Songs of the chapter- I Write Sins Not Tragedies by Panic! At The Disco (One of my favs ♥) and On the Road Again by Willie Nelson

Dedicated to- @TheFlamingPopsicle for writing such hilarious stories and making me crack up so much, thanks to her I think I lost a few pounds from all the laughing

✐Chapter 4- "Ran like Usain Bolt hyped up on sugar"✎

Blog #56

Well I said I'd tell you guys about school.

(No I didn't but pretend I did)

I can into the hell-hole friendless and with no known enemies, came out of school right after lunch with a gay best friend and a flirting geek after I called a jock an asshat, punched him in the face (hopefully broke his nose) and kneed his nuts.

Now we're hiding like fugitives at Franny's Diner, which serves surprisingly good chocolate chip pancakes for 2:45 in the afternoon. Sorry this post had nothing to do with nerds or fangirls, but here's some advice for guys out of experience:

If a girl is wearing a cool shirt, do not stare at it for five minutes, she will think you are observing her boobs and it will really creep her out and she will consider slapping you. Also, when using fandom pickup lines, always use: You're so perfect I'm surprised you're not a fictional character, you should get a date on the spot. If you're hot, that's also a plus.

I posted the blog on my iPhone and shoved it into the pocket of Lucas's jacket he gave me to wear, because I was originally in short sleeves in November weather, so I was shivering my ass off. I had forgotten my coat in my locker, since I only had enough time to grab my backpack and then escape. I would rather die of hypothermia than leave Lesley the laptop to die or get kidnapped.

Right now you're probably thinking, she needs to sort out her priorities.

I'm telling you to quit being so nosy and keep you opinions and Harry Potter references to yourself.

And again, you wonder why you don't make many friends.

And now I'm talking to myself. Just great, I'm sure I'll make friends in a Mental Hospital.

Right now I was so nervous. My foot was tapping on the tiled floor as fast as a hummingbird's wings. Oh Lord. What if my mother found out that I... I visibly gulped. Punched a kid? Well, she probably wouldn't care as long as I'd explain, and tell her that I heard a 'snap'. Actually, she might congratulate me... But that's besides the point... It's the first day of school, and I also skipped the rest of the day, too...

We had taken Mason's car, because it was the closest to the Jefferson High entrance/exit. I swear to God, I ran like freaking Usain Bolt hyped up on sugar to his blue Volkswagen beetle

"-so much Des, you're a life saver, seriously, I think Jared, y'know, the big and mighty Jock on steroids kid might've already dug our graves and planned our funerals." Lucas babbled on. I clenched and unclenched my right hand into a fist, trying to get rid of the pain creeping up my arm from the punch.

"I told you Lucas, no biggie, don't sweat it." Lie. "What are friends for? I mean, pfft, I do it all the time, saving friends." Another lie. C'mon Destiny, you didn't even have friends before them. Just stop talking before you embarrass yourself. "I mean, like, I could be Batman or something... Well more like Batwoman, because she's a girl and all, and I'm a girl..." I finished awkwardly, mumbling the last couple words, wanting to repeatedly slam my head against a brick wall for losing the one chance I had with a guy. Batwoman? Really?

"Hell, what do you know? Here I was, thinking that you were a boy this whole time!" He said, grinning as Mason snorted into his food. My cheeks must've flamed bright red.

So he heard my mumbling...

"Oh you-you did... That's nice..." I said, pretending to sound heartbroken and wiped a fake tear.

His eyes widened. "No- I was joking- just kidding- playing around- that was SARCASM!" He shouted, causing half the restaurant to stare at him as I shoved my fist in my mouth to stop the giggles that were about to poor out.

"Oh, go back to eating, will you?" He snapped, and Mason nearly choked on his cheeseburger, where I couldn't hold my laughter anymore.

"Yeah, laugh it up, so funny." He dragged out the 'so' in a bored voice and took a sip of his lemonade. I copied his actions and took a sip of my chocolate milk.

Hey, don't judge. 17 year olds can rock the choc too.

Okay, that was lame, I really hope I don't scare off Lucas and Mason with my bad puns and awkward rhyming.

"So, where are we going to go?" Mason questioned, squirting a smiley face on his cheeseburger with ketchup.

So maybe I won't scare them off. I'm not the only immature 17 year old! (I just mentally stuck my tongue out at all you haters)

I bit my lip, pondering this. "The zoo?" I tried.

"No, macho men like us can't be seen around cute, furry animals." Lucas said with furrowed eyebrows.

"No," Mason interrupted, slapping the back of his head. "Lukey-poo here doesn't want to go to the zoo because when he once tried feeding an adorable baby goat some carrots, the adorable, innocent animal believed his finger to be the carrot. He squealed like a pig and ran to the family, in tears." Mason finished and my lips quirked up a little as I tried to refrain my smile.

"That's not so bad." I said, thinking optimistic for Lucas. Much worse has happened to me before.

"Oh, it's not." Mason said, before bursting out into laughter. "He got me eight million views on my YouTube channel. By the way, he was 14."

I burst.

Into laughter, that is. Did you know, you can burn around 1.3 calories from die-hard, rolling on the floor laughing in a minute? If that's true [Off of the statement I read on Google] than after hearing Mason's speech and seeing Lucas's pout, I'm probably, like, ten pounds lighter. Lucas's frown deepened more and more as we laughed harder and harder.

"Hey, how about we go to the bowling alley?" Lucas said with a victorious smirk on his face.

"I told you not to speak of it!" Mason hissed.

"When Mason and I were 12-" He started.

"Lucas!" Mason literally growled at him.

"We went to the bowling alley. He was a wicked fat kid, short and chubby as my Aunt Ruby."

"Hey! I wasn't that fat!" Mason yelled, insulted.

"Anyways," Mason scowled in defeat as Lucas continued. "He grabbed a ball-"

"That's what she said." Mason cut in, muttering half-heartedly.

"-that had to be about, like, twelve pounds or something. He drags it, two-handedly to the alley, then goes to let go, but his fingers (being so fat) got stuck in the holes and he didn't let go in time, and went rolling down the alley with the ball!" Lucas finished, waving his arms all around, ignoring Mason's comment.

I was officially in tears of laughter. I was getting cramps from all the giggles.

So this is what exercise is like?!

Shut up, conscious.

Regaining breath, I made another suggestion. "The movies?"

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"On the road again!" We sang in [sort of] harmony.

"Just can't wait to get on the road again!" Sang Lucas way off pitch.

"The life I love is making music with my friends." Mason sang, holding onto my wrist and using my hand as a microphone.

"We're here!" I cheered, noticing the large MOVIE THEATER sign, as Mason pulled into the parking lot with me bouncing in my seat. I retired my microphone-hand [hopefully for good, its hard holding up your hand for a twenty minute ride singing pointless songs] as he parked the car.

I bolted out and raced to the theater doors. We had all agreed to see one of my favorite movies since it came out.

Catching Fire here I come!

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"'Scuse me, coming through. Hey, watch the elbows! 'Scuse, watch it, hey! No tripping, that is MEAN, this is a Godda- uhm, it's a movie theater!" I snapped, almost swearing in front of little kids. But come on these kids are so mean, people these days, gosh.

"Shut up!" Cried one boy, glaring at me. Jeez, shouldn't he be in school? "Says you, blondie." I retorted, and he lifted his hands to his golden hair, his lips parted a bit.

The theater was packed, there were no three seats in a row! There was one guy that was sitting in two seats, with a giant popcorn in the seat next to him! Come on dude, you have got to be kidding me!

"Des, over here!" Lucas called to me.

"Coming!" I shouted back to him, as half the theater chorused, "SHH!"

"The movie hasn't even started people! God!" I yelled right back. I clambered over people's legs and children and pet Chihuahuas (Wait, pet Chihuahuas?) to where Mason and Lucas were doing jumping jacks to get my attention over all the other people standing around lazily.

I squeezed into the middle and opened the wrapper on the jumbo snickers bar that I had gotten from where you ordered the popcorn and drinks and excitedly pushed my glasses on the brim of my nose. The lights brimmed down as Lucas sat onto the squishy theater seats and the movie began to play.

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"Waa!" I wailed. I shoved another, now melting snickers bar into my mouth and chewed on the chocolaty piece of heaven, tears threatening to come out.

"Des, you- you're making a scene..." Lucas said awkwardly, and tried to be soothing and placed a hand on my shoulder. "Why are you crying? It's not even a sad part!" He whispered.

"There just s-so so h-h-h-HOT!" I sobbed. "AND THEY CAN NEVER BE MINE!" I cried, and stuffed my face into Lucas's chest.

"Yeah, that's impossible, I mean, they're fictional. And, I could understand if it were Gale on the screen right now, yeah, Mason fan boys over him. But, it's just Finnick and Pe-"

"Just Finnick?" I said slowly, lifting my head and wiping my tears with my eyebrows high. "Just. Finnick?!" I repeated, the words that were... Foreign, on my tongue. Finnick is not simply just Finnick. And Sam Claflin, who plays [not just] Finnick, is amazingly hot. "What, were you going to say, 'and Peeta?'" I calmly said in a cold voice that sounded slightly deadly also... "Nobody disses MY Josh Hutcherson and MY Sam Claflin." I hissed, and dumped my cup of sprite on his head full of raven black hair, making it run down his shirt and soaking the theater seat and his black shoes.

My eyes widened at what I just did.

You just poured your drink. Onto your new best friend! Conscious stated the obvious parts of the problem.

But he INSULTED hottie number 1 AND hottie number 2! The other part of conscious put in input, and the more obvious parts of the 'problem'.

Throughout my conscious's bickering, I lifted my piano-fingered hand to my [now wide open] mouth with a wet Lucas (And as Mason would say from what I learned about him in the past day is, "That's what she said!") to my left and a giggling Mason who had recorded the whole thing on camera. Lucas was frozen in shock, and most of the theater was staring at us, some in shock and others yelling profanities (Mostly Barbie boy who was now tugging on his girlfriend's hand out the theater) for us to shut up and many other words I shall not repeat for the sake of your innocent minds.

"I. Am. So. Sorry!" I whispered to him, my voice a bit muffled from my hand which was still covering it, shaking my head back and forth making my curls fly across my face in a flurry of brown.

"We're leaving." Uttered Lucas, still a bit in shock. Jeez, I am full of badass moments today now that I think about it, aren't I?

We got up from our seats and shoved and pushed our way out the theater and headed for the car in silence, Lucas still dripping. When inside, Mason broke the 'awkward' silence with a, "Well, that was fun!" before driving off.

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"Where are we going?" I asked Mason after about ten minutes in the car.

"Our house."

"To yo- wait, you guys live together?" I questioned Mason.

"Yeah, we're b-"

"Yeah, yep, we do!" Lucas butted in on Mason. They exchanged looks before Mason went back to driving. To relieve our sins of this awful silence that fell upon us once again, I turned on the music on my phone.

The first song that came on was 'I Write Sins Not Tragedies' by Panic! At the Disco, one of my favorite bands. I automatically burst into Destiny song-mode, along with Lucas and Mason.

Jesus, my life is becoming more and more like 'High School Musical." Except without a Troy... And romantic scenes... Or dancing (Except Mason's hip thrusts at every stoplight)... And we're singing more... inappropriate songs, and...

You know, now that I think about it, it's not really anything like High School Musical.

"Oh, Well imagine, As I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor," We screamed, and I raised my hands in the air as far as I could without hitting the roof.

"And I can't help but to hear, No, I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words: "What a beautiful wedding! What a beautiful wedding!'" We sang, pulling into a driveway in a cute little neighborhood with cute, cozy houses surrounded by white picket fences and dozens of rosebushes, the houses colored something like 'sunshine yellow' or 'sky blue'. I skipped out of the parked punch buggy and grabbed Mason and Lucas by the elbows, humming 'We're off to see the wizard, the wonderful wizard of Oz.'

When Mason went to find his spare house key (P.S- it's under the welcome mat) I pulled Lucas aside, behind the vibrant colored Volkswagen beetle.

"I am so, so sorry." I started off. "It's just, I'm not used to this whole, 'friends' concept, and this is very stressful, new schools and stuff, and the whole crotch-kicking/nose-punching deal, so finally when you insulted both my buddy-with-benefits and my husband, all my anger went to you, wait, you didn't hear that, I never said anything about being married to a 28-year-old, or a sex friend, or actually it'd be love-making, 'cuz I'm in love with him, obviously, wait, no off topic, I'm sorry! Anyways, I mean, it was like, one of my weird ninja reflexes, or like a sixth sense or somethi- mmmphffff!" Lucas shoved his hand onto my mouth to shut me up from my casual ranting about my incredible sex with Josh Hutcherson.

Another ninja reflex/sixth sense of mine- biting a person's hand when they try to shut me up, and from experience I know this because of when Hailey tried to stop my chat about how I accidentally walked into the boy's locker room during gym class one day, by the way, complete accident.

Oops.

"Ow!" He yelped, wiping the (now forming) blood off his finger with his still soaked Star Wars t-shirt.

"You were going to be forgiven, until you clamped your damn vampire razors into my poor, poor finger!" He said, faking anger, pretending to sob, but I could see the slight amusement also in his gorgeous bright aqua eyes.

He then began to wipe his blood on his shirt, and hissed in pain, and began sucking the blood on his finger.

At least that's what it looked like.

"What, are you also a vampire? You are coming to suck my blood." I joked.

"How'd you know?!" Lucas gasped, and my eyes rounded the size of quarters. Holy Hermione, I was just joking!

"Totally got you," Lucas snickered. "You're so gullible! Did you seriously think I was a vampire?"

"Shut up." I muttered, and flicked his forehead. He muttered something about a 'violent woman'. Hmm, I wonder who she is.

"Let's go inside and get you some... Dry clothes." He nodded, and his damp, jet black hair shook like a wet dog.

I pushed my glasses up my nose, tucking in a strand of my brown, wavy hair behind my ear and lightly bit my bottom lip nervously. I could've sworn I saw his eyes glance down-

"Wait..." He snapped out of his trance. "Did you say buddy-with-benefits...And HUSBAND?!" He exclaimed as I snorted. "A little slow, aren't we? Joshie Hutcherson's my extra special friend, and Sam Claflin's my husband, although they don't really know it yet, but anyways..."

He looked at me and let out a little laugh. "You are something else, Destiny Odair."

I'll take that as a compliment.

I felt my face heat up and I quickly grabbed him by the smooth hand with my sweaty, delicate one and ran toward his house, pulling him along.

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"So this is your room?" I asked, walking around, glancing at everything. Out of the corner of my eye I could catch him staring at me, so I was suddenly self-conscious and sat on the edge of his bed. The walls were a dark, sea green color, and they matched his eyes beautifully. The curtains were black and draped down to the striped carpeted floor. His bed was light blue, almost the color of a robin's eggs. His room was freakishly neat for a seventeen-year-old-young-maturing-boy. He had a laundry basket by the side of his bed holding dirty clothes neatly folded and carefully put (not thrown, unlike what Sam would probably do) inside. Other than a few books here and there and a couple loose sheets of homework, the place was spotless.

"Go change!" I shooed him with a smile, giggling, seeing his lanky body awkwardly standing by the foot of the bed while he scratched the back of his neck. He looked devastatingly adorable, and I placed my lip beneath my teeth again to keep from grinning like the Joker in batman and pushed my glasses further up the brim of my nose. He dropped his hand from his neck and scurried over to his closet. I took out my phone and hummed "Sarah Smiles" under my breath, another song by Panic! At the Disco, one of my favorites. I was hoping it would bring me luck to my dreaded cutthroat game of Flappy Bird.

Damn bird. I almost threw my iPhone across the room in frustration. (I've done that before, except in the car, almost broke the windshield of my sister's Hyundai).

But guess what my high score is? 7.

Bow down, though, suckers, that's right. Had an all-nighter to get that, baby.

Slowly looking up, I felt eyes on me. Do you ever get the feeling someone, or something, is staring at you? And then, like, the back of your neck prickles unpleasantly?

My mouth almost dropped open.

I was staring at the second bare chest in a day, which is probably a record, not counting when I walked in on my sister and her boyfriend-now fiancé 'doing the do', when he was shirtless (but not just shirtless, scarred for life now, just gag!) and then later that day we had gone to the beach (where he only wore swim shorts).

Lucas's muscles were defined, and yes, dare I say it, drool worthy. He had sort of 'secret abs' where you didn't expect him to actually have abs, but as they say, don't judge a book by its cover.

Bad Book Puns by Destiny Odair, everybody. Oh good God help me.

I blushed bright red when he noticed me staring and quickly busied myself with Flappy Birds again. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Lucas's smirk at me before putting on the new t-shirt in his hands that read, 'Wibbly Wobbley Timey Wimey' and I grinned a little.

That's when I realized he's exactly like me, except he's a boy. He's me in boy form.

I began copying the answers to the day's algebra homework, courtesy of Lucas, since I didn't have my backpack (Once again, because I had to make a sacrifice to save Lesley) and when Lucas is about to speak...

"Talk dirty to me! Talk dirty! Tal-"

My phone scares the livin' daylights out of me.

I quickly scampered over to my phone and held up a finger to Lucas, motioning him to be quiet for a minute with an apologetic look on my face. I saw the caller ID. Oh no. Quickly answering the phone, I stuttered.

"H-hello?"

"Destiny, where the hell ARE YOU!?" Sam roared into the phone.

Gulp.

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AUTHORS NOTE

How much are you in love with Mason and Lucas?!?!?! OMG I am like fangirling over my own characters...

I had a Panic! At the Disco phase as I wrote this so I felt I had to have a couple songs in the chapter...

QOTC- What's your favorite movie?

I'd have to say Catching Fire. Or Mockingjay, I cried nonstop at that movie... <3 God, Finnick is j-

Ok, I'll stop talking. I could go on forever.

You guys, comment what you thought of the chapter!

And vote if you really liked it and you peed your pants in laughter at Destiny's remarks... I know I did when writing this.

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