Again, too lazy, so I'm just going to donate 50 mice to the elders.

.:Breezepelt's POV:.

I walk in my room casually, startling my room-mate. I guess he forgot to unlock the door or something, but again, he's too lazy to do that anyway.

"Sup Breeze," he greets me, not looking up from his phone.

There's two beds in our room, and a tanned figure wearing a plain white T-shirt lies on the outer bed. He's busy texting or something, and man, it's loud.

"Can't you turn your phone on vibrate?" I sigh, not wanting to be deaf by the time school's over.

"Why is it that Snowtuft says that my room-mate's name is Fartcloud on FaceBook?" he asks, completely ignoring me.

My eyes narrow slightly to pretend that I don't know what Tigerheart's talking about but I guess he knows me well enough to know that I did say his name was Fartcloud. I still don't even know why I did that, but it was like a few weeks ago, so I've forgotten about that.

"So you did say that, right?" he asks, looking back at his phone. He grins as a loud ding goes off from his phone. "And where did you go off to? To hang out with your girlfriend or something?"

"Yeah, I said that," I admit, "and Ivypool's not my girlfriend, she's my gaming friend." It's no use lying to Tigerheart, since he figures out everything. That sucks, since I really like Ivypool, and he's going to figure it our sooner or later with his incredible stalking skills. Tigerheart laughs, starring back at his phone, probably amused by the comments on FaceBook. His phone rings a notification every few seconds.

"Breezepelt, your name is not Fartcloud," Tigerheart says sternly, completely ignoring my last sentence while putting away his phone even though it continues to sound with notifications. I guess I'll do it his way then.

"Yeah, I know that," I snap, going to the mini fridge and opening a can of coke with a loud crackle of metal. "I was just joking with them. Never thought they would take it so seriously." I pour the whole can in his mouth and throws it under the bed so Tigerheart wouldn't trip over it.

"Right," Tigerheart rolls his eyes. "And you better tell the gang that later"

"What gang?" I inquire, since I like asking questions. Tigerheart's gaze flickers back to me. "The gang of trouble-makers. Mapleshade, Snowtuft, Tigerstar, Thistle-something and some other guy. I heard Tigerstar was the one that set off the fire alarm third period PE."

Oh, I remember that. I was in third period math when suddenly there was this loud sound that almost made me deaf, not that Tigerheart's phone wouldn't do the trick.

"Yeah, but I don't give a fluff," I answer, throwing my backpack on the bed. The coke can I threw under the bed a few moments ago rolled out.

"Dude, you gotta stop doing that," Tigerheart sighs. "Your bed is going to be really dirty – actually it's already dirty, and I've already recycled all those cans for you since I want this room to be clean. Can't you at least put all those cans in one place? I should get paid for this!"

"Sorry," I grumble, "I'll put all my cans underneath my bed then." I don't see what's wrong with throwing it around, since the school forces us to clean our rooms every Friday.

"Better than nothing," Tigerheart replies. My eye catches a glimpse of a thin piece of paper on the floor near Tigerheart's bed. I walk over and pick it up.

"What's this?" I ask Tigerheart. There's pictures of spiders on it with a tad bit of glitter. Tigerheart glances at it quickly before looking back at his phone. "Those are spider tattoos. I bought them in the summer at this store since they looked cool, but then I got this nasty sunburn on my arms and it still hurts when I touch my skin," he says. "You can have them and use them in Halloween, I don't care."

There's this really big one that's four inches long, and I consider saving that one for when my frame grows more. I think I'll use the smaller spiders.

"Spiders are creepy," I tell him, not really meaning it. Tigerheart goes over to the closet on the far right and opens the door, probably to organize stuff or something.

I put the spider tattoos in my pocket. I'll look more deeply into what spider I want to put on myself when I get more time to. I turn to go and do my own stuff when I hear loud swearing behind me.

"What's wrong?" I ask. Tigerheart holds up a few light colored T-shirts that were stained in some kind of...brown mess.

"I forgot I had chocolate in there just in case I got hungry, and it melted on my beautiful shirts!" he wailed.

"Just lick it off," I tell him, grinning. The scent of chocolate and mint fills the room and I go over to see what kind of chocolate it is. What? I'm a sucker for anything sweet. I stroll over to the closet to see if he has any more chocolate that's not melted. Maybe I'll be lucky and he won't see me when I take a few.

Ghirardelli chocolate that's still in their wrappers and some chocolate that was supposed to remain in their foil wrappers, but melted and stained Tigerheart's clothes. Hm, cool.

"I have to go shopping later for clothes, which is torture since everything smells like garbage at first," Tigerheart mutters under his breath.

"I'll go with you to irritate, I mean, keep you company," I offer. Even if he says no, I'm still going with him so I could annoy the heck out him. Unlike all those dumb memes out there where it says "boys think shopping is torture" I think shopping is okay, as long as it doesn't take up the whole day. Besides, maybe there's a See's Candies shop where I can eat as many free samples as I want.

Hey guys - school is starting on the 26th...I think I mentioned that before? Anyways, I'm going to be very busy since I'm on the most homework giving team for 8th grade, and I probably won't have time to update muche, maybe one chapter per month or whatever. Or maybe all those homework stuff were rumors and I'll be able to update one chapter per week. I don't know. I'll try to get as many updates in before school starts, so yeah.

-Silver