A/N- Sup guys? Long time no…post. I've been creeping some 13 fanfics, and have noticed a serious lack of Simon, Eddie, Richie, Malcolm, Molly, Cassie and Charlotte. I play Simon (Simone, since I'm a girl) and would like to see more of him and the other lesser- characters. So, yeah, they'll be in this story. This is my first 13 fanfic. Enjoy!

P.S. This will be in Archie's point of view unless stated otherwise.

God, I need a girlfriend. Evan and Patrice are the only people in this entire planet that will actually talk to me, and they're all lovey-dovey. It's disgusting. I don't know how much longer I can stand it. I mean, I can live with them holding hands and stuff. It's still incredibly awkward, but I'll live. But when they kiss? It's hard to keep my lunch down. It's like having your sister date your best friend. It's just… weird.

Because I'm a total loser with two friends, I get dragged along on all their dates. Do you have any idea how awkward it is when I reach for the popcorn, only to find them holding hands in it? They try to make me feel like I belong, but it's like I don't even exist. I'm such a third wheel.

Anyways, today I am being dragged on another date. We're going to see the Bloodmaster 2. Well, I'm going to see it. Patrice and Evan will be smooching the whole time. I hate my life.

Patrice's mom came to pick me up. I staggered over to the van, and Evan helped me climb in. I put my crutches down in the gap between the two middle-row seats, and Patrice stepped over them on her way into the back. Again, I hate my life. It takes me 5 freaking minutes to get in a van.

"There's a new girl in my science class." Evan said after a few moments of awkwardness. Oh, perfect. Yet another attempt to set me up with a girl. They do this all the time. Every time Evan sees a breathing girl, he tries to do that.

"Oh, yeah! I was talking to her during Spanish. She sits between me and Richie. Kyra… Waterton, or something. She's nice." Patrice added. I rolled my eyes. Good Lord.

"Thanks guys, but I know what you're trying to do. And the answer is no." I sighed, annoyed.

"Oh, come on, Archie. We feel bad." Patrice coaxed, sounding very sympathetic as she held Evan's hand. Oh, spare me.

"Look, guys. I don't mind. Really! Besides, as if she'd ever like me anyways." I lied, trying to shut them up.

"Archie…" Patrice groaned at my bad lie.

"Who wants to talk about Star Wars!" I cried, flailing my arms up in the air, desperately trying to change the subject. Patrice glared at me, and Evan heaved a sigh.

"You'll come around." Evan smirked. I rolled my eyes.

"Guys, this is not a conversation I want to have in front of Patrice's mom, okay? Jesus." I said, and ended the conversation.

"Okay, people. File out." Patrice's mom said, pulling into a parking spot at the theatre. Evan hopped out with my crutches, ready to hold them out for me at the other side of the van. Patrice clambered out after him.

"Have fun, guys. I'll see you at 7:00." Patrice's mom said as Evan helped me out of the car. Once we were inside, she pulled away.

"Oh, yeah. Archie, there's a minor detail we forgot to fill you in on." Evan said slowly, as if he didn't know how to break the news. I knew that look. It was the same look my doctor gave my mom.

"What did you do?" I asked quickly, knowing they were going to try and beat around the bush.

"Um… we maybe possibly… invited Kyra?" Patrice grimaced sheepishly, not looking me in the eyes.

"You what?" I cried, mortified. Crapcrapcrap. My friends suck. "I hate you."

"We know." Patrice grinned at me. Awesome. Freaking beautiful. Now I was stuck in a more awkward position than comprehendible. What was Kyra going to do once she saw me? I know I'm like, drop dead sexy and everything, but for some reason people didn't pick up on that right away. Yeah, right.

"One more thing." Evan piped up. I gawked at him, in disbelief of how awful my friends were.

"What fresh hell are you going to inflict on me now?" I said irritably.

"We aren't seeing the movie until 5:00." Patrice said as if she was confessing a crime.

"But its 3:00 right now… what did you do…" I said threateningly. Patrice looked like she was being interrogated by a cop.

"We're going to go for dinner first. At Boston Pizza." Evan admitted. My jaw dropped. I can't believe they were doing this to me.

"Oh my God. You guys are the worst, you know that?" I shook my head in disbelief. I really needed new friends. Maybe I'd call Simon or Eddie once this was over with…

"So you're coming, right?" Evan asked, a hint of a smirk on his face.

"No way in hell." I replied.

"Okay." Patrice shrugged.

"I'm serious." I added, raising my eyebrows.

"Yep. We know." Evan nodded.

"See you." I turned to limp away.

"Bye." Patrice gave a little wave. I sighed and looked back at them. They were standing with their arms crossed, as if they were waiting for something.

"You know I'm coming with you, don't you." I said with a very unimpressed expression.

"Absolutely." Patrice nodded.

"No doubt about it." Evan added.

"You guys really suck, you know that?" I glared, staggering back over to them.

"Of course." Patrice smiled, linking arms with me. We left the theatre and started down the street to the Boston Pizza. I really need a life.

A/N- Wasn't that just special? I love Archie so much. One of my best guy friends plays him in our production of 13, and when he and Brett kiss he licks his face. He also makes small talk with homeless men. This is why I love him. Anway, R&R and whatever else. Hope you liked it!