Hey guys! Sorry it's been so long...don't really have a good excuse...
I super appreciate the fact that you guys are still tagging along with me lol...I know I'm such a hot mess. Anyways, here's chapter 4:


It took me a while, but I did manage to find a pair of trousers in my mess of a bag on the floor. They were wrinkled, torn in the knees, and a little coffee stained, but they'd do just fine. It took a fair bit of convincing on Darcy's part, but I changed out of my pajama shirt into a torn AC/DC muscle shirt.

Jane gave Thor a shirt from her ex's stash, which turned out slightly awkwardly when she had to tug a name tag off. Darcy and I snickered as Jane fumbled for an explanation. "She's quite the character, eh, Darce?"

"Oh, yeah. I can't believe I'm only getting a couple'a credits for this." She sighed, rolling her eyes behind her massive glasses.

"Geez, Darce," I groaned, "you need to find something closer to your major."

"Hey, at least I'm in college."

"Hey, at least I don't need college. Don't have to work a day in my life." I quipped proudly. Darcy glared.

"Ok, well at least I'm not a pyro-" I cut her off.

"Don't go there, Darce. Don't cross that line today. I'm not-" I took a breath, "Don't do it." She winced.

"Sorry, Liss. Wasn't thinking." I slung an arm around her, tracing circles on her shoulder with the pad of my thumb.

"I know. I still love you," She grinned at me, and I crossed my eyes at her. We laughed, and everything was forgotten. That's part of why Darce and I always got on so well.

We sat for a while, whispering back and forth in mild amusement as we watched Jane try to herd Thor towards the door. "She's not very good at this, is she?"

Darcy made a face. "Oh, she is so bad at this."

Darcy and I linked arms and chatted aimlessly, watching in great amusement as Jane and Erik herded Thor down the dusty streets of Puente Antiguo to a little cafe. "D'you think they've got anything I like?" I whispered into Darcy's ear.

"Oh, I'll stake your family fortune on it, Miss Picky Eater. This place is the bomb-diggity." I stared at her and the weird little dance she did to finish it off: finger pistols and a few highly unnecessary pelvic thrusts.

"That was horrifying and I want you to promise me to never, ever do it again." She groaned and stuck out her tongue.

"You are absolutely no fun, Lissie." I scoffed and slugged her in the arm.

"No fun? I taught you how to have fun!" Darcy punched me back.

"You absolutely did not! When I met you, you were passed out in a dumpster behind a bar in Queens!"

"After a long-ass night of fun, Lissie."

I snorted. "You're a terrible person and I love you."

We looked over our shoulders to where Jane was attempting to herd Thor in the right direction, like a mouse trying to herd a drunk cat. He looked up and saw me staring, then smiled charmingly and somehow suggestively at the same time. I smirked and added a little sway to my hips as I walked.

Darcy elbowed me, eyes wide, made wider by her glasses. "Are you hitting on the weirdo?"

I shrugged. "What? He's hot and I'm single and very ready to mingle."

"Have fun with that."

"Oh, I will."


IT HAS BEEN OVER A YEAR SINCE I UPDATED I AM SO SORRY