It's been almost a week since I last updated. What is wrong with me?! Oh yeah – college. I know this wasn't a problem before the summer but you see, I'm still adapting to my new routine. Think about it; four months of nothing to do but sit and type fan fiction, watch Project Free TV or YouTube, or do whatever I want, then I go back to college where I will have to get up six hours earlier than I normally do and go to bed four hours earlier than I'd prefer. I will get on top of things eventually, once I am used to my schedule, but please remember that I will also have projects to attend to that may take up some of my time so I'd be lucky to update at least three times a week.
Anyway, enjoy this chapter.
The next day at Noah's house, Trent was still trying to kill Noah. He was giving himself nine attempts a day at killing the bookworm. However, today Trent failed all nine times, not because of intervention from the camera crew but because Eva accidentally stumbled into all of them. She bate Trent up for ten minutes after each failed attempt. Anyway, Noah was making a decision about who to pick next and everyone else was eagerly listening.
"And the ninth person to date me will be-" Noah began.
"NOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOO!" screamed Trent.
"-AS I was saying," Noah rolled his eyes, "this person will be…
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"…Lightning!"
"Wait a minute! Noah's suspense was ten paragraphs long, AND I HATE TEN!" Trent shouted, coming in the doorway. "HOW COULD YOU?!" he wailed, running up to Noah in an effort to beat the shit out of him nine times, only to be held back by Eva and get his arse kicked by the fitness buff ten times.
"Anyway, Lightning, you're up," Noah shrugged.
"Aw yeah!" Lightning boasted. "Who can resist the sha-Lightning?!" he asked rhetorically. "Sha-LIGHTNING!"
"Me?" Noah replied, as if the answer was obvious. "C'mon, we're going to the hockey match!"
"Sha-BAM! Sha-Lightning loves sha-hockey matches! Sha-BOOM!" Lightning bragged.
"Stop saying 'sha' before I sha-reconsider and sha-pick sha-someone sha-else sha-instead," Noah threatened.
"Quick Lightning!" Courtney urged. "Say 'sha' again!"
"You do realise this isn't helping getting you picked sooner," Gwen rolled her eyes.
"Shut up, Gothy!" Courtney shouted. "You have no right to speak for stealing my boyfriend."
"Actually Court, I kissed your boyfriend," Gwen corrected her. "Duncan and I only decided to date after you two broke up."
"Yeah, and we broke up because you kissed Duncan, so since he dated you after breaking up with me, you stole him from me!" Courtney shouted.
"Whoa, whoa!" Duncan intervened. "Relax. We can all move to a country that allows polygamy so I can marry both of you two hot chicks," he smirked. Gwen and Courtney looked at one another. Next, they proceeded to beat the shite out of Duncan.
"Pathetic," Noah commented, as he grabbed Lightning and brought him out to the limo.
When they got into the limo, Lightning started up his 'sha'-language again.
"Sha-Lightning knew he would get sha-picked!" Lightning bragged. "Lightning is a sha-gentlemen's man! Sha-LICIOUS!"
"Really? I thought Lightning was more of a sha-jock's man," Noah quipped.
"All jocks Lightning knows are gentlemen," Lightning shrugged.
"So having a sports-fetish automatically makes you a gentleman?" Noah mused.
"Sha-yeah," Lightning replied.
"Right," Noah rolled her eyes. "When we get to the stadium, you'd better behave yourself," he warned. "Tyler got me in a lot of trouble the last time I went to a sports facility and I would greatly appreciate it if there was no relapse."
Lightning gave Noah a puzzled look. Noah sighed.
"When we get there, stay in your seat," he commanded. Lightning still didn't understand what Noah meant because he's Lightning. Noah sighed relentless.
"Way to go, Noah," he muttered, "you just had to leave the dog's leash at home."
They arrived on time at the stadium and got their seats. To Noah's surprise, Lightning was actually well behaved. Lightning only got out of his seat to cheer, when everybody else at the benches were doing it. However, by well behaved, I mean that Lightning did not piss anybody else off except Noah. Lightning kept bragging about how he is a better hockey player than every hockey player in the stadium put together. Obviously, that was not true, let alone impossible, but that was what Lightning believed. He'd speak to Noah nonstop about how he would do much better in the match and he frequently showed off his muscles and abs to the bookworm, much to the bookworm's utter disgust. At one point during the match, Lightning put his arm around Noah, making the latter uncomfortable.
Oh yeah, and Lightning would occasionally climb onto Noah's shoulders for five minutes. Obviously, Noah couldn't support Lightning's weight, but Lightning didn't register this because he was too stupid to notice that Noah was being crushed and leaning forward enough for Lightning to potentially fall off into the next row of seats and crush the person in front of Noah and Lightning to death.
This happened.
Fortunately, because the person that was killed was a scumbag, nobody gave a shit. However, the hockey players were pissed off that Noah and Lightning suddenly got slightly more attention than them. And so, the hockey players gathered their angry mob supplies and chased after them. The fans followed suit, believing that Noah and Lightning ruined the match. Noah wanted to run and hide but Lightning, thinking that everyone wanted to get an autograph from him or something, insisted on staying behind. Because Noah wasn't strong enough to forcefully pull Lightning away and was not allowed to abandon Lightning, he ended up getting beaten up, along with Lightning.
Lightning and Noah were back in the limo. They were on the way to the hotel to drop Lightning off. Both were sporting bruises and cuts from the mob.
"Thanks a lot, Lightning," Noah snarked.
"You're sha-welcome," Lightning bragged.
Noah rolled his eyes. "Well this evening certainly was interesting," he sneered. "Too bad it could've been a Hell of a lot better."
"Lightning knows how to make it sha-better," Lightning suggested.
"How?" Noah wondered. Then he regretted asking that question. Lightning climbed onto Noah's lap.
"What are you doing?" Noah demanded.
"Giving sha-Noah his very own sha-lap dance!" Lightning smirked. "Sha-LIGHTNING!" Then he proceeded to hump Noah until Noah pushed him off.
"No thanks, I'm good," Noah rolled his eyes.
So what do you think? Has Mike/Tyler/Zeke/Trent/Katie's date been overtaken?
Anyway, I will try to update my stories at least three times a week. This includes whatever one-shot I may write. But I am making no promises. Sometimes I will be off the site for two weeks because of something going on in my life or I am suffering a writer's block. It happens to every author.
Until next time!