"I own Victorious, iCarly, Drake & Josh and most of your childhood!"
"LIES!"
"Who said that?"
"It is I... The bra who tells ghost stories!"
"..."
"You do not own Victorious! Or iCarly! Or Drake & Josh! Or any other successful television show!"
"How do you know that?"
"I'm a talking bra... I know everything."
"Ugh! I hate you! Just let me have this one show!"
"NEVER! Now you've taken enough time away from the story... People will hate you. State the true disclaimer."
"I hate you. So so so much."
"SAY IT!"
"Fine, fine! I sadly do not own Victorious... Or any other of Dan Schneider's marvellous creations. Happy now, talking bra?"
"Quite. Enjoy the story, everyone and don't forget to review, favourite and put it on alert."
Jade POV
"Beck! You're here!" Exclaimed an annoying over dramatic blonde strutting towards us. How was Beck friends with this gank? How could he possibly have dated her?
"Yeah, Hey!" Beck replied. "I got your caffeinated beverages right here." He handed everyone their order. Once everyone had their stuff we went to find a table to sit at.
"K, so how we doin' this?" Asked, Nick suddenly.
"Doing what?" Tiffany asked, clueless. It took everything I had not to get up and slap her right then.
"I think he means how are we dividing into bowling teams." Explained Morgan.
"How about boys VS girls?" Ryan suggested. I looked at Beck with my angry warning face. No freaking way was I going to be bowling on a team with those two rotten skunk bags.
"Sure, sounds like a plan." Exclaimed Beck. "Why don't you girls go get your shoes and we'll put our names into the computer?" He added. He would pay for this.
"Gross, I'll just wear my socks." Tiffany explained. Typical girl. You'd think I'd be the same way and be all 'Ew! Bowling shoes!' Right? Naw. I love wearing bowling shoes. Not only are they satisfyingly sweaty and gross, but each pair of shoes has a story behind it. Hundreds of people could have worn these shoes before you. It could've been a fat pastry chef, or a criminal, or just a tiny little girl with really big feet. You never know! It's a bit of a fun, mystery.
Well, I was tired and the caffeine was wearing off quickly, so I wasn't in the mood for arguing. I'd definitely get him back later.
"What size?" An acne, faced kid asked us when we got to the counter. We told him our sizes and went to sit on a bench off to the side, to put the shoes on.
"I'm sorry Tiffany's such an airhead. She means well." Morgan said to me.
"Doesn't seem like it." I replied harshly.
"I've known her my whole life. We've been best friends forever. Literally! Our mom's were in the hospital with us at the same time. She used to be alright, but when we got to high school she changed a bit. Started partying and dressing like a slut. She actually used to be the hugest tom boy I knew. I'm not sure what happened. Now I just can't find it in me to tell her to get lost." Thanks for the life story kid... I didn't say anything back. Instead I got up, got a size bigger shoes and sat back down.
"I'm also sorry, Beck, dragged you here." She started. "I know after living in L.A. your whole life this must be really boring and we're probably the last people you want to be hanging out with."
"It's alright." I muttered. Man, does this chick talk a lot!
"If it helps I think we've got a good chance of winning! I used to be in bowling when I was younger, and despite how she looks Tiff's got pretty good aim. You look like you could roll the ball pretty fast too. They guys though, Beck's an artistic type. Never was much of a sports person. Ryan probably won't take it seriously, though if he does he'll be some good competition, and Nick, will think he's 'too cool' for bowling and not try hard."
"Good to know." I said getting up and starting to walk back to, Beck. Morgan scrambled after me.
"I think we should make some kind of bet." Now she's talking my language. I stop dead in my tracks, causing Morgan to nearly bump into the back of me.
"What kind of a bet?" I question.
"I don't know... How about if we win they have to...?"
"Eat something disgusting we make for them." I finish.
"OK! Let's go tell them!" We walked back over to them confidently. Morgan went to whisper our plan to Tiffany and she lit up like Cat, with a brownie. I have to admit, Morgan isn't as bad as I thought she'd be. She certainly does talk an awful lot, but I've gotten used to ignoring people.
I took my seat -and a sip of Beck's coffee- when Morgan announced our little wager.
"What happens if we win?" Ryan asked.
"I could give you a haircut." I winked at him and made a scissors motion with my hand.
"No thanks..." He was scared. Ha, smart boy.
"How 'bout you girls have to let us pick your outfits for three days?" Beck, suggested.
"Alright, but just a warning... It's not gonna happen." Morgan, smirked. Yuck, I can't believe I might actually like a Canadian that isn't, Beck.
"We'll see about that." Ryan, threatened.
"Let the games begin! Ladies first?" Nick said gallantly. Tiffany went first. In all six tries she only got one pin on the outside knocked over. Damn, she was dense. Morgan, went next. She got a pretty good score, I think. I don't know exact bowling stats, but she knocked down a lot of pins which I guess is good. When it was my turn, I imagined the pins as little Robbie's and Tori's. I hit down every Tori by my third turn and got a strike on the fifth. When I went back to my seat, I got a congratulatory kiss from, Beck. I could practically feel Tiffany's eyes shooting lasers at my head when I rested my legs over his.
K, so I won't bore you with the rest of the dreadful bowling game details. Basically what happened was Tiffany got a little better, Morgan and I kept up how we were and the boys were alright. She was right when she said, Beck wouldn't do well. It was almost comical watching him try to be some big macho man. One turn he only got gutter balls. "Stick to acting, babe." I had told him. Of course the girls had won, after the boys failure.
"Can we do the dare, bet, thingy tonight?" Tiffany asked as we all put our shoes back.
"No." Ryan, Beck, and Nick all answered simultaneously.
"We sure can!" I exclaimed faking happiness. You could practically hear the guy's gulp. This should be an interesting night...
"We can go to my place. My mom went grocery shopping yesterday and they're at a business conference until tomorrow." Morgan, offered. Tiffany and I agreed and proceeded to drag the guys out to the cars.
"I'm driving." I informed, Beck, reaching into his coat pocket for the keys.
"What? Why?"
"Because you'll chicken out and not drive us to Morgan's." I explained, getting in the truck. Beck, sighed and got into the passenger seat. The truck was a stick-shift, so it was a little difficult to drive. Luckily, Beck's truck, back in LA was a stick so he had taught me how to drive it, one boring Sunday.
It was about a 15 minute drive, and I had to follow behind Nick's car to get there. Once we pulled into the drive way, I turned to look at, Beck, since he didn't seem to be getting out.
"Move." I told him. He didn't.
"Dude, what up?" I asked, poking his shoulder.
"This food is going to be edible... right? Like human food?" He asked weakly.
"Seriously? Man up! Of course, it's going to be edible, human food what else would it be?" I got out of the truck and started walking towards the door where everyone else was, expecting Beck, to follow. Everyone was chattering away about what, disgusting food we could use tonight.
"I know you kept the lump from the cab drivers back!" I heard Beck, yell behind me. Everyone went silent.
"What?" Ryan asked quietly, stunned.
"Please don't feed it to me, Jade. I know I've been rotten to you but I really don't think I deserve to eat fatty cab driver lumps." He said coming up to me.
"Is that really what your afraid of? God, Beckett! I'm not going to feed to a fatty lump!" How did he even know I had it? I was supposed to have given it back to the hospital, so they could run some tests on it. I actually gave them an egg in some clear slimy stuff and kept the fatty lump.
"What fat lump? Why would you feet Beck a cab driver?" Tiffany, piped up.
"If you weren't going to torture me with it then why would you bring it?" Beck, asked accusingly.
"I don't have even have it."
"Really?"
"It's back at the house. Now can you please stop being such a stupid ass so we can go inside?"
Once that little bit of immaturity had passed us girls, went off to the kitchen (wow, that sounds kind of womanly racist) to whip up a concoction that would surly have the boys puking in no time! The guys were currently in the den playing some video game that belonged to Morgan's dad.
"What are we putting in this?" Tiffany asked looking in the fridge,
"How about we put whatever's going in this thing in the blender then we can fry it or something." Morgan suggested.
"Sure, why not." I said.
Morgan got down the blender and I found a huge frying pan under the stove. We started pulling random things out of the fridge and multiple cupboards. In the end the blender was almost over-flowing and we had used a little bit of everything.
"Time to cook it!" Tiffany, squealed. It's a good thing the night was almost over because there is only so much squealing one person could take from this chick.
"I poured the yummy blend, while Morgan scraped the sides, being sure to catch every last drop. It smelled horrific. It took at least 20 minutes until it was cooked all the way through and by then it looked like a light grey scrambled egg. We then, separated the thing onto 3 separate plates.
"It's missing something…" I wondered, out load.
"Mint leaves!" Morgan exclaimed, rushing to the spice rack. She carefully set 4 tiny leaves on each omelette, if you could call it that.
"It needs something else though. Like a dipping sauce." I wondered again. This time Tiffany spoke up.
"Relish?" She asked.
"And honey mustard." I finished. We carefully made little winky, faces on the things and each took a plate and made our way into the den to greet the men.
"Turn off the game!" Morgan, yelled before we were even in the room. There was a couple of groans, but they did as told. I walked over and sat in Beck's lap, waving the plate in front of his face.
"Doesn't it smell good, sweetie?" I batted my eye lashes at him.
"Scrumptious." He replied in a monotone voice.
"Well then don't let it get cold!" Tiffany said, excitedly.
"Yeah, guys! Dig in!" Morgan added.
Nick was the first to take a bite. Everyone was watching him closely. He set the fork in his mouth and slowly chewed. The look on his face was more, pondering, then disgusted, which was pretty disappointing.
"Could use some salt." Was all he said. He started to put the plate down, but Morgan was quick to stop him.
"No, no. You have to finish it all, honey." Said, Morgan. Nick's eyes went wide, but he slowly started to eat it again. Beck and Ryan, probably thinking, based on his reaction, that the food wasn't too bad, took a bite. Ryan, immediately started coughing up his lungs. Beck, made the funniest face I had ever, in my whole 3 years of knowing him, had ever made. Then his eyes started to water.
"Please don't make us eat the rest." Ryan, begged.
"But, you haven't even gotten to the part with relish!" Tiffany whined. Reluctantly they all slowly started eating the rest. Nick, was doing pretty good so far. No major reactions and he was over half finished. Hopefully he would puke later though, because if he didn't it would just be no fun. Ryan, was the one with the least gone. He had to get water to stop his coughing after every bite. Beck, was steadily eating it but he looked about ready to puke any second. If he did, he wouldn't be getting many kisses the whole rest of the trip.
Suddenly Nick jumped up and ran down the hall, clutching his stomach and mouth. Us, girls burst out laughing. We could all hear coughing and hacking coming from, what I assumed was the bathroom he had ran too. Awe, and he only had a few bites left. After about two minutes the coughing stopped.
"I'd better go make sure he actually made it to the toilet." Morgan, sighed making her way down to Nick.
"Do we really have to finish?" Beck, whined.
"Yeah, we already ate like half and I don't know about Beck, but I feel like a just ate broken glass." Ryan, said.
"What do you think?" Tiffany asked looking at me. "Should they eat the rest?"
"Fine. Don't finish it, whimps." I looked at Beck. "But this is only because I don't want to kiss your barfy lips.
"I'd jump for joy, if I didn't feel so crappy." Ryan, groaned.
"I love you so much." Beck, then tried to kiss me, though I held up my hands.
"Not until your brush your teeth and gargle mouthwash at least twenty times. I kissed his forehead though, because I honestly didn't think he'd have eaten that much. He did pretty well for a drama boy.
After Morgan and Nick came back we all ended up watching Kenan & Kel. Finally, when I thought I wouldn't be able to take another second of Kel's stupid orange soda obsession, Beck stood up and announced that we should probably get going. He went around the room saying his goodbye's and telling them that they'd hang out together before we went back to L.A. After that everything was pretty uneventful. We drove home, and were both so tired we immediately went to bed. OK, so I guess today hadn't been as bad as I thought it was going to be… Oh well. Trips not over yet.
Well, that's that. I know you probably all hate me and are really upset. Im sorry D: I just got busy and honestly completely forgot I was even writing a story! I suck I know :( Well I won't bore you with anymore of my talking. Go forth and review and favourite and alert! :D Ooh! Review with what you would like to see in the next chapter! I love hearing your ideas :) And I promise the reunion will happen soon! I have something planned for that, that I cant wait to write :) xoxo
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