Chapter 39

Last time: Oh. That makes sense.

Present:

Mari POV:

I hate the world.

I'm sorry, I'm just in one of those moods.

Lindsey is dragging me on a group date with her and some girl she met some how. I would probably know more about the girl and my date if I actually listened to Lindsey. She's my best friend and I love her with all my heart but sometimes her babble is just so annoying I have to tune it out (AN: like the Olsen twin movies! Sorry if I just offended you!).

Lindsey forced me into some outfit that I will save you the torture of me describing. I'm not the best at describing things. Especially not clothes. It's sad, really. Me describing clothes sounds like "And I'm wearing this green shirt that has small straps and has a neck line -is that what they're called?- that is all -whats the word again?- lacey! That's the word!" Honestly.

We arrive at the restaurant and I meet Lindsey's friend. She seems nice. She's very pretty. She doesn't seem nervous at all. Unlike me. I am one of the shyest people in the world. Scratch that. Shyest things in the world. Move on over shutterfly! (AN: guys I don't watch my little pony, so please no reviews asking my opinion on my little pony stuff.)

Finally the boys arrive. One of them has light green eyes and blonde hair. He reminds me of a baby polar bear (AN: Don't question it, Will reminds me of my friend look wise and she sort of resembles a baby polar bear). Another is Hispanic looking. He goes up to Lindsey's friend and puts his arm around her waist. I guess he's her date. The last one has short dar hair that looks black. It's brown though since its impossible to have natural black hair. And don't get me started on how "Nothing is impossible" because then there is a loophole in your system, something being impossible is impossible if nothing is impossible.

I'm brought out of my thoughts by the polar bear boy talking, "Hi. I'm Will. This is Zeke and that fine looking man over there is Four." Zeke is the Hispanic one and four is the one with dark brown hair.

"Hi. I'm Lindsey. This is my super shy friend, Mari, and I'm guessing you already know Shauna." Oh. So that's her name. Shauna. I like it.

I give a small "Hi." and a weak smile. It probably doesn't even look like I'm smiling, though.

"Which one of you fine ladies is going to be my date tonight?" Will says. Lindsey laughs. "I'm your date." Thank god. Four seems nice and quiet unlike Will or Zeke.

The hostess shows us to our table and for the first time I notice Fours beautiful dark blue eyes. Honestly I don't think I've seem prettier in me life.

"Hi. I'm Four. Don't ask." He says. Why would I ask? Oh. Because he has a number for a name.

"Hi. I'm Mari. I'm shy. Don't ask." I say mocking him. He giggles a little.

"Did you know you just giggled?" I ask. He probably thinks "No, I chuckled. Chuckling is manlier.

"No I didn't. I chuckled. I don't giggle. Giggling is for immature girls." He says. I knew it! I smirk.

"They're synonyms." This makes him laugh. I like him.

"Well, miss smarty pants, excuuuuuuuse me!" He says drawing out the excuse.

I laugh. He's not too bad.

"You're excused." I say.

"Do I detect an accent?" He asks. About time!

"I'm from Ireland. Yes, I was born in the place of leprechauns and shamrocks. Don't judge." I say. I hate when people tease me for being Irish. I mean you're just jealous because I'm lucky. Like a shamrock.

"If you're Irish, then how'd you get a name like Mari?" He asks.

"It's a nickname." I explain. Please don't ask. Please don't as-

"What's your real name?" He asks. Play it cool. I laugh, trying to lead him off my trail.

"Honestly, I've been using this nickname for so long I can't remember my real name. I'll ask my parents later." I say still laughing because only someone really gullible would believe that.

"You know, this date isn't half as bad as I thought it would be." He says. I agree. I put my hand up to my heart. "That's the kindest thing anyone's ever said to me!" I say.

I wonder if Lindsey's having just as good of a time as me?

Lindsey POV:

Will reminds me of a baby polar bear.

I, being the chatterbox I am, heaving been going on and on about something. Sometimes I even bore myself so much that I don't listen. Wills not listening either. He's cute but doesn't seem like my type.

"Okay, Will. Lets just stop right now. We obviously don't have any chemistry whatsoever, but we can still be friends." I say getting bored.

"Agreed. So unbelievably agreed with. I actually like another girl at the moment. She's mad at me though and I don't know why." He explains. Ooh! Gossip! He then explains every thing that's happened.

"So you looked for her all night of the masquerade ball except for dancing with your sister?" I say. He nods in response. "Will she obviously saw you two dancing and thought you didn't like her." I say. Well, duh. I mean, are guys really this clueless? They're a failed species.

I wonder what Mari and Shauna are doing?

Okay so I would write the date in Shaunas POV but I am far too lazy to do that. I'm sorry.

And dear Stuff the Guest, I know. I hate it when my parents fight too. I'm sorry that you have to deal with that. My parents still fight occasionally because my little sister and I started yelling at them when they fought.

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QOTD: What makes you mad at authors because of their books?

My answer: When my favorite character dies. Oh wait! That's every book. Seriously. Warriors, Harry Potter, Thg, Divergent (and no, Tris is not my fav character. Uriah is :))