"DING DING DING DING DIIIIIING"

Pelo sat bolt upright in his bed. Sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating the half-finished paintings and nearly-done-but-just-needs-something-more pencil drawings spread across the room.

It was his phone ringing that had awoken him. He dragged a hand through his bedraggled hair, attempting to get it to fix itself (which it didn't. Stubborn hair.) Peering at his lock screen, he saw not one, not two, but eight missed calls and twenty text messages within the span of thirty minutes. All from Orion.

Whoops. Did he miss something important?

Pelo texted him:

pelo

what happened

orion

OH GOOD YOURE AWAKE

WE HAVE A PRANK GROUP MEETING THINGY TODAY

10 AM

pelo

on a saturday???

wait what time is it

shit

orion

YEAH ITS OK WERE STILL HERE

pelo

yeah but i missed like twenty minutes of it

so it's not worth it to go now

orion

Come on, it's fine

I'll personally pick you up and taks you there

*take

pelo

ok fine

where is it?

orion

Lakeside park

pelo

oh that's like right next to my house

i'm coming

Pelo hurriedly dressed, then threw flip-flops on. It was mid-October, so it was still warm without being particularly hot. Perfect for a meeting at the park, he supposed.

As Pelo approached the park, Orion and Lilith saw him and ran over.

"Oh, you made it!" Lilith said, smiling.

Pelo nodded awkwardly. "Yep."

Orion laughed. "I guess I could've just walked over to your house and banged on your door until you woke up."

"Yeah, I guess so."

The trio headed to the group, who was sitting around one of the tables at the park. You know, one of those that most Americans probably had outside their school or somewhere nearby, with the weird rubbery texture and criss-crossed holes creating the surface of the table. Yeah, one of those picnic tables.

Why was Pelo thinking about picnic tables so much?

Roshan seemed to be talking as Pelo, Lilith, and Orion sat down, saying something about communication and the importance thereof.

"Pelo, what's your phone number?" Faun asked suddenly. Pelo startled.

"Uh, it's 280–"

"Hold on, lemme get my phone out so I can make a contact. This is for our group chat."

"Group chat?"

Faun nodded, scrolling on fauns phone. "I figured it would be a better way of keeping up with meetings, important dates, ideas, et cetera. Okay, you can give me your number now."

Pelo slowly recited his number once again as faun clicked the number into fauns phone.

Roshan nodded. "Alright, the group chat's been created. I'll text to make sure it works."

prank bitches

unknown

can everyone see this

fitz

why did you name it prank bitches

unknown

that's what we are

fitz

fair enough

Pelo changed the "unknown" number in his phone to "roshan". at least, he assumed it was Roshan. Faun created the group chat, after all.

jj

hiiiiiiiiiii

alanna

heyyyyyyyyy

meg

prank bitches lmaoo

"Let's just have everyone say something so we know it will go through. Not all of us have IPhones," Roshan said, looking pointedly at Pelo's older Galaxy model.

pelo

hi

orion

What's up guys

asryn

prank bitches, you mean?

lilith

hiii

orion

Yes

Sure

"Damien, are you going to say something or just look sad?" Asryn asked. "Because if you're just going to look sad, then I'm going to move to the other side of the table so I don't have to look at you."

Damien shrugged, then pulled out his phone.

damien

hi

Orion frowned, and exchanged glances with Lilith. Obviously something was wrong with Damien. The question was, how to fix it.

"Okay! That's it," Roshan said, standing. "Meeting adjourned."

—raven speaks!

(530 words)

hey ! sorry for the short chapter, but i just wanted to update this and this is what i had. i wanted to add some texting and stuff between the groupmates, and also show how the club/group changes when roshan's in charge (not in a bad way, just some people *cough pelo cough cough* have to get up earlier lol)

don't be mean to pelo please and thank you.

bye !