A/N Wow, look at me, I put the author's note at the start of the chapter change is everywhere. Hmm sorry it took me oh soo long to update. I know I should be BURNED but at least let me explain. You see I was working, and I also performed my longer loser speech at school. I know I didn't give shout outs to everyone…but it's only because I didn't see them all as I was writing this forgive me please??

The Nameless Wonder – Man I really want to know you're name! Many thanks many thanks although you did get All Star stuck in my head "she was lookin' kinda down with her finger and her thumb in the shape of an L on her forehead." Oh wow I'm cool. Skitts really does need friends doesn't he?

Frenchy – Right no that isn't you… oh do you actually own a phone anymore in Penn because on would think you might call me. I don't care how far away you are! *throws button at head*

Splashey – yes, yes the Chinese delivery man is my hero. He is loosely based on my pizza boy *sigh* I love our national anthem if only it's the tune of an old drinking song…am I right?

Scouty – Can I call you Scouty or will you hunt me down? I'm so glad you think I'm efficient, other people *pointed looks all around* don't agree. Therefore you're flattery is very kind *glomps*

Sapphy – VH1 is the shiot!! Of course I watched the celebrity feuds psh and chaw! Oh how I adore I love the 80s and I love the 80s (strikes back) the witty repertoire is my life. Come over and have orange chicken with me we'll watch VH1 and get smashed.

Miracle – hee hee many thanks you make my ego swell so

Cat – believe you me EVERYTHING is bigger in Texas!

             I stared at Dutchy, "Buttons?" He looked at me innocently, "Yes, buttons. The world would be nothing without buttons. Just like Wallace and Grommit would be nothing without cheese."

            Specs smiled adoringly, crazy kid, "He has a bit of a button fetish."

            "I uh don't think buttons is the way to go." Dutchy looked incredibly hurt and distressed by this notion, "Buttons spread the word."

            "We have a word?"

            "Of course we have a word," this was followed by agreeing nods. Why was I not aware of our word, "Which is?"

            Dutchy just stared at me. "What he means to say," ah there was Specs, "Was that we need to spread the message that everyone is a loser. Reel them in you know. Make them join us."

            I stared around the room. "Make them join us? Where you people raised in cults or something? We're not the Polyphonic Spree you know. I'm not trying to rally for world peace."

            Dutchy frowned, "I happen to enjoy the Polyphonic Spree."

            "Could we please keep our guilty pleasures guilty and secret?"

            Specs snorted, "Oh please like you don't sit around listening to covers of Somewhere over the Rainbow."

            Sapphy suddenly started to sing, "Somewhere over the rainbow way up high, there's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby." Frenchy found in necessary to join in, stupid girls they die in twos, "Somewhere over the rainbow skies are blue, and the dream that you dare to dream really do come true."

            Dutchy broke out, "Someday I'll wish upon a star," Specs started in, "And wake up where the clouds are far behind me." They all looked at me expectantly and I return this with a blank stare, "Where troubles melt like lemon drops, way above the chimney tops, that's where you'll find me." These people were completely mental. No person in a healthy mind frame willingly sings Somewhere over the Rainbow. Unfortunately I do not possess a healthy mind frame and I caved. Standing up on the coffee table I belted, "Somewhere over the rainbow bluebirds fly," Frenchy slung her arm over my shoulder finishing up with me and everyone else, "Birds fly over the rainbow why then oh why can't I? If happy little bluebirds fly, beyond the rainbow why oh why can't I?" We all failed to hit the last note dismally and collapsed into laughter.

            Frenchy turned to me, "For the love of God let do you have any food?"

            "Kitchen," I said distractedly, "I do not listen to Somewhere over the Rainbow." Specs quirked and eyebrow at me disbelieving, "Then how come you know the words?"

            "How come you know the words," I shot back.

            "Because I listen to it," he said smirking. Stupid smirk, smirks should perish at my hand. I opened my mouth to inform him of this, but he left to join Frenchy in the kitchen. I looked around for someone to pout to, finding no one I settled on mumbling to my chicken.

            Sapphy came over to sit next to me, "Its okay you know."

            "Huh?" Jesus I always sounded so stupid.  

            "It's okay that you don't want us here. The fact is though we're here anyways. And a bit more of it is that we're here for you, or at least because of you. Think about it."

I sighed and stared at her, "I'm not too sure what you're expecting me to do."

            "Just, try not to fail before you even try."

            Stupid philosophical sayings, "Chicken?" She snatched the carton away, "I seriously believe you've had enough of this, it depresses you."

            I just stared at her, watching her eat my chicken and casually stroll into my kitchen. Where she would probably casually eat my food, how I hate thee cruel world. Bring on the white jackets. This is the last leg to my fragile health. Look I can hear a ringing sound, that can't be good.

            "Are you going to get that?"

            I snapped out of my reverie, "Get what?"

            "The door," the voice screamed back from the kitchen, so that was the ringing sound. I walked to the door opened it to reveal an edgy looking kid, "Ummm the guy that sells crack is a few doors down," I said as he twitched some more.

            "Ohh right, I mean… if you're looking for Ned it's a few doors that way," I turned to close the door, the sporadic twitching was really creeping me out.

            "Oh fucking hell, I'm not on drugs you idiot!"

            "Oh." He peered back and forth, "Look, just let me in, I don't want to uhh be seen."

            I stepped aside to let him pass, people were so weird. I closed the door behind him and escorted him to the kitchen where everyone seemed to be congregating. People were munching on Pringles, sour cream and onion and genuinely having a nice time, it must end.

Frenchy smiled at me as I entered the room, "We're electing official positions."

"Huh?" Official positions, did we need official positions, could we do that?

Frenchy just kept on, "Yes, official positions. Actually, it's not much of an election as it is we're appointing jobs. Right, so I'm thinking Dutchy and Specs P.R," I'm not sure they really heard her as they were slightly occupied but Specs did seem to wave his hand dismissively, who knew what that meant though. "I'm going to be secretary of the house, and I think Sapphy should be president."

Now, I knew I hadn't been very involved up until this point, but that certainly caught my attention. This was my baby, my creation, and this was mutiny! They were pulling a hostile takeover on me! No way, I was like Donald Trump, they couldn't touch me, I'd fire them all! I'd make sure they'd never work in this town again. I narrowed my eyes at Sapphy centering my glare upon her; I'd burn her brains out! Burn! BUUUURN!

            Sapphy turned towards me and flashed a smile; I hoped her teeth would rot, "You don't mind, do you?" She flipped her hair over her shoulder, I would shave her head.

            Right, then I wanted to scream of course I mind! Are you crazy? Unfortunately I have this problem where my mind and my mouth don't cooperate, my face must be going through spasms, I grinned stupidly, "Of course I don't mind," I hated her, "I mean you seem to be in control," I'd kill her.

            Frenchy popped a chip into her mouth, "So you can be speaker of the house then."

The new guy who had been rearranging my fruit magnets turned around, "What do I do?"

Frenchy paused, "Well, you could be…treasure?" Psh, like we needed a treasure. "Could I just get your name, for your button and ID card and what not?"

He glanced around nervously, "Uh yeah I don't think so."

"I really need your name."

"I would actually prefer if no one knew I was in this uh club." Silence filled the room, then Specs and Dutchy detangled themselves and turned around. Dutchy grinned and walked over to the mystery man giving him a hug, ah manly hugs, "Racetrack! Glad to see you made it," he turned back to us, "Camp Fagalon, we were bunk mates, good times, good times."