AN: We're sorry this one took so long, neither of us were feeling very creative, and Neddy had finals and other school work, and Hannah...well, she's just lazy. xD

But OHMYGOD CHAPTER FIVE IS GONNA BE THE BEST CHAPTER EVER SLDFSDFLWER

"So, how long did it take them to call the circus and ask if they had any escapees?" Quinn asked with a grin, as he and the rest of the band set up in Sam's basement.

"Haha," Caine said, "I'll have you know we all had a very nice time-"

"…that's why Diana ran away three times?" Edilio sniggered. "Sam told us all about it already."

"Did he now?" Caine narrowed his eyes. "Why are we in Sam's house, anyways? What happened to Drake's house?"

"I told you," Drake said, leaning against a wall, "my parents are home."

"So?" Edilio asked, he didn't see much of an issue with that.
"So," Drake continued, "my mom would kill us all for making all that noise and then we'd be zombies and I'd rather not be a zombie when I'm 15."
"Who was the world's first Zombie?" Sam asked, deep in thought.
The guys all stared at him for about five minutes, trying to figure out if he was being serious or not.
Quinn cleared his throat "Jesus."
"… Oh my god he was." Caine looked awed.

"That startling revelation aside," Drake said, unamused, "are we ready to practice the song?"

"I see you didn't bring Kira along this time," Caine said smugly.

Drake rolled his eyes. "She's busy today. She got a new job" He sat down behind his brand new shiny drumset, examining it. It was shinier than the last one. He twirled his drumsticks around his fingers as the others shuffled around with their instruments.

Caine laughed. "Doing what? Is she a stripper or something?"

Drake narrowed his eyes. "No shit for brains. She got a job as an assistant martial arts teacher or something."

Caine cleared his throat, "I see. Anyway, why are you sitting there? You're singing this one."

Drake raised an eyebrow. "Who the hell decided that?" He asked. "I'm not singing anything. I wrote the damn thing, I did my part."

"Then perhaps you'd like me to announce who the song is dedicated to, as well?" Caine chuckled. "Ladies and gentlemen, Drakey dedicates this one to his bel-"

"Oh, shut up," Drake said, reluctantly standing up.

"This is so not okay with me. I don't sing." Drake grumbled.

"You could always go for my option…" Caine shrugged smugly.

Sam interjected "I have never heard Drake sing in my entire life. This is going to be really funny."

"Shut up asshole." Drake leaned against a wall. "So… what do I do?"

"Well," Caine said, "you open your mouth and words co-"

"Not that," Drake said, visibly pissed off. "I mean where do I stand?"

"Near the microphone, obviously."

Everyone else took their places as well.

They got through the first set quickly enough, Drake was still pretty peeved that he'd been forced to sing last minute. He didn't sing. So he really didn't enjoy it. But either way he got through it, shooting glares at the other guys as he went.

"So rhyming fences and defenses wasn't that bad of an idea, I guess." Edilio piped up.

Drake raised his arms in victory. "THANK YOU."

Sam looked slightly shocked. "Caine I think you're maybe one or two steps below Drake on the puberty level…" He was trying not to laugh, since he knew Caine would throw him across the room if he did.

Caine looked pretty peeved as well, he hadn't expected Drake to be good. Fuck that shit.

Drake grinned at Caine. "You're jealous, aren't you?" He snickered.

"Of what, your shocking ability to miss notes?" Caine rolled his eyes.

"He didn't miss any-" Quinn was promptly hit over the head by Edilio.

"Shutup, man," Edilio said.

Drake laughed. "I said I don't sing, I never said I can't." He shrugged.

Caine grumbled "Mhmm."

Sam had given up on trying to conceal his laughter, he was all but rolling around, muttering comments about Caine's singing ability as opposed to Drake's in between breaths.

"Okay, are we done with Jenny for the moment?" Drake asked.

Caine grinned. "You're obviously not-" He was cut off as he ducked from the drumstick that Drake threw.

Diana approached Caine at his locker the next day, "Hey Doofus. I know you took the key to my house. Give it back before I cut your eye out." She was in a "no bull-shit" kind of mood today. Especially after she'd fallen down the stairs earlier after being tripped by Sam. She wondered if he was still stuffed in his locker or if someone had gotten him out.

Caine turned to her, "I have no idea what you're talking about." He smirked.

Drake passed by then, pulling Kira along behind him. "Its in his back pocket." He said without stopping to watch the show.

Diana narrowed her eyes at Caine.

"Fuck." Caine said, before sprinting down the hallway.

Kira snickered. "At least he can say she was in his pants now."

Meanwhile, Sam was trying to massage his body back into its normal shape. Being stuffed in a locker for an hour had given him creases in places he didn't want creased.

Astrid was absorbed in her AP Calculus lesson, the only sophomore in that class, among seniors. And the only one with a grade above a 95, but that wasn't the point.

Quinn and Edilio were outside, they had a free period, of course, so they wandered around the courtyard, finding freshmen to torment in their free time.

Drake and Kira had science, which they both hated, mostly because the teacher was a bitch who'd put them in seats across the room from each other. Eventually they ended up throwing paper balls across the room, once hitting the teacher in the head. She didn't seem amused, and promptly gave them both detention after school, pulling a groan from them both. It was a good thing she didn't decide to read the note though, that would've been really bad.

Caine was trying to figure out how to solve the problem that he now had. There was a hole in his pants where his back pocket used to be. Eventually he just ended up tying his sweater around his waist, although it kind of made him feel like an eighteen year old school girl, it was better than people seeing his Glee themed boxers.

By the time the next bell rang, everyone was in a bad mood. Sam still hurt in places he didn't enjoy hurting, Astrid had gotten a 94% on that week's Calculus test (one of her all time lowest), Drake and Kira still had detention, Caine looked rather girly with a sweater tied around his waist, and a freshman had managed to convince her friends that Quinn and Edilio were a gay couple.

The guys were pretty sick of Drake for getting detention, especially since they had planned to practice after school. Either way they ended up waiting around school for Drake and Kira to get out of Detention, which especially sucked for Caine, since he still had the sweater wrapped around his waist. Which was humiliating in so many ways.

Diana and Astrid walked by, Astrid tried stopping to say hello, but Diana just pulled her along, obviously still angry with Caine for stealing her house keys.

Quinn and Edilio were bickering about which one of them had cooler socks.

"I'm telling you," Edilio said, "zebra stripe wins. Every time."
Quinn shook his head. "No, brah," he said, "not when there are sparkles in the mix."
Caine, frustrated and mortified, snapped. "Are you two aware of how stupid you sound?" He asked.

Quinn and Edilio shot Caine a look, simultaneously saying "God mister grouchy pants…" before returning to their argument.
"So you're telling me that Edward Cullen is cooler than a fucking zebra. What the fuck are you on." Edilio glared.
Quinn suddenly didn't know what to say.

Edilio looked rather smug as Kira and Drake burst through the door of the school, looking happier than they usually did when coming out from detention.

"Hello, world!" Drake said, grinning and walking over to the rest of the band.

"You seem overly cheerful for someone who just spent an hour in a dank room, being stared at by the world's largest bitch," Caine remarked, still feeling grumpy.

Drake's grin grew. "About that," he said. "Mrs. Diglett had something else to do, so she left us alone. And, well…"

Kira snickered. Caine twitched.
"Im not sure I want to know what happened next." Caine twitched again.
"That's just because you and Diana w-" Drake's retort was interrupted by an attempted punch to the gut, which failed, as Drake moved out of the way in the last second.
Edilio and Quinn were secretly making fun of Caine behind his back.
Sam was fantasizing about Astrid.
All seemed rather normal.
Kira was clinging to Drake's arm. "Do you have practice today?" She asked.
"Idunno, do we?" He asked the others.
"I think we should have a sleepover," Quinn said, still mourning the put-down of his socks.

Caine looked at Quinn, as if wondering what he was on. "A sleep over," he repeated. "No."

Drake shrugged. "Why not?" He asked, still in a good mood. "Since you're obviously so enthusiastic for it, Caine, it should be at your house."

Sam beamed. "I'll call Astrid and Diana, although I know Diana won't come anyway."
This was a fact at which Caine was thoroughly disappointed.
"Fine. Everyone go get your shit and come over."
Everyone ran off in the directions of their house. Edilio tripped Quinn, Sam was skipping, and Drake was giving Kira a piggy back ride.
That left Caine, moping all the way back to his house. All alone. Like a fucking hermit.