Heyy. So yeah, I'm hyper because I've just had my first mochachino(sp?) and yeah, maybe I shouldn't have one of those unless I need a rush... Here's chappie 2! I want to apologize in advance for switching from 3rd person to 1st person. It will stay 1st person from now on, but I'm too lazy to go and change the first chapter, so think of it as a weird prolouge thing. Thankya XD.

Disclaimer: I do not own Ned's Declassified School Survival Guide. Now which way to the bathroom? XD


"Ned, I thought you said the vents were bigger than in middle school."

"They are, by about half an inch or so."

I tried to glare at Ned, but he was in front of me so I wouldn't get the pleasure of seeing him squirm.

"Moze, please don't give me that look." Or maybe I would. I smirked as I continued to follow Ned through the ventilation system.

Ned continued down the vents, with me trailing behind. I'd occasionally find a spider or two, but none the less the worst part was the cramping. Sure the ones in middle school were big, but we'd grown as well.

"Ned, are you sure you know where you're going."

Ned laughed a little. "Sure I know where I'm going! I've done this like fifty times."

"I'm not even going to ask why you were hanging around in the vent system fifty times."

"To roast marshmallows, duh. Have you felt how hot it gets in the vent when they turn up the heat? Believe me, you have a great s'more coming to you."

"No, I don't usually hang around in A VENTILLATING SYSTEM THAT MAY KILL ME!"

"Moze, you worry too much."

I sighed as I continued to follow him. "Ned, are we-"

"Shh! I don't need you to be like Cookie when we were travelling to Oklahoma last summer. All he kept saying was "Are we there yet?" every like ten minutes. But to answer your unfinished question, yes."

"Then let's go, I'm starting to get claustrophobic."

Ned jumped down the open exit out of the vent and then helped me down, taking ahold of my hand to steady my balance.

"Thanks."

"No biggie, now please step this way madame."

"Oh give it a rest. Chivalry is dead."

"Excuse me for trying to be polite."

I couldn't help myself. I burst like a bubble and blasted my soapy wrath all over him.

"POLITE?! POLITE?! IGNORING ME FOR THREE YEARS AFTER YOU BEING MY BEST FRIEND SINCE WE WERE IN DIAPERS AND YOU ARE JUST NOW TRYING TO BE POLITE?! PLEASE, SAVE THE ACT! THIS IS HIGH SCHOOL AND AFTER THIS SUMMER, WE'RE GOING TO COLLEGE! DON'T YOU DARE TRY AND BE POLITE, IF THAT'S WHAT YOU THINK BEING POLITE IS IN THE FIRST PLACE, TO ME! UNDERSTAND BIGBY?"

My breathing was heavy and I could feel my face burn with rage. He prompted me to it, but can you really blame me? Ned's gaze averted to the floor and I felt tears burning at my eyes.

"Ned Bigby, if you think being polite now will save this friendship, if that's what you can even call it at this point, it won't. I'm ready to listen to what you have to say, but I am not your friend right now." My voice was firm, my breathing still ragged.

Ned said something quietly, but I couldn't hear him well enough from the blood still rushing in my ears. "What?"

"I said I'm sorry."

"Ned, you don't get it! Ugh you just don't get it!" I stormed off down the hallways, fortunately knowing where I was still.

"Moze wait, just please, can we talk?"

"Ned, you had your chance to talk to me. You've had that chance your entire high school life to talk to me. Three years without a word being said until now. Do you know how much that hurt me? Ned, I-" Suddenly my back pocket vibrated. "One sec."

"Oh, me too, someone just texted me."

"Same." I eyed Ned suspiciously before turning my attention to my cell.

Hey Guys. It's Cookie- I saw you two talking earlier, I guess you must have worked things out. Believe me, it was hard seeing you fight like this for so long. I'm glad we can all be friends again. Anyway I have a proposition for you. What if for this summer, our last summer together, we go and take a road trip, to Canada or something? Message me back ASAP! LATER - Cookie.

Ned and I looked at each other. I instantly could tell Ned was up for this, even though we were still fighting. Even I was up for making Cookie feel better about this whole thing. He had been in the middle of this for practically ever.

"Should we do it?"

"I think so, I mean I feel bad for Cookie. He had to endure the both of us nagging at him about how much we hated each other." I looked up, about to cry again. I fought back my tears.

"Y-you hated me? I didn't even do anything!"

"N-no, I mean like-"

"Save it. I'm willing to do this whole road trip thing, but not for you, for Cookie."

"But Moze, I-"

"Screw this. I have class Ned, and so do you. I'm not listening to my enemy, it's pointless."

I started to walk away, my arms crossed over my chest.

"MOZE, WAIT!"

I didn't turn around, I just kept on walking. I was kind of hoping that I could hear his foot steps following after me, but there were none. As usual, Ned was not willing to save our friendship, or at least an attempt to repair it.

Who needed him anyway?

Then I suddenly realized I would be spending most of my summer driving to Canada with Ned. And Cookie, but that wouldn't make up for the fact Ned was there. This was for Cookie and that was what I had to remember to keep at least some of my sanity.