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Mark POV

She has a boyfriend?! All this time she's been saying about how the perfect guy for doesn't exist! It was a lie! It was all a lie! Or not. Ronnie has her reasons. But what reasons are there? I mean, you can't just say something about you having no one, and then out of the blue shout out that you don't want your love life on the Internet. Oh wait, I kinda backfired on myself. Dammit.

Ronnie POV
I watched my best friends leave to go to their stations. I put my head in my hand and slowly walked to my station. What could I do to tell them? I can't say it straight to their face, they'll think that I'm lying. I can't just put up a sign, that's too boring and stupid. I can't do them all huge favors. They probably won't forgive me but still have a clean house. Ugh! What am I supposed to do!? I thought of a lot more things like write a poem, do an interpretive dance, give them cookies, until I finally thought of the right one. A song! Why did it take me so long to think of that!

I stood in my place, talking and hugging and taking selfies. Until finally the head of the place said that everyone had to leave. I only had three more people in my line though! As they were leaving I tapped them on their shoulders. I talked with them, took a selfie, and gave them three of my limited edition Xbox controllers. You could definitely see that I brightened up their day.

I collected my gifts and letters in a bag and left. Again, everyone else was in the back and I was driving. I started to think of song lyrics for my song and hummed them to see if what I had so far sounded good. "Whatcha humming, second place?" Felix asked. "Nothing." I replied. "If you repeat it over and over it doesn't sound like nothing! I want to hear it!" Everyone else crowded around me. "Well, you'll just have to wait til my next music video." I smirked. "We'll be listening every time you sing." Mark said. "Even in the shower?" I asked jokingly. "Especially the shower." Jack said seriously. "Oh. I thought you were kidding. You're not kidding. That's terrible! I sing all the time!"  "Exactly."  "Shut up Cry! That's going to court."  "When are you gonna do your 'court cases'?" Cry asked. "When I have time for them. So maybe tomorrow during my panel with you three dorks. I'm talking to you Sir Bitchalot, Hexagon Stealer, and Markifuck."  "Sir Bitchalot! Where did that come from?!"  "You always bitch about how terrible you are at most Xbox combat games. I gave you the title of Sir, be happy."  "And Markifuck?"  "Would you like to hear all the reasons or just the biggest one?"  "All of them."  "Ok. You're always a little motherfucker, you take most of my kills, you're a cheating bastard, you can be so stupid, you make most moments awkward... Need I say more? No? Good."  "Hexagon Stealer? Really?"  "What? It was either that or dick sucker. And it would have been Mark's dick cause I don't have one."  Mark smirked. "I'm sure your boyfriend has one you can suck." Everyone laughed and smirked. "I don't have a boyfriend!"  "You specifically said that you don't want your love life on the Internet!"  "Well, Felix, if you watched my 'draw my life' videos then you would know that I ended all relationships for me in high school. I hated being heartbroken!"  "Oh. I didn't know that." Answers like that came from the other three. "Yeah, well. Go watch the video. But if you're interested in just my love life, watch my video called 'Love Sucks'. It'll say something huge about why I don't date. Oh look we're home."

We got out of the truck and did our own thing in the house. Someone was outside my door listening for my singing. I mean, I have great singing, but seriously! So I sang something soft and sweet to my room. Well, it was to make Jack, who was outside the door, fall asleep. When I heard snoring, I got my journal and laptop. On my laptop, I pulled up One Republic. They always calm me down. In my journal, I wrote down my explanation for why I don't have a boyfriend and why I don't want one. I reread my explanation over and over.

When I decided it was ok, I took the first four sentences and turned them into lyrics. After that, I sang them to decide pitch, tempo, and dynamics. When I was done with that, I sang the revised lyrics that I had over and over so they were etched into my brain. It was 11:58 when I finished. I walked out of the room to see only Mark, Jack, and Felix. (Same thing as in the first chapter with the speech). "You ok? You seem tired." "I'm fine. Really. Just a little*yawn* hungry."  "You sure about that?"  "It also seems like you're tired."  "I'm fine. How long ago did you eat?"  "Everyone else ate at around 10. We offered to wait for you. But at midnight, we were eating, without you or not." "Thanks guys."  "No problem. Chef Jackaboy is on it."  "Are you sure you don't want me to cook? I'll make some steak or chicken or something."  "You need to sit down. I got it!"  "Don't burn down my house." We chuckled a bit. I kept yawning. "Jack, hurry up! We're falling asleep here!"  "You or Ronnie?"  "Ronnie."  I shot up. "I'm ok! I'm up. Jack! Get your potatoes of the burner! Then add salt and pepper."  "Jesus. Don't mess with her sleep."  "Sorry. I've been bust. I mean busy. Oh jeez." I put my head in my hands. Felix hugged me and poked my back. "Jack! Hurry up!"  "Imma coming! Wake Ron up."  "I'm up! I need my phone. I need One Republic. Can you get it for me, bro?" I put my head on the table. "I got it." Mark left the room.

Jack came in with roast beef sandwiches with cheese, mashed potatoes, and gravy in it. I started to fall asleep. "Ronnie, you don't wake up, I'm gonna shove your camera in the toilet."  I immediately sat up. I looked at the food in front of me. "Thanks Jack."  "You're welcome. Are you sure you can eat without falling asleep?"  "I can if I had my phone. Mark!" He ran back in, pulling up his pants. "I had to use the bathroom."  "Did you wash your hands?"  "Yes miss."  "Thank you." I put my earbuds in and blasted 'Life in Color', which was very loud. I stayed up and we talked about tomorrow's panel. We called the office and they said we could have Cry's court case on stage. Smosh Games's would have to be filmed here. When we finished, it was 12:46. I almost fell asleep on the table after I finished eating. Jack carried me to my room and shut off the lights and such. After that, he kissed my forehead when he thought I was asleep. I sat up and hugged him. "Thank you."  "The 'thank you' would have been enough."  "I know. But you did the same to me."  "Goodnight, ya dork."  "Goodnight you idiot."