DEDICATED TO: PurpleTea88, who is an amazing help to my writing process. =D and also, to my new online soccer buddy, xXB-A-C-O-N Spells LOVEXx!
That's funny. I always reread my chapters on FF after I post them, and when I was rereading chapter 17 the ad at the top of the page screamed, 'PLAY SOCCER!' lolz.
And to those of you who doubt my ability to write wings in without it being a cliché, JP-worthy disaster, fear not! I was debating adding wings in for awhile even before I had chapter three posted, and just in case I added things in that would help with it early in the story. Once it's over you will understand. Just remember, wings won't happen for at least five or six more chapters! XD I love you guys!
ONE LAST NOTE: I'm going to a science thing for a week, so I might not have time to write, and I won't have a computer to update with, so expect a later update for chapter 19.
Gazzy: YOU'RE A WHITECOAT, TMI?
No, Gaz, my science teacher recommended me for this science thi-
Gazzy: OH DEAR LORD RUN FOR YOUR LIVES! TMI IS A WHITECOAT!
SHUT UP GAZ! Agh…
Disclaimah: JP doesn't have trouble controlling Gazzy. Oh, and I most certainly don't own Princess Bride.
XD
MPOV
Two words. Ihate. PrincessFreakingBride.
Did you catch that? I loathe Princess Bride, I despise it with every fiber of my being. It is the worst movie in existence. I cannot abide it in the very least. End of discussion.
Why? Well, the reason is truly embarrassing... And I only ever tell my most trusted friends. Even Linnie in Nevada didn't know this about me...
Princess Bride is the only movie that's ever made me cry.
Ella gets a sick sort of satisfaction out of forcing me to watch it. Therefore, after we ate dinner, I found myself wedged between Nudge and Terra on the couch. There was no means of escape. Ella stepped over to the DVD player and slipped in the dreaded disk.
My only consolation was the four pints of Cherry Garcia on the table in front of me. And no, there was not one pint for each of us to eat. The Cherry Garcia was all mine. Nudge and Ella each had a pint of Phish Phood, and Terra had one of Fudge Brownie. However, one measly pint of Ben & Jerry's is not enough for Maximum Ride. No sirree.
I had my beautiful, delicious Cherry Garcia all to myself. It was the only thing keeping me from screaming as the movie began.
When I had entered the kitchen earlier, twenty minutes late for dinner and rosy-cheeked from the cold breeze, there had been total and complete silence. Then the squealing began.
"How was your date, Max?" Terra cooed.
"Yeah, did you two have fun?" Nudge added.
"Did Fangy kiss you good-night?" Ella demanded. Her question set all of them off with uncontrollable giggles. Mom looked mildly confused.
"You were on a date with Fang, Max?" Mom asked me, setting her fork
down.
My eyes widened. "No!" I shouted.
"Yes!" my treacherous friends squealed back.
I came over to the table and sat down in the empty chair between Terra and my mom. My first task was to load the clean plate in front of me with a mountain pasta. It gave me a reason not to look at any of the smirking occupants of the dinner table. As I ladled the sauce over my noodles, Nudge began to explain the 'date' situation. Mom looked less confused at the end, and smiled wickedly at me. "So, did Fang kiss you good night?" she asked slyly.
Terra and Nudge practically shrieked at my mom's question, and Ella smirked wildly. I felt that horrible blush rise on my face again, and stared pointedly at the mound of pasta on my plate.
"He DID!" Nudge squealed.
"No he did not!" I snapped back, focusing on my pasta. "Fang isn't an idiot. He wouldn't kiss me because you guys declared we were on a date."
"Dammit," Terra muttered. I looked sharply up at her, and she smiled sweetly.
"You were gone for an awfully long time," Ella observed. "What were you two doing? Hmm?" My sick friends all eyed me expectantly, no doubt craving for me to dish out how Fang and I realized we were utterly in love with each other.
Ha. Yeah right.
"We played soccer," I informed them gruffly.
The annoying girls I tend to call my friends all frowned at me. Nudge even put her head in her hands. "What?" I asked defensively. "Fang and I always play soccer together."
"Figures," Nudge moaned. "We set them up on a date, and they spend it whooping each other's butts around a soccer field instead of doing something right for once."
"What would have been the right thing to do?" I demanded, savagely tearing into my pasta.
"Well, a nice long makeout session wouldn't have hurt," Nudge replied calmly.
I choked on my pasta. "NUDGE!" I yelled, my voice strangled. "I'm freaking eating here!" Ella snickered, high-fiving Nudge.
I tried my hardest to suppress the urge to murder them all. It was a Herculean effort, but with a lot of stress relief on my poor napkin, I managed it.
"Actually, maybe two makeout sessions would be better, Max. Yeah, two."
"Two at the very least!"
"I suggest five."
"WILL YOU ALL SHUT UP?"
The rest of dinner carried on in a similar fashion. Mom watched in obvious amusement as Ella, Nudge and Terra tormented me with horrifying suggestions of what Fang and I should have done on the 'date'. They always seemed to catch me just as I put a forkful of
pasta in my mouth, and I ended up coughing on my food. I choked no less than sixteen times during that meal.
Note to self: NEVER eat dinner with so-called friends after hanging out with Fang, EVER AGAIN. It's hazardous to my health. I doubted anyone at the table knew the Heimlich Maneuver.
At least the food was good.
Which brings me back to my present predicament.
I watched as Buttercup and Ninja-Wesley-in-Disguise argued on the hill. As always, my thoughts ran to how stupid Buttercup was to distract me from my feelings about the film. If she had this 'true love' with Wesley, why couldn't she even recognize his voice?
Then she pushed him down the hill, and he tumbled down in quite a picturesque manner. "As you wish!" Wesley yelled as he somersaulted down the suddenly steep hill.
"Oh my sweet Wesley, what have I done?" Buttercup gasped. Promptly, she flung herself down the hill after him. Smart move, BC.
"I never did understand why she didn't just run down the hill," Terra remarked. Nudge nodded tersely, fully absorbed in the movie. Apparently it was the first time she had seen it, and she was completely intent on catching every last breath Wesley (and the apparently 'sizzling' Spaniard) took.
The only good things about the movie were my Cherry Garcia supply and the fact that Ella and Terra couldn't pester me about Fang. Nudge shushed us if we so much as coughed too loudly. She seemed borderline worshipful of the film, and cried several times.
Finally, the freaking movie ended, and the credits rolled. Nudge burst into spontaneous applause, tears streaming down her cheeks. I rolled my -thankfully dry- eyes at her in response. "ZOMG that was beautiful! I love Wesley! He's so amazing, and strong, and loving, and smoking hot, and Buttercup is so pretty, and that weird old priest was sooooo funny with the way he talked! I also liked that Spaniard, the hot one with the really long name I can't pronounce! He was sick! That fight scene with the him and the six-fingered-dude was pretty damn chill! I mean, seriously, he was all vengeful and adorable! Oh, I think he's my favorite!" Nudge babbled happily away about the movie, seemingly ecstatic about its very existence. For once, I didn't want Nudge to stop talking. Because when she stopped talking, they'd start teasing me about Fang. I knew that as well as I knew my middle name. And the worst part was I didn't even have any more Cherry Garcia to pull me through the arduous ordeal.
Heaven help me.
"I love that movie! Thank you for suggesting it, Ella!" Nudge finished bouncing up and down in her seat. I shrank into the couch, clutching my empty pint of Cherry Garcia. Don't bring up Fang, I prayed fervently, shutting my eyes. Don't bring up Fang, don't bring up Fang, don't bring up Fa-
"So Max, did you see Fang's face when Nudge and I told Kelsi and Jacki you two were on a date?" Ella asked conversationally.
I facepalmed mentally, outwardly the picture of calm. "Yes Ella dearest, I definitely saw his face, especially since he was behind me at the time," I replied scathingly.
Ella was unperturbed by my sarcasm. "He looked shocked out of his mind!" she told me gleefully. "His eyebrows disappeared into his freaking hair!"
"Yeah, stuck on a fake date with his new best friend. And it must have been very scarring to his mental health, me being me. Good thing his dad's a doctor," I muttered, crushing my Cherry Garcia carton in my hands.
"You being you? What is that supposed to mean?" Terra demanded, her eyes steely.
"Umm, I'm Max Ride? It doesn't need very much explanation, Terrs," I informed her.
"Exactly, you're Max Ride," Terra agreed, looking irrationally upset by my answer. "The hot new chick at Cromwell who managed to befriend THE Fang Rianild in less than a week. The amazing athlete who outstripped Gazzy Richards without trying. The girl who sailed easily onto the soccer team with barely a ripple her freshman year, and the one all the guys are drooling over. You have haters, Max, actual haters! Do you know why? Because you're so damn perfect!" Terra snapped, jumping off the couch and pacing around the room as she ranted. "Even now, you're wearing baggy soccer shorts, a huge old sweatshirt, and your hair is a mess, but you still look ridiculously pretty!" I watched her with wide eyes, the only thought in my mind being that I most certainly did not look remotely pretty right now. In fact, a blue-tongued skink could probably beat me in a beauty contest right now. Still, I was unable to form a response to Terra's strange
rant.
"I have haters?" I asked finally, breaking the uneasy silence that had formed.
"YES!" Terra exploded.
Well, that's a creepy thing to know. I thought for a moment, then smirked. "Wait, THE Fang Rianild? Terra, is there something you're not telling us?" I cooed.
Terra facepalmed. "No, I don't have a crush on Fang. Ugh, that's scarring." She shuddered dramatically, and Ella giggled.
"So who do you like?" I asked mischievously. We were steering very well away from the subject of Fang, which was excellent.
Terra actually blushed, her cheeks blooming pink. It was very pretty, actually. Lucky Terrs- when I blush, I look horrendous. So does Ells, actually. It must run in the family.
"Umm, I don't like, uh, anyone," Terra stammered.
I raised a knowing eyebrow at her. Before I could say anything, though, Nudge and Ella burst into a flurry of guesses.
"Jason!" Ella crowed.
Terra shook her head violently. "Ew!"
"Iggy?" Nudge guessed.
Ella looked slightly tense, and I smirked. However, Terra shook her head. "Igs is like the brother I never had," Terra declared. Ella relaxed, and my smirk grew.
"Clay!"
"No!"
"Nick?"
"No!"
"Jon!"
"No!"
"Matt!"
"Ugh, no!"
"Jake?"
"Who, Linaldi?"
"Yeah!"
"No!"
I held up my hand imperiously, stopping the flow of guesses. All three girls looked at me expectantly. "It's Gazzy, isn't it?" I asked calmly, already knowing the answer.
Terra gulped, a nervous smile forming on her face.
That was answer enough for Nudge and Ella. They shrieked at the top of their lungs in celebration, while Terra sat sheepishly on the couch. "That is adorable!" Nudge squealed, hugging Terra. Terra squeaked in reply, probably unable to breathe.
When Nudge finally released her, Terra crossed her arms and smiled wickedly. I, for one, would be very afraid if that smile was directed at me. "Well, Nudge, what about YOU?" Terra demanded. Nudge blanched, opening and closing her mouth like a fish. Roses bloomed on the dark skin of her cheeks.
"Now this is the slumber party spirit!" Ella cheered. She disappeared quickly up the stairs, only to return a moment later lugging along all of our sleeping bags and a few extra pillows. "I've brought cushions!" she declared, throwing the stuff in her arms at us. Terra and Nudge cheered as they started to unpack their sleeping bags. I smiled at them, picking up the coffee table and moving it out of the way for our stuff. As much as I pretend to hate my friends, at times like this, all the trouble and humiliation is worth it.
"Thanks, Max!" Terra chirped. I nodded, setting the table down by the wall. Terra turned on Nudge, cracking her knuckles ominously. "Well, Nudgeykins, who is the subject of your wonderful affections?" Terra asked slyly. Ella snickered, and I hid a smirk as I started to unroll my own sleeping bag.
Nudge continued to bluff. "I don't like anybody, guys, jeez!" she insisted.
"Well, that's what Terry said, and she was lying. Why should we believe you?" Ella reasoned. Terra scowled, but I nodded. Ella's words made sense. "And Max denies she likes anyone either, but we all know she looooves Fang!" Ella added brightly.
Now it was my turn to scowl. "I don't like Fang, Ells," I growled, ignoring Terra's giggles. "Give me a break already."
"See my point?" Ella smirked at me before turning back to Nudge. "So who do ya like, Nudge? We'll figure it out eventually if you don't tell us straight!"
Nudge blushed even more, burying her face in her pillow. We waited for her admission, grinning widely. Finally, Nudge sighed, and muttered something indecipherable into the pillow. To me, it sounded vaguely like she said 'candy'. Ella looked just as confused as I was.
Apparently, Terra has better hearing than we do, because she leapt up with a very loud and piercing squeal. "Danny! Danny who?" she demanded, bouncing on her toes.
Nudge rolled over to face us, her cheeks bright red. "Armstrong," she muttered, blushing even more profusely.
"NO WAY!" Ella screamed. "He's a senior!"
"I know!" Nudge groaned back. "I know Danny's a senior, and I'm only a lowly freshman, but he's really cute and he talked to me at soccer practice every day this week! He was really sweet, and didn't even mind when I accidentally elbowed him in the gut. I mean, seriously, how many guys won't mind if you knock the wind out of them with your elbow?" Nudge demanded.
Fang, I thought immediately. However, I liked not having the attention on me for once, so I didn't voice my thoughts.
"Danny is pretty nice," Ella agreed thoughtfully. "He plays left midfield, right?"
"Yeah," Nudge sighed. A small silence broke out between us.
"Good luck catching him, girl," Terra told Nudge abruptly, her voice sincere.
Nudge smiled shyly. "Thanks, Terrs."
"So," I started, interrupting yet another quiet moment. "What movie are we watching now? It's only ten o' clock."
"I dunno. I want something action-y," Terra replied. "Princess Bride is nice, but besides the amazing Spaniard and Wesley, I don't like very many of the fight scenes."
"Definitely action movie," I agreed.
"Do you have 'Get Smart'?" Nudge suggested. "That's a good one, and there's tons of romance and action, plus there's some pretty freaking hilarious parts."
I nodded. "Great idea Nudge. I'll go get it." I stood up to go dig through our still unpacked box of DVDs, when Ella stopped me.
"Wait, aren't you gonna ask me who I like?" Ella asked, sounding a bit hurt.
I rolled my eyes. "Puh-lease, Ells. We all know who you like."
"Yeah," Nudge and Terra agreed simultaneously.
Ella seemed incredulous with our blasé comments. "You do?"
"It's slightly obvious," Terra coughed, looking apologetic.
"Who do I like then?" Ella demanded. "Hmm?"
Terra, Nudge and I looked at each other briefly. "Iggy," we chorused.
Ella's face drained of any indignation, and she flopped down on the couch. "Am I that obvious? Has Iggy noticed? He has, hasn't he?" she moaned. "He probably hates me!"
I crouched down by the couch, patting Ella's shoulder sympathetically. "Ells, this is Iggy we're talking about. He's male. Males are oblivious to all but the most obvious flirting," I explained. Terra and Nudge nodded solemnly.
"Plus, Iggy is used to girls throwing themselves at him north and south at our school," Terra added. "Since you haven't actually told him point blank you want him to make out with you, I'm 97% sure he hasn't noticed you like him."
"Have you noticed how he doesn't act like a player around you?" Nudge asked. "That means he thinks of you as one of his friends, not a nameless girl to suck faces with. That's a good thing, so if you two ever do go out, he'll take you seriously. I swear, the girls he's dated..." Nudge trailed off. "The majority were airheads. Some girls were actually nice, and smart, but they liked Iggy 'cause he's cute, and even though he's blind he acts like a normal kid. They liked that. But Iggy didn't take them seriously, and he put on his player attitude around them, which put them off of him after a week or two."
"What Nudge is saying," Terra interrupted hastily. "Is that since Iggy thinks of you as a friend, your relationship would be deeper and he wouldn't be a shallow idiot about it like he usually is."
Ella was quiet for a moment. Then she straightened up, and eyed Nudge and Terra with obvious respect. "That was deep," Ella remarked calmly. "Thanks, guys."
"No prob!" Nudge waved her thanks off airily. "Now Max, go retrieve Get Smart!" she ordered. Grinning, I went over to the box of DVDs and started pawing through for Get Smart.
After we had watched the movie and listened to Nudge rant about it for seven minutes straight (Terra timed it on her cell phone), we picked out another movie, and another. We watched movies until four in the morning, long after Mom had gone to bed. We just turned the volume down low so we wouldn't disturb her, and tried to keep the shrieking to a minimum. The latter was rather difficult for Nudge and Terra, who are both naturally very loud girls, but they survived.
At about four thirty, Ella dropped off, and Terra started snoring softly a few minutes later. They were soon joined by Nudge, who kept talking about soccer in her sleep, which was what I had been discussing with her before she abruptly conked out.
I, on the other hand, didn't feel sleepy at all. It suddenly occurred to me that now would be a perfect time to gain revenge from these evil girls.
I tiptoed out of the room and into the kitchen. The floor creaked loudly when I stepped on a certain place, and I winced. Thankfully, no one seemed to be woken up by the stupid floor. I hadn't been here long enough to know which spots creaked, and made several more loud noises on my way to the fridge. The damn floor was pissing me off royally.
When I finally stood in front of the large, stainless steel fridge, I breathed a sigh of relief. Tugging it open, I held my breath as it beeped. The cool air flowed over me as the light washed over my face. The refrigerator was stocked with tons of essentials, but I bypassed them all in favor of three cans of the greatest necessity of all.
An unholy grin lit on my face as I tiptoed back into the living room. Terra was snoring, Ella sighing, and Nudge was still softly rambling on about anything her sleepy tongue could scheme up. Quickly, I squirted large dollops of my secret weapon into their hands, and smeared more under their noses. When each of them felt it touch their face, they smacked their hands against them, spreading more substance across their innocently sleeping features.
Once I was finished with that, I grabbed a Sharpie and got to work on doodling. As I drew a heart reading 'GR+TS 4EVAH' in very large print across Terra's forehead, I snickered quietly.
"Oh yes," I whispered evilly. "Feel the wrath of Maximum Ride! Let's see if you tease me about Fang anymore!"
"I love you too, Danny," Nudge murmured sleepily. I smirked. This was far too easy.
O.o.O.o:O:o.O.o.O
I was woken up at approximately 11:45 by a loud, piercing scream. I kept my eyes closed, a satisfied smile creeping up my mouth. I figured I only had about thirty seconds to live, so I'd best make the most of it by going back to sleep.
"MAXIMUM RIESRA RIDE!" Ella hollered, sounding -to put it delicately- rather peeved.
"Yes sister dearest whom I know will feel horribly guilty if she offs me?" I sang, keeping my eyes shut.
"SCREW THAT! I WILL FEEL NO REMORSE!" Nudge shrieked. I snickered, digging in more comfortably to my sleeping bag. My soccer shorts were bunching in between my legs, and it was starting to irritate me.
"Max, you have gone too far!" Terra informed me, her voice deathly quiet. I peeked at her over the edge of my sleeping bag. Terra pointed incredulously at her forehead, more specifically at the heart I had doodled there last night. Err, this morning. "You have desecrated my love for Gazzy!" she declared.
"I'm so sorry, Terrs," I replied, choking back laughter. "Truly, you have my deepest sympathies."
"That is not enough!" Terra retorted haughtily. "You must pay with your life!"
All three girls advanced on me, murder in their eyes. I had to smile, despite the fact I was outnumbered. They looked so funny with Sharpie doodles all over and whipped cream crusted in their hair. "This is the end of Maximum Ride," Ella declared ominously. She grabbed a pillow and started whacking me over the head with it. I ducked, trying to shield myself from her blows. "Take that, foul cretin!" Ella yelled, slamming the pillow into the back of my and Terra apparently joined in on the whack-fest, because soon I felt two more pillows hitting me with the strength of a battering ram. Suddenly, the zipper on Ella's pillow caught on my hair, yanking it from my head. "Ow!" I yelped. "Stop it! I just wreaked my revenge on you for your teasing! Get a grip!"
Abruptly, the pillow pummeling stopped, followed by a short silence. Cautiously, I dug my head out of my sleeping bag and took a wary look around.
The scene I was met with was priceless. Terra had suddenly pulled the hood of her sweatshirt down low over her eyes, and all I could see was her blushing cheeks. Ella had fled from the room completely, and was hiding with just the right half of her face poking out from behind the doorframe. Nudge was holding her pillow in front of her face, and her eyes were squeezed shut in embarrassment. In the middle of all this, I sat smirking my head off amid piles of sleeping bags.
The cause of their embarrassment?
"Yo, Max," Gazzy finally said, uncomfortably breaking the silence. He had apparently decided that I was the most sane girl in the room right now, as I was not hiding at the sight of him. "Umm, we just came to see if you and Ella wanted to go to the park with us?..." Gazzy trailed off, his eyes quizzically placed on Terra. "And Terrs and Nudge could come too, I guess." Terra's blushing cheeks grew even brighter, and I fought the urge to burst out laughing. This revenge was even better than I thought it would be!
"If this isn't a good time," Iggy added, sensing the awkwardness, "We could come back later..."
Fang just shifted uncomfortably.
I grinned at the three boys crowding the doorframe. "No, it's not a bad time at all," I assured them with a sweet smile. "Just give us an hour to get ready. We haven't eaten yet."
"Dude, it's noon!" Gazzy informed me, looking shocked. "You haven't eaten breakfast yet?"
I shrugged. "Don't blame me. I just woke up."
"You look like it, too," Fang murmured. I fixed him with a glare, and he smirked. "I mean, you look as fresh as a daisy, Miss Ride," he teased.
"That's better," I replied haughtily. "Now shoo. Go do something you weird people do on Sundays. And don't get stuck in a bush again!"
Iggy glared in my general direction. "You little- those girls are scary!"
"Yeah," Gazzy agreed, his blue eyes wide. "We thought they had eaten Fang alive when he didn't follow us!"
Fang just smirked. "No, but they almost got Max," he snickered.
"Did not!" I disagreed. "I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself around girls like that, unlike you stupid boys."
"Hey! I'm not stupid!" Iggy whined.
"Keep telling yourself that, kid," I replied soothingly. With a bit of struggling, I was soon out of my sleeping bag and shooing them out of the living room. "Now scat. Come back around one or so," I ordered. "And behave yourselves!"
"Yes, Mother," Gazzy muttered, grinning as he exited the house. Iggy and Fang followed quickly after, and I watched as the boys disappeared off towards the park.
Shutting the door, I let a huge grin slide onto my face. That was possibly the best prank I have ever committed in my life! It was a great stroke of luck that the boys came. Their presence enhanced my prank tenfold. Terra had blushed so hard, I was fairly sure that her cheeks would still be pink by next year.
I took a deep breath as I entered the kitchen. Thankfully, it was devoid of angry, humiliated friends, and full of waffles. "Yum!" I exclaimed, sitting down at the table. "These look great, Mom!"
Mom smiled at me from the counter, where she was cooking more waffles for us. "Thanks, Max," she replied. After a moment, she continued, slightly hesitantly. "Was I supposed to let those boys in? They were your friends, right? I saw Fang, so I figured it would be okay to let them all come in to find you girls." She turned to look at me worriedly. "Was I mistaken?" I stifled a laugh, turning it skillfully into a cough instead. "No, Mom, it was great," I assured her. "Thank you so much for letting them in. "Mom raised her eyebrows questioningly at me, but I pretended not to notice as I dripped a steady stream of syrup onto my waffles. "Well, I have to go to the clinic today for awhile," Mom informed me, referring to her veternarian practice. "There are a few cats in critical health conditions that I need to check up on. Will you girls be okay with dinner on your own later? I'll most likely be back by seven thirty."
"We'll be fine," I replied. "Ella can cook."
"Good, or I wouldn't be able to go. Your cooking is worse than rat poison, Max," Mom retorted playfully.
I rolled my eyes, forking a large piece of waffle into my mouth before speaking. "That's why there's takeout and pizza, Mom," I explained with my mouth full of waffley goodness. "And you," I added as an afterthought. "You wouldn't want the one and only Maximum Ride to starve to death, now would you?"
"No, of course not," spat a poisonous voice from the doorway. "Because then we couldn't murder you ourselves!"
I smiled brightly at my severely pissed off friends. "Hi girls! How did you sleep?" I inquired innocently.
I realized that Terra had scrubbed the Sharpie doodles from her forehead, as did Ella and Nudge, and all three of them had freshly washed hair. "Don't try to act all angelic, Max," Terra snapped as she plopped into her seat at the table. "I've never been so embarrassed in my entire life."
"You probably invited the boys over to humiliate us," Ella accused.
I snorted through my bite of waffle. "Please, Ells. I was asleep until you guys woke me up. I couldn't have called them. It was simply destiny."
"Destiny sucks then," Nudge muttered, grabbing four waffles off a plate.
"Cheer up, girls! We're going to the park!" I smiled sweetly at them. They scowled, then in perfect harmony:
"Shut up, Max."
LOLZ, this was a fun chapter to write. Yes, it's filler, but I couldn't exactly skip over their sleepover, could I?
I'm excited, because my home team won in their semi-final game for the women's world cup! GO USA! They play Japan on Saturday, for the finals. If they win, I might go into a fit of updating. You never know.
Megan Rapinoe is my hero. I love you all, USA! Woot!
Next Chapter… Soccer games! Go Cromwell Lynxes! Go USA! XD
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~TMI~