So, there WILL most likely be a chapter four. (: This is the shortest chapter so far, we know, but we didn't want to drag it on. Enjoy!

Drake waited by the entrance to the mall, staring anybody who gave him weird looks. Although he bet anything it was because of his awful case of bed head. He texted Caine, telling him to hurry up and get his ass to the mall. He hated waiting for people, especially if he was the first to get there.
"My emotional side is being slow today, hold on." Caine texted back. Drake rolled his eyes.
"Hey!" Drake looked up to see Kira running towards him. "Where's everyone else?"

"Dunno." He shrugged. "Should be coming soon, though-oh, there's Sam. Sam, that's an escalator, not a stair-" he sighed. "Sam, why are you on the floor?"

Kira clapped a palm to her face "Why are your friends so stupid?" She asked, leaning against the wall.
"I don't know." Drake wondered the same thing himself actually.
Sam brushed himself off and walked over to them, Astrid not far behind. "Guys. The mall floor is painful when it makes impact with your face."
Kira blinked. "Oh my god." She covered her face with both of her hands.

"Where are Caine and Diana?" Sam asked.

Drake shrugged. "Caine said they were on the way. Diana's probably still drugged and he's waiting for her to wake up." He smirked.

Kira raised an eyebrow. "I'm surprised she's actually coming." She yawned, "Even if she is drugged."
Drake just laughed. "It's not like she's gonna cooperate with anything, she'll be a downer the entire time."
Sam was just staring at random people coming into the mall, trying to decide whether or not any of them were hotter than Astrid.

"Quinn and Edilio aren't coming?" Astrid asked.

Drake snorted. "Yeah, like they have dates."

She shrugged. "They could always go with each other."

Suddenly, they all heard a voice a little down the hall say, "Stop looking for escape routes, Diana. Remember? This is the favor you owe me."

"Mmhmm." Soon enough they saw Caine and Diana, one excited and one very displeased, coming towards them.

"Look who decided to show up." Kira said, irritated after waiting so long. Even though it had only been ten minutes, she didn't exactly have much patience.
"Oh shut up." Caine groaned. "It's not my fault Diana was resisting."
"It's your fault for being so awful." Kira shrugged. "Otherwise she wouldn't have resisted."
Diana just laughed.

Caine glared at her. "The spaghetti incident," he reminded her, which caused her to give him a poisonous look in response.

"What…I'm not going to ask," Drake said. "Now that we're all here, ready to go?"

Everyone nodded, and they headed off towards the nearest restaurant.

"They don't know what they're in for," muttered Diana, watching the servers as they all took a booth.

"OKLAHOMA WHERE THE WIND COMES SWEEPING DOWN THE PLAIN." A group of kids in the booth behind them was singing. Kira turned around in her spot.
"Hey guys." She waited for them to turn around. "Shut the fuck up, kay thanks bye." She turned back around to the rest of the group and blinked. The other table was automatically silent.
Drake laughed.

Moments later, a waitress sashayed over to them. "Hello, may I take your order?"

Drake looked at the menu. "Don't you have any human meat?" He asked, just to freak her out. Her face was like ಠ_ಠ.

"He's kidding," Astrid said quickly, glaring at him.

"How do you know that blondie?" He hissed. "Whatever I don't care, someone order for me." He threw the menu across the table, which hit Caine in the face. On the left side of his face, actually. "Oh shit." Drake laughed.
Caine was twitching quite a bit. Diana slowly inched away from him.
The waitress looked very confused, and kind of creeped out by Sam, who was staring at her with his mouth half open.
"Hey, do you have anything you need…cooked?" Sam asked. "Cause you know, I can do that. I have this po-"

"SAM!" Astrid scolded, putting her hand over his mouth. "He has issue—"

She was cut off by a grunt from Caine; he'd just discovered that Diana was attempting to escape by crawling under the table. "You-owe-me-" he grunted, pulling her back into her seat.

"Yeah, yeah, spaghetti incident." She rolled her eyes, then, when Caine wasn't looking, mouthed "Help me" to the waitress.

"I…I don't…." the waitress shook her head, confused.

"Hungryyy." Drake groaned. Kira shot him a look. "What?" He asked. Kira winked and turned around. It took Drake a few minutes to understand.
"I'll have whatever the hell you serve here, surprise me." She folded her hands on the table. "But I'm a vegetarian. But that doesn't mean I won't cut you if you bring me something I don't like." She smiled sweetly. "He'll have the same. " Kira pointed to Drake. "And a sprite please." She cast a glare at Drake as she said this.
Sam mumbled. "Spaghetti."
Diana twitched at the word.

"Um, just give me what Sam's having," Astrid said, still glaring at him.

Caine and Diana made their orders as well, and the waitress left as quickly as she could, almost forgetting to take her notepad with her.

"How much you wanna bet she's calling the cops on us?" Drake asked with a grin.

"Not funny!" Astrid frowned. "Can't you try to be more normal?"

"Normal is boring." He leaned back in his seat. "Why can't you try to be weirder?" He retorted.
"Because I'm not weird." Astrid answered.
"I know you are but what am I?" Drake asked.
"…Weird and stupid."
Kira sighed. "Drake quit while you're ahead." She really wanted to know why everyone was so stupid.

Sam was still staring in the general direction of the waitress. "Do you think that if I threw this pencil at her, she'd bend ove-"

"SAM!" Astrid looked exasperated.

Meanwhile, Caine was using the crayons the waitress had given him and a napkin to start another drawing.

"If you're drawing another nude of me, I sw-" Diana grabbed the napkin and looked at it, confused. "Caine, who is that?"

"No one." Caine narrowed his eyes.

"Caine, is that….is that Drake?"

"Woah, what?" Drake grabbed the napkin quickly, exhaling with relief when he saw it was only a puppy.

Diana sniggered. "Made you look, Merwin."

"Not cool, Ladris." He hissed, ripping the piece of napkin in two and putting it in the middle of the table. "Fuck you." He smiled.
Kira kicked Caine, Sam, and Astrid under the table, they all yelped in response. "Who kicked me?" Caine asked. "THAT WAS MY EMOTIONAL LEG." He yelled. Kira put on her best poker face. "I am unaware as to what you're speaking of."

"That's it," Caine said, raising a hand and pointing it at Kira. Drake took his glass of water and splashed it at Caine, who yelped and resorted instead to wiping off his damp face.

Diana had taken the chance to try and slip away during the confusion, but Caine caught her again. "Didn't we have a deal? Do you want me to tell everyone about the spag-"

"No! I'm here, God." Diana slouched in her seat. "When is that waitress getting back with our food?"

Drake cupped his hands around his mouth. "WAITRESSS. SAM WANTS YOUR ASS AND WE WANT OUR FOOD, ALTHOUGH PREFERABLY NOT IN THAT ORDER." He straightened up in his seat. "That is all." Kira just stared at him. "Why do you always give me that look?" He asked, shooting a glare in her direction. She laughed.
Astrid looked like she was about to pull out Sam's hair, and Diana was actually trying to hold in some laughter. Caine was just pissed.

Five minutes and three escape attempts later, the waitress rushed back with her arms full of bowls and trays. "Let's see…" She sorted them all out and placed something in front of everyone. "Anything else?" She asked warily.

"I—" Sam could barely get a word out before Astrid clapped her hand over his mouth and just shook her head.

"Thank you miss." Drake said, smirking deviously. Kira elbowed him in the ribs. "Ow. Thanks. Thanks a lot." He glared at her.
"Anytime." She smirked.

"Hey Caine…didn't someone used to be sitting there?" Sam asked, gesturing at the spot next to Caine.

Caine looked up from his food, and his drawing of two kittens playing with each other, and he noticed that Diana was gone. "Diana!" he yelled.

"Yes! I'm free, free at last!" The group turned to see Diana near the door, dancing.

Caine leapt up from his seat, running over to Diana and tackling her. There was a loud bang and a lot of swearing, and eventually Caine returned to the booth with a very, very unhappy Diana.

Kira patted Diana on the back. "I feel your pain, I dislike him just as much as you do." She nodded. "But." She said, getting up from her seat, "I'm done here, who's coming?" She said, trying to get out from the middle of the booth. She ended up having to walk over Drake, Sam, and Astrid in an extremely awkward fashion. "Hey there K-" Sam was interrupted by Drake's fist.
"Don't even. That's mine." Drake stood up too. Diana looked like she desperately wanted to leave with them, which was saying something, it was quite a day when Diana would CHOOSE to hang out with Drake.

Sam started attacking the food they left behind, while Diana stared miserably at Kira and Drake as they left. "You know what?" She said, standing up. "I don't have to take this!"

"Preach it, sister!" A random lady yelled from a few booths away.

Caine narrowed his eyes. "Don't think I won't-"

"Go ahead, Caine! Talk about the spaghetti incident all you want! I don't care, you can't use that to blackmail me.

Caine grinned dangerously. "Alright." He stood up, too. "Ladies and gentleman of this fine establishment, I have an announcement. Two years ago, Diana Ladris engaged in some questionable activity with a bo-"

Apparently, Diana did care, because she tackled him to the floor, stuffing his napkin in his mouth. He squirmed around, and then ended up wrestling, frequently banging their hands on the table above them.

"That's as close to second base as he's ever getting," Astrid observed.

"Young love," said the waitress, glancing at Caine and Diana as she collected the empty dishes.

Astrid and Sam looked at each other and shrugged, linking arms as they walked out of the restaurant, Sam snatching one last look at the waitress before leaving Caine and Diana to their fight and closing the door behind them,