This chapter is dedicated to Ita-ta, for her brilliant reviews that make me smile each time!

Chapter Four:
Sue Me.

Want to go see Dark Knight at the cinema tomorrow? I can't find anyone to go with other then you. Mitchie got freaked out when watching, so I doubt she's a good choice. Cait.

I sent the text to Nate, setting my phone back down and staring at the wall in front of me. Walls are very boring things. This particular wall was Mitchie's and was (unfortunately) covered with pictures of Shane. It is actually quite disturbing. I always wondered why Mitchie never let Shane come to our cabin, and I guess this is why. Last year, when Mitchie shared with Tess, that room was probably filled with Connect Three posters too, and Mitchie wanted to follow the trend.

I was bought out of my poster thoughts when my text tone went off (Living on a Prayer, because I'm cool like that).

Sure, I'll buy tickets if you buy popcorn and coke. And isn't this going to be the third time you've seen this movie?

That was our deal – we alternated. Last Friday I'd bought the tickets, so this Friday it was his turn. He was wrong, too. It would be my fourth time seeing this movie, not my third. So I like Heath Ledger, sue me.

On second thoughts, please don't.

Mitchie came back ten minutes later with that grin on her face that made me think she was going to kill me.

"I'm guessing Peggy said yes then?"

I've just realised that it sounds like Mitchie asked Peggy out.

"Yes, so tomorrow if we arrive within ten minutes of each other and then meet up, we could all go and see a movie together…"

"Or we could just abandon them and hope for the best?"

Considering that last time I went to a movie with Mitchie we watched some crappy girly film. She refused to see Eagle Eye with me, even though it had Shia LeBouf in it. Traitor.

"Sure, but then what if they just follow us?"

Was she always this pessimistic?

"Let's just try, okay?"

Mitchie nodded, walking over to her CD player.

Oh, crap.

"Uh … was that a cry for help? Caitlyn to the rescue!" I cried, running out to Mitchie's shout of "CAITLYN! GET YOUR BUTT BACK HERE RIGHT NOW! GIVE MY KATY PERRY CD BACK!"

As I was running I bumped into Jason. Was that a bird on his shoulder?

"Hey, Jase." I greeted him, smiling. Jason was the one person that was crazier then me –and that was saying something. Then again, he did communicate with birds.

"CAITLYN!" He cried, hugging me.

My airflow was cut off very fast at that moment, and Jason only realised when I waved my arms around crazily and wheezed.

"Oops, sorry." Why was he always grinning? It was slightly creepy.

"Uh, Jase … why is there a bird on your shoulder?" I asked, peering at the blue thing. It stared back at me, tilting its head.

"This is Percy!"

He named a bird. And he named the bird Percy. Oh dear lord, this was crazier than my McDonalds theory by far.

"Uh, hi Percy." I said awkwardly, then jumped back when the bird tried to bite my fingers off.

"JASON! You have a killer bird on your shoulder!" I cried, stuffing my hands in my pockets away from Percy the Finger Eater.

"No, he does that. It's to show he likes you."

Jesus. What would this bird do if he didn't like you? Peck your head for three hours?

"Um. I'm going to … go somewhere now." I said, looking around for means of escape from:

a). Mitchie.

b). Percy. (A.K.A: the Killer Bird/Finger Eater/Crazy Thing).

"Sure, I'll see you around."

Not with that damn bird you won't.

Oh course, I didn't say that. For one, it would be mean and Jason was quite sensitive, and for two, someone jumped on my back.

This someone was, of course, Mitchie.

Ow.

"Um, hi Mitch. Did you come to meet Percy too?" I asked from my current position – the ground. Mitchie rolled off me (ew, mental images), and stood up, glaring down at me. Now she definitely did look like a murderer, especially because she wasn't smiling.

"I take that as a no." I grumbled.

"Give me back the damn CD."

Mitchie said damn! She never says anything worse then "sugar plums!" Wow. She must be in a mood.

"It's under my bed." I was lying of course. I don't think I could stand one more second of Mitchie singing along with Katy about kissing girls. It was incredibly disturbing, especially since I share a cabin with her.

"Are you going to tell me its actual location or am I going to have too find Greg?"

Oh she did not just bring up Greg.

You see, last year there was this kid called Greg, and he used to follow me around all the time, asking me out. He was like, thirteen. Seriously. Long story short, I asked him to 'get lost, you little ratbag'. I think he cried.

"In my backpack." I said, looking up at Jason, who was staring at us with a face somewhere between "wow, you guys are crazy" and "I wonder if Percy can talk?"

I seriously need new friends.