Hay hay hayyy.

Trip was great and I finally saw Scary Movie 4 and bits of the 3rd one (the disc was scratched and it kept freezing and I don't have that kind of patience)

So I officially feel cooler now. But now I'm back for an update, so let's get rolling.

Still don't own YGO. You'd think all you people would know that? -.-

I never really looked that good in black, in my own opinion. I always feel like some goth boy or some Men in Black wannabe. But people just seem to assume I wear it a lot, so I do have coats, pants, and shirts of the color. I'll wear my black jacket, and sometimes my black trench, because I'll admit I look suave. But for now, because I had absolutely no idea what was in store for me, I settled on a black plain t-shirt and these black cargo pants I can't even remember where I got. I slipped into some dull white sneakers.

If Joey throws a fit then too bad. I feel like some nerd goth anyway dressed like this. I stuffed some pens and pencils in a mini-backpack (forest green, close enough) along with my info on the project we got. Then I dug through my closet for about ten minutes before finding my old binoculars.

Joey's request.

I hopped downstairs, grabbing a cereal bar (icing, mm!) in the kitchen. "Mom, I'm gonna sleep over at Joey's, okay?" I called. I could see her wave her hand from her spot on the couch and I left, locking the door behind me.

Joey had already explained his Dad went to go visit some friends out of town so we'd be in the clear at his place. I rewrapped the bar and stuck it in my bag. I ran a slow finger along my new bike. So goddamn sleek and cool. I got it cleaned two days ago, and the street light made it sparkle. I mean, the ladies love motorcycles right?

Atleast, I hope Serenity does.

Ha, you thought I owned a regular bicycle last chapter, huh? Hella no.

I shoved my helmet over my head, pleading for one more use out of the thing before I got a bigger one, and speeded down various streets until I pulled up to Joey's place. There were a few dull lights on in the windows, so I knew he didn't fall asleep and forget about me.

Whenever I visit Joey's, I always parked the hog in a small clearing in between some trees, for protection of course. No one's gonna steal my baby. Again. Suddenly I felt a hand snake itself around my chest and another hand was plastered against my face.

Here we go again. Even though it was only the second time, it wa really getting old.

When I was finally released in the backyard, I stared Joey straight in the eye. He was clad in a black t-shirt, black Bermuda's, and black basketball sneakers that he never wore and I'm surprised he could afford.

I slapped him, very satisfied with the loud CRACK I received. He rewarded me with his own slap before stalking over to the rose fence.

When he first got it, Anzu just had to say, "You getting in touch with your feminine side Joey?" and Joey's eye twitched severely. And then he slugged me in the gut.

"Look what you did you made me hit Tristan!"

But we all knew it was just for quick get aways (and because we know Joey, quick get ins), so I climbed up after and squeezed through the window. Joey turned the light on, which only made the trash scattered around his room brighter. I navigated my way to his bed, which was pretty much clean, and checked the bottom of my shoes for mice guts.

Yes, it has happened. And no, don't ask me what the true color of Joey's carpet is. I'm not sure if even he knows anymore.

I watched Joey kick aside garbage and make a pathway to his closet (though you have to understand there's layers of the stuff) and pulled out a whiteboard.

On wheels. What the hell?

He had put on these fake giant green glasses that lacked lenses. He threw me a purple pair and began to scribble all over the board. When he was finished, he magically made the scribbles form a diagram.

Because we know Joey could never make a diagram like that.

"Put them on," he instructed. I slipped them on, feeling like a total doof and stared at the diagram. Despite its good format, I couldn't even read the words captioning it. He pulled a laser pen from his pocket and stood next to me.

"We are here," he said, the red dot on a house with a green square and a blue square.

"No shit Sherlock."

WHACK.

"You are the blue square and I'm the green square, and this--"

His dot reached the corner of the board that was circled a few times. It was a red circle.

"Is our target."

I rolled my eyes. This was all so stupid and I knew we were both going to get Fs for it.

"Don't worry. I checked it over with 'da 'teach and I've got us a guaranteed C+ when I explained the point of the project."

That calmed me a little, but the actual point of the project...

"But why are we doing this? You know she'll get pissed off if she catches us."

"Which is why dear Tristan," Joey began, "we're wearing black. I have the stakeout totally planned anyway. We can stay up as long as we like and its Friday. Plus the project isn't due until a week from now. It'll last all weekend, and I plan to get back what she stole from me," he said, his voice suddenly becoming serious.

I raised my eyebrow. Téa had the ability to steal something? That was hard to believe.

"So what did she steal?"

"NOT IMPORTANT! Its 8:20 and we gotta get crackin! I got all the spy gadgets we'll need in my bag so let's get movin'!" he suddenly screamed, finger outstretched in the air. I rolled my eyes and threw him his mini backpack.

"Lay off the Captain Morgan Joey, it's starting to show."

We climbed down the rose fence and I made my way to the hiding spot where my bike was. Still there, phew.

I wheeled my bike out to the driveway and tossed him my spare helmet, which wasn't full-faced like mine.

He caught it but gave me an intense glare.

"No."

"Joey get on the bike," I moaned. We had been over this a thousand times.

"No."

"Joey get on the bike."

"No."

"Joey. Bike. Now."

"No."

"Joey just get on the bike!"

"No."

"Joey. Get. On. The. Bike."

"No."

"JOEY GET ON THE FREAKIN' BIKE OR I'M GOING HOME!"

That made him silent before he threw the helmet on the ground and made a mad dash up the rose fence and climbed through the window.

Bastard. He was just too damn afraid someone would see him hugging a dude.

I slipped my helmet on, strapped the spare to the back, and revved the engine.

I was about to go when I felt a hand on my shoulder, which in turn scared the crap out of me and I fell over. I could see Joey slipping on the helmet from under my bike and he tugged the thing off of me. I climbed back on and he hid his face on the back of my shirt. It didn't takea genius to know he had Serenity's hairpiece clipped to his head. His glasses were digging into my back, and it kinda hurt.

But before I knew it we were at Téa's place. I hid the bike in the back bushes and we strapped the helmets to the bike. Joey unclipped the hairpiece and stuck it in his bag.

"Wash your shirt. S'Smells like eggs," he said. I rolled my eyes and fixed my goof glasses. "Where to?" I asked. He pointed to the giant (and I mean giant) tree standing before Tea's balcony. The center was like a small pit and the branches were thick, making it a common hang out for us. We climbed up the makeshift ladder (which consisted of boards Duke nailed into the tree and left) and carefully made our way to the center. We dumped our bags and I stretched my legs. Yes, I could stand. That's what made the tree like a little apartment. I named the tree Jerry.

Joey shoved a pad, a walkie-talkie, and a pencil into my hands before shimmying out on a branch towards Téa's place.

"Stud Muffin to Lackey, Stud Muffin to Lackey. Do you copy? Over."

"Joey you fag we're, like, thirteen feet away from each other," I grumbled into the walkie-talkie.

No response.

"Over!" I shouted.

"Its so we don't have to shout to each other like you did just now. I'm gonna feed you information that I see and you just write it down. I'm gonna start, over."

I leaned against a branch, feeling sleepy already.

"Subject is watching TV from bed, watching Carol Burnette show, over."

I scribbled down what he said and titlted my head back.

It became silent for a while, before my eyes widened. I snatched up the walkie-talkie.

"Joey if you're watching her undress I swear I'm gonna--"

"I'm not! I'm not! I'm...my eyes are closed...yeah...over," the walkie-talkie buzzed. I pushed through the branches to where he was perched.

"Joey you PERV!"

But I guess that was my bad.

Because when I saw him, he was squatting on the branch, hands covering his eyes.

And I kinda startled him.

And he wobbled.

And he felt.

And he went OOMPH.

And then I was all:

"OH SHIT JOEY OHNOES!"

I quickly climbed down the ladder with a flashlight to where he lay, unmoving. I heard the door to Téa's balcony swing open and I knew I had to act fast.

I yanked him out of the new light Téa's open door gave and sat him behind the tree. I shined the flashlight at her neighbor's window and using my uber Shadow Puppet skills to fake someone's foot in the air.

Téa must've belived it because I heard the door click closed and I released my breath. With years of babysitting cousins, you gotta learn some tricks.

I jiggled Joey's shoulder, and I heard a groan.

"Trist', I think my arm's broken," he mumbled.

I think we would've been safer with setting food on fire.

So that's my chapter. Don't fret, Joey won't die.

But because school is approaching and I have to do these RETARDED SUMMER READING BOOK PROJECTS THAT ARE TOTALLY UNNECCESSARY BECAUSE I MAINTAIN AN A AVERAGE IN ENGLISH AND I HAVE THIS THING CALLED A LIFE DURING THE SUMMER.

I'm sending the BOD a letter, I swear.

So all stories are put on an unofficial hold (because you never know when I'll find time to update this year) but my profile will read Hiatus for safety.

Next chapter? A certain snowy-haired Brit will join the fun. )

R&R

-AGHD