2nd 2 last chappie i think, but we shall c ^ ^.

P.S. This is mor of a Kenny/ Mary chappie.

See it's a chance we gotta take!

And I believe, that we can make,

This into, something that lasts,

Lasts forever. For-ev-errr...!

"Woah. Dudes." The black haired boy exclaimed, looking towards the girl with black curls and the boy with wavy blonde locks.

"That's so weird. What if you guys are like, related? Ew." The girl with brown hair stated.

"It would be just like on Big Brother!" The black haired boy proclaimed. The others looked at him in question.

"Big Brother? CBS? Reality TV show?" The black haired boy elaborated, but was still met with blank stares.

He sighed. "Okay, in season 5 of Big Brother, these two houseguests, Michael and Nakomis-"

"What kind of name is Nakomis?" The blond boy asked.

"Well, that's not her real name. Her real name's Jennifer." The boy explained.

"Then why does she call herself Nakomis? Jennifer is a pretty name." The brown haired girl asked.

"Well, she's kind of a punk and..." He trailed off. "Seriously. What do you guys do all day?"

The brown haired girl shrugged. "I mostly watch Jersey Shore."

"Lucky! My mom doesn't let me watch Jersey Shore." The black haired girl pouted.

"Okay, we're getting off- topic." The black haired boy said, putting his hands up in a stop- sign motion. "The point is that it would be weird if them two were related, because a.) Nat hates Kenny, and b.) Kenny's been trying to get in her pants from day one. So it sure would put a damper on things, wouldn't it?"

Mary's P.O.V.

"Okay, this is really confusing." I said under my breath.

I was in Chemistry, and Kenny was my lab partner (hahaha, get it? Kenny and I had Chemistry together? And we were lab partners, nonetheless? Hahahahahahahashutthefuckup).And instead of having the two lab partners sit next to each other (like any regular teacher would) my chemistry teacher, Mr. Garrison, had the partners sit across from each other. 'To cover more ground' he said. As if that made any sense. How is sitting across from each other going to help us do experiments? Beats me, but you never argued with Mr. Garrison. Unless you had a detention wish. Or a death wish.

"Kenny, do you know how to do this?" I asked Kenny, looking up from the experiment I was trying to solve.

...Only to find Kenny's eyes planted squarely on my chest.

"Kenny? Kenny!" I asked, snapping my fingers in front of his face. His gaze was still unwavering. I rolled my eyes and slapped him hard across the cheek.

"Ow! What the hell was that for?" He complained, his eyes finally meeting mine.

"Maybe is you stopped staring at my boobs and try helping me out with this, we could actually get some work done for once!" I hissed.

He rolled his eyes. "Fine. What do you need help with?"

"Well, I forgot what to mix with this Calcium. I can't remember if it was liquid nitrogen, or Sulfide, or-"

Kenny's eyes redirected themselves back to my chest.

I sighed. "Whatever! Since you won't help me, I'm just gonna take a wild guess and potentially kill us all! I'm just gonna go with liquid nitrogen." I said, taking the test tube and pouring it all into the flask.

The flask immediately bubbled over and started to shake. Kenny and I looked at each other, wide -eyed.

"...Oh damn."

Christy's P.O.V.

"Now ten jumping jacks! Go!"

I rolled my eyes and got up off of my feet. God, I hate gym.

"One, two, thr-"

The coach was interrupted by the ground suddenly rumbling. As I was in the air right before it, the shaking made me promptly fall on my ass.

"Ouch! That hurt, goddamnitt." I mumbled to noone in particular.

Mary's P.O.V.

My eyes fluttered open. I sat up, wincing slightly at the pain in my shoulders.

I looked around at the now empty classroom. There was chemical splatter all over the walls, and the lab table that Kenny and I had been working at had piles of brken glass and spilled liquids on top of it.

It appeared that after the explosion everybody in the class had evacuated, and I had become unconcious by the force of the blast. And they had left me here. Selfish bastards.

I quickly walked over to the door and jiggled the handle, but it was locked.

"What the hell?" I muttered, looking out the door's window to see two men standing by it.

"Excuse me! Can you let me out of here, please?" I asked, rattling the glass.

They turned towards me and shook their heads. "Sorry, miss, but you've been in there for an awful long time now, and who knows what diseases you might have caught? We're going to need to keep you quarantined until further notice."

"But that-" I started. They turned back around and ignored me.

I sighed, turning around and laying down on an empty lab table.

God, this sucks. First, I get frustrated because all Kenny wants to do is stare at my tits. Then, I get blown away by a chemical explosion and land on my shoulders, which now ache. And now, I'm stuck in this classroom until god- knows- when. Could-

I was interrupted from my depressing thoughts by Kenny suddenly landing on top of me.

"Aaahhhh!" I shriek.

"Aaahhhh!" Kenny shrieks.

"What just happened? How did you get in here? Where were you?" I ask.

"I don't fucking know!" He replies.

"Well then what do you know?"

"I know that the explosion killed me, and for some reason, instead of coming back to life at the bus stop, I showed up here!"

"Right on top of me? Is that some sort of coincidence?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

Kenny blushes. "Well, yeah. I mean, I couldn't just walk in here, all of the doors and windows are locked. And if I had been here when you woke up, you would have heard me walk over, so, yeah. It was a coincidence." He stated matter- of- factly before grinning. "A lucky coincidence."

I rolled my eyes. "Seriously, Kenny? I can feel your boner poking me." I said. I rolled over so that I was on top of him and I tried to get up, but he held my shoulders down.

"Ow!" I yelled as I was hit with searing pain.

"What is it?" He asked, his signature playboy grin replaced by a look of concern.

"Nothing. It's just that when I was knocked out, I guess I slept on my shoulders wrong or something, because now they're really sore." I explained.

His grin came back. "Well, then let me help you with that."

I rolled my eyes. "Um, no thanks, Ke- ahhh." I sighed as he started to massage my shoulders. Okay, this was like, really soothing. I leaned back down onto his chest.

Mary's P.O.V. (Again)

"Ahhh. Ahhh. Ohhh."

"Jesus, girl. You would think we were doin' it or something." Kenny said, grinning cheekily.

"Shut the f- ahhhhh." I sighed again as Kenny continued to step on my back. Yeah, um, a shoulder massage led to a back massage (with my shirt still on, people) and a back massage had led to the whole walk- on- the back massage.

Don't judge me.

"I'm glad I can make you make those sounds, babe." He said, grinning. I rolled my eyes again.

"You're having way too much fun with this." I grumbled.

"Um, who's getting the massage here?" Kenny questioned, raising his eyebrows.

I blushed. "Fine. Massage over. Get off of me." He reluctantly stepped off of my back.

I stood up, looking out the classroom window and seeing that it's pitch black.

"Woah. What time is it?" I asked Kenny.

He checked his watch (us, being the dumbasses that we are, had left our phones in our lockers like we were supposed to. Damn this school and their rules).

"10:00." He stated.

"Holy crap! We've been here for like, nine hours!" I exclaimed.

"I guess we were too busy massaging to notice the time go by." Kenny smirked.

I rolled my eyes for the upteenth time. "Whatever. We need to find some sleeping bags or something."

"Okay, I'm on it, ma'am." Kenny said, saluting. I resisted rolling my eyes for fear that they would fall out.

Kenny opened the doors to the supply closet and began to rummage through it. "Okay... I found one!" He yelled like a little kid on Christmas, tossing the sleeping bag to me. I turned around and spread it out on one of the tables.

"Um... that's it." He stated, walking away from the closet.

I walked over to the closet and looked through it. Kenny was right.

"So..." I trailed off.

"Does this...?"

"No, Kenny. We are not sleeping together." I said. He pouted.

"Well, fine then. Take the sleeping bag." He said, pushing it towards me.

"Nah, you take it." I said, pushing it back towards him.

"No, you take it." He said, a little angrily.

I softened. "No, really. Take it."

"No." He said, crossing his arms.

"Kenny, just take the damn bag." I said forcefully.

"Mary, take the fucking bag or I swear to god I will murder your family."

"Um, isn't that going a little overboard?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

He simply shrugged.

I sighed. "Fine, I'll take the sleeping bag."

He smirked for reasons unknown to me.

Do you ever think, when you're all alone,

All that we could be? Where this thing could go.

Am I crazy or fallin' in love?

Is it really just another -crush...?

Ooooh ;)

-CC