It's Hard To Believe That You're A Part Of Me...

Lying Is Rather Tasty

Justin's POV

The smell of pancakes drew me into consciousness. I quickly looked around and grasped my surroundings. I'm on the bus. I'm on the bus? Was all of it a dream or something? Did it really happen...Wait, what happened to my t-shirt? Oh, shit. Must I always find the truth to my lies? They say if you believe the lie, it soon becomes true. If only that worked on me...

So, according to my logic, contradictions, hangover, and assumptions, I hightailed it out of whatever miscellanious hotel/motel/apartment that Kate was staying at and snuck inside. My bumbling, drunk self did not wake her OR I gave her some belieivable explanation (God, I hope that's not the real answer) and I fell asleep here, without any worries from her.

So I'm in the clear. For now.

But that's always the case, isn't it? Let's just hope I'm a good actor...

I got up and stretched myself out a bit. I'm still wearing my jeans from yesterday, but again, no shirt. I pulled something out of my suitcase-y thing. Aha, "Just Assume That I Know Kung-Fu". Good times, good times. I put it on quick and walked over to Liz and hugged her from behind. She was doing something with the pancakes. She laughed when I lifted her up and turned her around.

"You seem happy this morning. Are you unaffected by hangovers?" she said, kissing me. She always seemed to smell like coffee and Pop-Tarts. If there was some sort of permume in stores I could know about, I would smell it all day.

"I'm just good at looking cool, especially when I'm not." I replied, putting her down. "Your pancakes awoke me from my slumber. They better be as good as I think they are, or I could be quite cranky all day." I joked, walking out to where the couch.

"Oh, oh, you want to see me narrate Melanie waking up in the morning?" she said, walking from the stove thing. "You're always asleep when I do. You wanna watch? It's funny as shit." She vaguely reminded me of Melanie for a moment, but in a Liz kind of way.

"Alright, then."

"Melanie was gingerly jerked out of dreamy state, as her best friend, Liz, was commentating her awakening. It was usual, yes, but every single day, she would hope for Liz let her guard down. In that single moment, she swore that she would strangle her to death. But alas, she wouldn't move! Another attempt for Liz to leave her alone, but they both knew that Liz would persist until she won." Liz said, sounding a lot like a narrator.

I was laughing on the inside. Melanie and Liz really did this every morning? Damn, I have to learn to wake up earlier in the morning.

"And yet, she still held her ground. Liz went for the covers to find..."

"That Melanie was not in her usual place on the couch, but in the back of the bus." Mel said.

"Oh. My. God." I said, my smile getting bigger with every step closer to the back of the bus. "I fucking knew it. Matt, you son of a bitch. I've been trying to catch you guys for months now."

"Liz was exploding with final confirmation that Melanie and Matt really would end up together, but quickly rushed back to her pancakes before they burned to a crisp and burned the bus down."

And off she went. Saving us from pancakes of mass destruction, which just so happen to be the tastiest kind. Yay for pancakes of mass destruction!