez explained as I facepalmed. "That way we can hit up Le Target to get some notebooks." We always had to French-ify Target to make it sound all fancy, and though it probably did to other people, for us, the joke never got old.

        "Okie-dokes!" I replied.

        "So, are you excited to meet 5sos?" she asked me. I looked at her like she was an idiot. "I'll take that as a yes," she giggled. We turned the corner and made our way through the Target parking lot and into the store.

        "Oh. Mah. God." I ran over to a clothing display and pulled out an epic-looking Pink Floyd shirt. "IT'S STINK FLOYD!" I joked. Now it was Dez's turn to facepalm. The shirt was a black tank top with the Dark Side of the Moon album cover design on it. It was shorter in the front and longer in the back, and the armpits hung low. I would have to get a bandeau to wear with this, I thought.

        "How much is it?"

        "Uhh... It's on sale! It's only $8.95!" I said after finally finding the tag.

        "Okay, you know what you're going to do?" She asked as I shook my head. "You're going to buy that shirt and wear it when we meet 5sos."

        I thought about it for a couple minutes. Obviously, what I wear when I meet them has to be something that looks good on me and says something about me. I figured this could pass. "Okay," I agreed. "But wait, what pants am I going to wear with it? And I'd need a bandeau, too!"

        "Wear those white cutoff shorts with the studs on the pockets and you can borrow my coral bandeau. Oh, and wear your mint green Converse hightops that match my hair!" She flipped her dyed hair in the air and I giggled and nodded.

        "Okay, but what about you?"

        "Hmm... I'll figure something out, but right now we need to go get those notebooks before we waste all of our time." She grabbed my arm and pulled me through the store to the office supply area. "Let's just get a plain one so we can swaggify the covers, yeah?"

        "Definitely!" I picked out a white-covered notebook for maximum swagification as Dez grabbed a red one. I took out my old school slidey phone to look at the time. My eyes widened when I saw that we had somehow managed to spend an hour in the store, leaving us with only one more hour before I had to be back home. "We really have to get going if we want any time to work on these," I told Dez, holding up my notebook.

        "Okay, let's go!" We both ran to the checkout line and paid for our notebooks and my shirt and bolted out the door.

        We speed-walked the rest of the way to Desiree's house. Once we got there, Dez fished around in her backpack to find the keys. After a couple seconds, she finally found them and opened the door. We both ran inside, dropping our backpacks near the door, and ran up to Dez's room with our notebooks in hand.

        "What time is it?" Dez asked me. I looked down at my phone again.

        "4:13. That means we have about 35 minutes before I'll have to walk home."

        "Okay, then let's get cracking." I pulled the notebooks out the bag as Dez got her sharpies and gel pens. If you ever needed any odd color of pen, always go to Dez.

        "How do I even start this?" I asked Dez, feeling intimidated by a completely blank notebook cover.

        "Like this." She took her black sharpie and drew an 'x' across the entire cover of her notebook.

        "Oh my god, that was so predictable."

        "LET'S BE UNPREDICTABLE!!!" We both scream-sung. The references left a lot to be desired that day.

        "You know what. I'm just going to make a design." I took Dez's red sharpie and drew a few lines diagonally across the corners. Then I switched directions over and over -- oh look, more references -- until the lines covered the entire front of the notebook.

        I noticed Dez look over at my cover. "Woah, swaggadelic bruh." I bursted out laughing at her comment and then looked over at hers. She had widened her 'x' and then filled the four triangles with tally marks, like in the 5sos logo, in every possible color. It looked really great.

        "Swagnificent," I said, copying her wordplay. She bursted out laughing before thanking me. I looked at the time once more. It was 4:49. "I should probably get going," I told Dez.

        "Aw, okay." We both walked back downstairs and I put the notebook in my backpack. "See you tomorrow, bae."

        "Aight." We hugged and I grabbed my backpack and Target bag before heading out. "Text me!" I called back.

        "Kay-kay! Bye!" We both waved and I made my way through the neighborhood and back home.

        A/N: Sup folks. So it's been a while since I last updated. I'll admit that I have no good reason. Laziness just took over. Let me know what you think of this so far. Lemmeh know if it is amazeballs or if it just sucks balls. Any feedback is appreciated =P As Luke says in the first Target prank video, "Have a lovely day."