Chapter eleven! Hey, there! Sorry for the long wait! It's all school's fault!

Disclaimer: oh, silly bananas, I don't own HTTYD.

"Hiccup?" I called, running into the café. I spotted Fishlegs by the vending machine, and made my way towards him. "Fishlegs~" I sang, waving to him when we were close enough for him to hear me.

He turned towards me, smiling, before bending down to grab his candy bar from the machine. "Hey, Kika, have you thought your situation with Hiccup yet?" he asked, straightening up as he unwrapped his Snickers bar.

"I have actually," I nodded, looking around. "Ruffnut and Tuffnut taught me how to apologize; now I just need to find my nerd…"

"I think I saw him angsting by his locker," Fishlegs replied. "I could come with you, if you want?"

"Um…sure!" I grinned, grabbing his wrist and dragging him up the stairs.

As we reached the top, someone else was entering the stairway, accompanied by two others. "It's just that, you're such a weak loser," Snotlout laughed, trying to think of a way to finish his insult. "That there's no way you could make the team~"

"Snotlout, stop," Astrid glared, pushing in between the boy and his prey. "You're being a jerk."

"I'm just speaking the truth," he defended himself. "It's not my fault the truth can hurt."

I narrowed my eyes, taking a step forward, but Fishlegs put out a hand to stop me. "You know what else hurt?" Astrid asked innocently, tilting her head to the side.

"What's that, babe?"

"This~" she replied, her fist connecting to his jaw with a painful thud. Snotlout recoiled, holding his jaw, trying to think of something to say to save him from this obviously embarrassing moment. Astrid rubbed her fist, a triumphant smirk etched on her face. "Oh, and by the way, Phil, we're over."

"Oh~" I hummed. "Who looks stupid now, Phil? You do! Haha~"

"Sh-shut up!" he stuttered, glaring as he took a step back. "And it's Snotlout~!"

The door closed behind him, and Astrid turned to Hiccup, laying a hand on his shoulder. "I'm so sorry, Hiccup," she said. "I didn't know he was such a jerk!"

Hiccup seemed speechless that his crush was talking to him. He stared at Astrid, eyes wide and mouth open. I shook my head, slapping him on the back. He jerked forward before clearing his throat, and nodded. "It's cool," he replied, straightening up. "It's…so cool."

"Um…right, well, I should be going," she said, smiling awkwardly.

"Oh, yeah, that's cool," Hiccup nodded, waving as she went down the stairs. "So…cool."

Once Astrid was out of hearing range, it was quiet for a moment. Then I spoke up. "That was just about the opposite of cool."

"Totally uncool," Fishlegs agreed, nodding cigorously.

Hiccup was quiet for a moment until it dawned on him what just happened. He groaned, burying his face in his hands, exclaiming, "What is wrong with me?!"

"I'm going to take that as a rhetorical question, and just tell you how you should proceed," I stated, wrapping my arm around his shoulder. "While I applaud you for actually speaking, next time Astrid talks to you? Try to have coherent conversation."

"Perferrably one that doesn't involve the word 'cool,'" Fishlegs added.

"Yeah, whatever," he waved me off, realizing he was supposed to be mad at me. "What are you even doing here anyway?"

"Well, Fishlegs told me you were by your locker, and I was looking for you," I started. "I wanted to say I'm sorry for stealing your chocolate covered almonds, they just called to me. And I'm sorry for putting mayonnaise in your locker even though I know you hate condiments. And I'm sorry for calling you an irrational jerk-faced nerd."

"You...you've never said that to me before…" Hiccup interrupted thoughtfully and slightly confised.

"Well, then I'm sorry for thinking it," I corrected, hurrying to continue before he could reply indignantly. "The point is, you're my best friend, and I love you, and there is absolutely no way I could go on if I knew you were still mad at me. Also-"

Hiccup held up his hand, cutting off anything I was about to say. "It's alright, Kika," he smiled. "To be honest, I don't think it's possible to stay mad at you. And you're my best friend too."

"Well, I'm feeling the third wheel," Fishlegs stated. "I'll just go buy some cookies… And you're not listening to me… Still not listening, so I'm talking to myself. I'm just going to walk away now." He sighed, turning around to walk down the stairs. (A/N: I was so tempted to just make him fall down the stairs, but if I tried to write that, I'd break down laughing and I'm in class, so…)

"So…forgiven?"

"Of course," he grinned, and the two of us began making our way down the stairs. "So what are you going to wear to Astrid's party?"

"I don't know," I shrugged. "Wanna go shopping after your training?"

"I guess so…" I stopped on the third step down, looking over my shoulder. "What is it?"

"Where's Fishlegs?" I asked.

Hiccup also looked around before shrugging. "He probably went ahead without us…"

"That jerk."

… … … … … … …

"Come on, Hiccup, you can go faster than that!" Adam shouted to the scrawny boy who was now almost finished with his fourth and final lap.

I was on my laptop, having finished my homework during the first hour of Hiccup's training, perusing for cute outfits for the party. "Yeah, faster, Hiccup!" I shouted, not turning away from the screen. "Oh~ this one's cute." I clicked the save button, and closed the computer since I only have eleven percent battery left.

I looked up in time to see Hiccup coming to a stop in front of Adam, who grinned triumphantly. "Look at that, Hiccup, it's only been two days, and you've improved your time!" Adam congratulated. I smirked, gathering my stuff and made my way down the bleachers.

"Really?" the boy asked, grinning. "What's my time?"

"Eighteen minutes and fifty-nine seconds," Adam replied.

"Ye-hes!" Hiccup exclaimed, punching the air. "Eat it, world!"

"Okay, calm yourself," I rolled my eyes, patting him on the back. "You'll need to cut your time down a lot more. Besides we're running late, go take a shower."

"Why are we late?" Hiccup asked, looking confused.

"Um, we're going shopping for the party tomorrow?" I offered.

Hiccup snapped his fingers, nodding. "Alright, I'll be back in about half an hour."

"Alrighty, take your time," I waved as he walked away.

After a few minutes, Adam turned to me, a cheesy grin plastered on his face. "A party, huh?"

"Shut up," I rolled my eyes one again, turning away from him.

"My itty bitty sister's going to a party?" he prodded. "Will there be boys?"

"Well, seeing as Hiccup's going, I'm gonna assume yes, there will be boys," I replied, narrowing my eyes.

"Will whatshisname be there?" Adam asked, scrunching up him face in thought. "Tom…Tug…it's Nut-something, right? Peanut? Strong…nuts…walnuts?"

"Tuffnut?" I offered.

"Yeah, that's it! Will he be there?" Adam questioned, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

I swatted at him. "Get out of my business," I hissed. "I don't know if he'll be there, and what does it even matter if he is?"

"Well, you like him, so…"

"Yeah? I also like Doctor Who, but that doesn't mean-" I broke off, dropping my head as Adam started laughing heartily.

"You just said it! You admitted you liked him! Hahaha!"

A pair of feet shuffled through the grass towards us, and Hiccup's voice questioned, "Why are you so laughy?"

"Kika just admitted she likes Tuffnut!" Adam exclaimed, giggling.

"No, I didn't!" I exclaimed, shaking my head as I gripped my pink face. "I didn't admit anything, Hiccup! I don't even like him!"

"Kika, Kika, Kika," Hiccup sighed, shaking his head slowly. "No use denying it; we all know you like him. Anyways, let's get going. Lots of shopping to do, I guess. I'm not really looking forward to it, but the sooner it's over the better."

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