So this is my first fanfic so... Sorry if it sucks I guess. And feel free to comment/review or whatever. OH! And I take a lot of stuff from a that I read but I edit it enough so that it's my own... so often I won't give (official) credit unless I take a LOT out and/or don't really edit it... A lot of people have done this plot But I've had this idea for a while so... Yea! Enjoy!
A lot of this is from Plus One by ailaalive... Go check it out! It's really good!
And I basically own NOTHING!... Except for Haylee. :) okay, NOW you can enjoy.

CHAPTER 1

(Preston)
It was two weeks after the alien left, and for some odd reason Cary was grinning as I pulled up on my bike to him and the other guys in Joe's driveway. I scanned the area and noticed Alice wasn't with Joe like we'd all become accustomed to seeing. It felt weird, like someone was missing, but only for a moment before I remembered that Cary was making this day 'Our Day', the original Fab Five, no girls, not even any other guys. I set down my bike and walked over to where they were all standing.
"You sure you can make it all day without your girlfriend?" Martin teased Joe.
Joe blushed, while Cary retorted "You sure you can make it all day without your mom?"
There was a round of ohhhs! Followed by Charles' smart-ss remark, "I know I sure as hell can't make it all day without Martin's mom." Cary and I doubled over in laughter and Martin's eyes got really wide.
Joe looked disgusted, even though it was rather funny. "Dude, that's gross. What would Maggie say to that?"
I was helplessly confused. "Who's Maggie?"
Martin replied " Maggie is Charles' so called girlfriend. She went to some camp that he went to." Wow, if even Martin knew this then I was further out of the loop than I thought I was.
Cary's head whipped up, "Girls FREE day. No talking about Maggie."
Joe cut in "No one knows what she would even say to that because none of us have even talked to her before. For all we know she could be fake."
Charles glared at him, "Man, shut up!"
"ALL of you shut up! Guys, stop talking about chicks!" Cary stood up to assert his authority, but he was really too short for it to work.
Martin threw his arms up in front of his body defensively, "Hey I never mentioned any girls."
"Cary is just jealous because he isn't gettin' any." Charles snickered.
"Neither are you!" Joe laughed at him. "Your girl is all the way in New Hampshire!"
I raised an eyebrow. "I really don't think Alice is that type of girl either..."
Joe shrugged in agreement.
Then Cary screamed out, "AGH! SHUT UP!" we all fell silent "No more girl talk, please!"
"What do you think guys do, Cary? They talk about girls." Martin pointed out.
"It's only natural." I added.
Charles coughed, "Unless you're not into chicks."
At that point Cary jumped over his bike which he had just dropped, and ran over to Charles. We were all afraid of what he would do, but we wanted to know so bad that we just watched.
Surprisingly, he just pushed him to the ground, probably because his backpack of explosives were at his bike "Shut up, fatty! At least I don't make up fake girlfriends."
I was about to point out that it was one girlfriend, not plural, when Charles yelled, still on the ground, " Like you can talk, Chompers! The only reason that any girl would like you is because you are in the fab five, and stopped the alien, which is all because of my movie!"
"My mom likes all of you..." We heard Martin say quietly.
" YEAH SHE DOES!" Charles screamed, and Martin turned red.
"And now we are back on his mom." Cary looked frustrated.
"Then just get off my mom! Oh, wait... Uh..." while he tried to reword that, Charles got up, walked over to him and said "Never!"
After we laughed for about 10 minutes straight, I said " Hey, shouldn't we get going?"
Cary quickly nodded, and set out, leaving us all in the driveway. "Wait..." I thought that something was wrong, "How is Martin going to ride his bike?" Charles looked at me like I was stupid " Smartin here is going to ride with me on my bike, and Joe is carrying his crutches."
After I got my answer I left before I could hear Martin complain about his nickname, and Joe followed. About five minutes later, we were all at the diner, at 1:15, right in time for free ice cream.