PART THREEEEEEEEEEE DUM DUM. Pleeease Enjoy AND REVIEW noduh.

The mall was absolutely packed. It was, after all a Saturday. Anyone age 8-68 was there. Kids licked on ice-cream cones as their moms wiped their mouths for them. Single women were busy at the salon getting ready for the unexpected, and women with a special someone were there getting ready for the night to follow. Couples were everywhere. It was cute, actually, to watch teen relationships. You could almost tell, just looking at them, which ones would last. There was noise everywhere; you could barely hear the person two feet away from you. The whole place smelled of corndogs and cologne, depending on where you were. Everyone's hot breath had risen the temperature in the mall significantly. Kyler and Cody had both taken off their sweatshirts, the weather inside much different from the rainy fall season outside. Neither was sure where they had placed said sweatshirts, though.

In the center of the mall sat Cody and Kyler, at the edge of a huge fountain, pinpointing the center of excitement and entertainment. The two gawked at those who passed by. Two 16 year old boys at the mall. There wasn't much better to do, but it beat sitting at home on Facebook all day taking quizzes to find out which Spice Girl they were.

"Look at heeeeer." Kyler said to Cody, leaning over to him as a slender, "well developed" girl passed them. She looked to be maybe 16-19. She looked hot. 'Nuff said.

"No way dude, she has no ass." Cody pointed out. He had a point.

"Who cares? Just because you're an assman doesn't me she isn't hot. You have to admit it."

"Yeah," Cody started to laugh. "I'd tap that." The two cracked up. It was always an inside joke of theirs. Another girl with long, long black hair walked by. She had incredible curves. She looked like the kind of Mary Sue you read in fan-fictions. Both boys stared, mouths gaped open. "Fuck…" Cody whispered. The girl turned towards them, their figures having caught her attention in her peripheral vision.

"Um…Can I help you two?" She asked, giving them a condescending look. The two boys snapped out of their trance.

"What?" Kyler stuttered. He still wasn't fully gathered.

"I thought so." The girl said, passing the two by. She walked like a mechanism. Her arm swayed while her feet walked, her other hand ferociously text messaging, which was impressive with one hand. But these boys weren't looking at her hands. They weren't looking anywhere above her waist. The adolescent youths were gawking at her behind, wagging as she walked in incomprehensibly tall high-heels. All of the sudden Cody snapped his head in the other direction.

"What??" Kyler ragged. "Who do you see? Come on dude, spill!" Cody's eyes stayed fixed, following something.

"He doesn't have tits…." He mumbled. A boy, not much younger than Cody himself, walked past them. He had a gorgeous smile, and although Cody wasn't close enough to see his eyes, he was sure they were spectacular. With a shaking arm and his eyes still fixed on the boy, Cody pointed him out to Kyler.

"Dude." Kyler shook Cody straight. "That's you. Not me. I'm moooooore…" Kyler tried to think of how to describe it. "Of a boob guy. You, on the other hand, are into two kinds of ass. I'm no fudge pirate. You know that." Cody laughed. "Fudge Pirate" was what Kyler often called him, and despite it being discriminatory, Cody was cast as a Pirate in their school's production of Peter Pan freshman year, so it had been a running joke. "A gay in theatre." Kyler would often sarcastically remark. "There's something new."

"Sorry man. Totally forgot." Cody remarked. "I like chicks, too, don't forget."

"Right. I know." Kyler said. "Dude I'm starving. Let's go get ice cream." He exclaimed, jumping to his feet. It was one of Kyler's cuter qualities, according to Cody. It never took much to make him smile. Cody never said anything though. He never really felt a need to anyways.

"Ice cream won't fill you up, Kyler." Cody reasoned. "It's only filled with empty calories and trans fats that will-" Cody was cut off by Kyler, who had grabbed his shirt collar and was now nearly dragging him to the food court. "WATCH IT!!" Cody yelled in protest. "THIS SHIRT IS EGYPTIAN COTTON!! DON'T STRETCH IT!!!"

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The two sat at their own little table, each with a single ice cream cone. The two talked on and on, like best friends do, about everything from American Idol to what they would name Pluto if it had to be renamed to be inducted as a planet again.

"Hey, what flavor did you get?" Cody asked.

"Orange-Vanilla twist. I always get that." Kyler said smiling.

"No. You say that every time, yet you order something different each time we come here. I don't think you've ever ordered the same thing twice." Cody corrected. "Can I have a taste?"

"Yeah, no problem." Kyler said, tilting his cone toward Cody, who gave it a lick.

"Queerdos." The two heard. They looked to their left, setting their eyes upon the stereotypic "independent rebel." The gang of four or five teen boys had probably 3 piercings per ear, gel-drowned hair, and they all wore spikes and chains like they ran a BDSM club. Cody reached out over the table and held Kyler's hand and softly gave him a peck on the cheek. Kyler simply sat smiling at the "non-conformists."

"Does this bother you?" Cody asked smiling with a huge grin. The group looked disgusted.

"Watch out for AIDs, faggot." One of them commented as the group walked off. The two friends doubled over in laughter. It was an act they often pulled off for homophobes. Kyler said he felt no guilt sticking up for his friend, and if it meant being gay for a few minutes, it was a risk he was willing to take. Despite Cody's insistence, Kyler always argued "I'm not experimenting! I'm just helping you out." Cody always argued there was no difference. Suddenly Kyler jolted in his seat.

"Hold on…vibrations in my pants…." He said to Cody as he slipped his cell phone out of his pocket, which was buzzing to indicate a phone call. He opened the phone.

"Yeah……sure….what? No…Mom…okay fine…How was shuffleboard…..I'm glad it went well……Mom….Mom I don't care where the puck….Mom…..Yes I'm fine…..yes Cody is still here…..I'm fine Mom…….for the last time we aren't buying condoms……yes I promise…….okay……what?...my sweatshirt?….I have no idea where it is….no, Mom, I really don't care….Mom, it was getting small anyways…..then we'll send another one to Good Will…..fine I'll pay for it this time…..yes, mom, are you such a saint…..kay…..I love you too Mom….okay bye." Cody laughed. This kind of conversation was normal between Kyler and his mom.

"So what's the deal?" Cody asked.

"My Mom's coming in 15 minutes. Wanna come over to my suite when we get back to the Tipton?" Kyler asked.

"Dude, always. It's better than the comparative shack I live in."

"Come on, you live in the Tipton too. Your suite isn't that bad." Kyler pointed out.

"Whatever, it's fine. Where is she meeting us?"

"Front entrance."

"Cool." Cody said. "Let's start going now. I can never find my way." Cody said, getting up to leave. Kyler followed.

"You wanna look at the map? It's right over there." Kyler suggested.

"No, dude I got it. I know where to go. It's called instinct." Cody insisted. He smiled at Kyler. "We sound like a married couple." He laughed.

"Maybe one day, weirdo." Kyler said, laughing with him. Cody playfully kicked him in the shin, and the two laughed through the massive mounds of people.

OKAY!!! THAT'S THE CHAPTER!! This one's longer than the others (thank you Captain Obvious T_T), so hopefully it quenched your…thirst for….literary….quenching…._ Anyways REVIEW OR I FIND YOU AND FORECE YOU TO PLAY A GAME OF MONOPOLY WITH ME. THE WHOLE GAME. That game takes fucking forever to play all the way through.