As Hazel stood outside what she presumed was Cody's home, she sighed in skepticism. She had planned to apologize to him tomorrow at school, but Hector had caused her to change her mind.
"I'm home," Hazel called out once she entered through the front door. To her surprise, Hector was waiting for her there.
"Hey, sis!" he exclaimed happily, holding his bucket list in his hands. "How was school? More importantly, what are we doing today?"
Hazel blinked, setting down her backpack. "Hector, you want to start your list today?"
"Well, why not? You looked through it over the weekend, so I figured, the sooner we start, the better!" Hector eyed his list. "I guess we should start off small..."
"Yeah, I just got home from school, so preferably something that doesn't require running around town," Hazel exhaled.
Hector looked up. "Where's Cody?"
"He doesn't exactly follow me home everyday, and I didn't know you were planning to work on your list today, you know."
"Oh, right. Can you call him then?"
"Actually, Hector..." Hazel took a breath. "Cody and I got into an argument."
"Oh," Hector frowned. "That's too bad. So...what now?"
He looked so disappointed, and Hazel's heart sunk. "I'm... I'm going to make up with him tomorrow at school, but..."
"So... Should I...put off my plans until then?" Hector asked softly, biting his lip.
"Y-Yeah..." Hazel felt guilty. "Um... I'm going out again. I'll be right back."
After that, she had gone out again and, hoping that at least one of the other guys knew where he lived, gained access to Cody's address. Now she was standing in front of this nice-looking house that really was only about fifteen minutes away from where she herself lived. Deciding that she shouldn't waste her time by standing there doing nothing, she went up the steps and knocked on the door. She was taken aback when this woman she had never seen before opened the door.
"Hi," the woman smiled pleasantly.
"...Hi." Hazel assumed that this person was Cody's mother. "I'm, uh, here to see Cody."
"Excuse me, but may I ask who you are?"
"I'm his...classmate, Hazel," Hazel breathed. "We're... We're friends, sort of." Not exactly the truth, but not a complete lie either.
Mrs. Gray frowned in confusion. "Funny, he never mentioned you when I asked him about his social life."
"Actually, I just moved here a little more than a week ago," Hazel explained. "That's probably why." She was kind of relieved to know that Cody didn't badmouth her behind her back like he did to her face.
"Oh, that's right." Mrs. Gray swung the door open wider, stepping aside to let Hazel in. "He's in the shower now, so you might want to wait in his room upstairs for a bit."
"Okay, thank you." Hazel immediately took a turn for the stairs.
"It's the one on the left," Cody's mother called after her.
Hazel nodded her thanks and went up the stairs. She made a left and entered in through the door that met her at the end of the hallway. She opened it to see a standard bedroom, well-dusted and tidy. "Wow. So he's not the messy room type," she murmured to herself. "Impressive."
She moved over and sat down on the bed, its sheets smooth and soft, tempting her to lie down and snooze for a few minutes. Not wanting to let her weariness get the best of her, she got up and walked over to the closet. She opened it and was surprised when she saw how it was nearly only made up of black and red clothing. She took out a red long-sleeved shirt and, almost subconsciously, inhaled the scent of it. It had the classic laundry scent of freshly washed clothes, but it also contained a faint smell of daisies and chrysanthemums.
It was the scent of a mother's love, and Hazel realized just how much she missed it. She lowered herself onto the bed again, this time lying down. She didn't know how much time she spent sniffing Cody's shirt, but it was obviously enough time for him to enter and catch her in the act.
"What the fuck are you doing?" he deadpanned. "Is that my shirt?"
Hazel shot upwards, clutching his shirt in her hands tightly. "I—I was just—" she stuttered.
"You do realize that that was a rhetorical question and I actually have been standing here for the past 30 seconds watching you be a creeper, right?"
"...Oh..." Hazel felt the blood rushing to her face.
He had clearly just exited the shower, as his hair was damp, he had a towel in his hands, and, Hazel had to note to herself, he was shirtless.
"So, um... Did you—Did you forget to take a shirt with you when you went to shower?" she asked, trying to change the subject.
"Yeah."
"...I'm not sure if you're being sarcastic."
"What is there to be sarcastic about?" Cody rolled his eyes, then held out a hand. "Anyway—"
"Mrs. Gray suddenly appeared in the doorway, carrying a tray of chocolate chip cookies. "Hazel, I brought you—" She looked up to see Hazel and Cody staring at her, then her eyes widened. "Um... Okay... On second thought, I'll put the cookies outside, and once you two are, um...done with your activities... You can get them."
Cody looked utterly horrified. "Mom, this isn't—"
His mother shut the door behind her.
Hazel didn't understand what was so wrong about the situation at hand, until she looked down and remembered that she had been holding one of Cody's shirts, and Cody himself wasn't wearing one at all... Oh boy. She glanced up nervously. "I'm...sorry?"
"Just...toss me that shirt," Cody responded stiffly, glaring at her.
Hazel complied, not wanting anything else to go wrong. This visit was already beginning on a bad note.
Cody caught it. "Why were you smelling my shirt anyway?"
Hazel paused. "Do you...appreciate your mom?" Despite what just happened?
Cody stopped, one arm halfway into his sleeve. "...Yes?"
Hazel nodded. "Good. It's just... Never take your mom for granted."
"...Okay?" That came out sounding more like a question. "Does this have anything to do with your dead mom?" He pulled his shirt over his head.
"...Yeah," Hazel admitted. "It's really hard living without one. It just feels like there's a puzzle piece missing."
He sat down on the bed next to her. "Same thing with not having a dad to see everyday."
Hazel looked at him. "Is your dad...you know?"
"No, he just lives in Philadelphia, while me and my mom moved to Burgess after their divorce." He shrugged. "No big deal."
"Don't you miss him?"
"He comes to visit every few months, and considering how he told my friends that I had certain...poop-smearing habits when I was two, I'm actually a little glad that I don't live with him," Cody replied dryly.
"Poop-smearing habits?" Hazel echoed.
"Look, it's not my fault that the walls are too white for my liking," Cody defended.
So he hated white. Go figure. "What's so bad about white?"
"Nothing, except for the fact that if something that's white gets dirty, it's noticed way too easily. On the other hand, you can spill something on black and it isn't nearly as visible. So that's why I like black."
"Oh, you do?" Hazel snarked. "I figured, considering I looked into your closet."
"Why were you looking into my closet? Wait, fuck that, I probably should've known that since you were sniffing my shirt."
"Let's stop bringing that up." Hazel winced. "But what about red? Stains are pretty clear on red."
"Red is the color of the blood that'll spill from my enemies once I find a sweet-ass axe to chop all their tiny heads off." He sounded much too serious for Hazel's comfort. "Besides, black and red go nice together."
"They do," Hazel agreed.
Cody eyed Hazel's white cardigan disdainfully. "I already had my daily round of insults today, so should I even bother?"
Hazel pulled at her cardigan protectively. "I wear what I want to wear, and you wear what you want to wear. That way, we have no problems."
"Fair enough. Anyway, why'd you come here?"
Oh yeah. She had forgotten her original purpose for coming here, thanks to the various other topics that were discussed. "Oh, I, uh..."
"Yeah?" Cody prompted.
"I..." This was harder than she thought it would be. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry about this morning. I shouldn't have said what I said. I was being insensitive, so... I'm sorry. Yeah, I'm sorry."
Cody stared at her. And stared at her. And stared at her. Finally, after what seemed like hours, he voiced, "You're fucking weird."
"...Excuse me?"
"You're the first person I've met to ever come to someone's house just to apologize for something that I'm barely even mad about anymore."
"Wait, what?" Hazel was confused. "But you were upset the whole day."
"...Okay, so I am still kind of pissed," Cody relented. "I'm not sugarcoating it, you almost threw away your only chance of having my help."
Hazel cringed.
"And I almost felt like you were going to slam the trash can lid down on my head."
Hazel cringed more.
"You're not the type to think before you say things, are you?" Cody questioned flatly.
"No," Hazel confessed. "I...don't know how to really communicate as well as...other people."
"Obviously. You're awkward."
"Oh..." God, I am awkward. "So, um..." She thought back to the reactions of Jack and the twins when she told them about what happened. "Have you... Have you really...lost someone important in your life before? Like...a sibling or something?" She immediately cursed herself once the words came out of her mouth. Way to touch on this subject, Hazel.
There was a long pause. Then, Cody replied, "I'm an only child, Hazel."
Hazel took that as a no. "A close friend then?"
"No."
"A distant relative?"
"If they're distant, then I see no point in being that affected."
"So... No actual experience with this sort of thing?"
"I don't need experience to get offended at your rude remarks."
"I know, it's just..." Hazel sighed. "Never mind. Hector really wants to start on his list as soon as possible, and...and should we go over there now?"
"You told him that we shouldn't start today because I got pissy on your ass and he got disappointed, didn't you?" Cody guessed.
"...Yeah." Hazel gaped at him incredulously. "How'd you know?"
Cody brushed the bangs falling in front of his face. "Are all you Campbells this predictable?" he flatlined.
Hazel chose to ignore that. Instead, she prodded, "So are you coming?"
"No, I have to prevent Mom from calling Dad and shouting into the phone, 'Cody has a female in his room!'" Cody said.
Hazel eyed him, unimpressed. "I fail to see how that's a good excuse."
"If you met my dad, you'd understand the importance of that," Cody muttered. "Look, just tell Hector that you came over. He's bound to cheer up at least a little when you say that we made up or however you call it."
"True," Hazel agreed begrudgingly. She stood up. "I should go now."
"Okay. By the way, next time you come over because you regret something of whatever, bring chocolate. Your chances for redemption are better off if you bring chocolate," Cody added offhandedly.
Hazel walked out of the room, only to come back in a second later with a tray of chocolate chip cookies. "These are the best that I can give you. I have to say I'm a very fast baker."
"Don't think I forgot that my mom made those for us."
Hazel groaned. "Darn." She took a cookie and bit into it. "These are good."
"Grandma Mildred's original recipe," Cody responded, taking the tray from Hazel's hands. "Bitch, don't take those, they're mine."
"Your mom meant to give them to me," Hazel retorted.
"I thought you were leaving."
"I am." Hazel left, but not before taking another cookie out of sheer defiance.
Cody raised an eyebrow, watching as the door swung shut. "Aren't you interesting?" he murmured to himself, biting into a cookie.
"Hey Jack, can you help me with this book I'm reading for school?"
Jack looked at Jamie as both of them packed their backpacks for school. "Sure, it beats helping you with math. Which book is it?"
"Walk Two Moons." Jamie held the book up for Jack to see. "It's about that girl Sal who goes on a journey with her grandparents to look for her mother."
"Oh yeah, I know that one. I read it in North's library a while ago. What do you need my help for?"
"I need examples of foreshadowing. I have a paragraph about it due tomorrow."
"Oh. How about I help you after school? There are a whole bunch of examples I can think of right away," Jack offered.
"I'd like that, thanks," Jamie smiled gratefully.
As they exited the house and went on the route to school, Jamie asked, "By the way, nobody's really heard from the Guardians since that whole...Immo fiasco, huh?"
"No," Jack confessed. "Well, I think they're trying to figure out a way to help, but I thought they would at least begin communicating more—"
A green-and-purple blur abruptly appeared in the distant sky and rapidly approached them, unintentionally barreling right into Jack.
"Oof!" Jack grunted as he was knocked onto his back.
"Jack!" Tooth fretted, sitting on top of him. "Are you okay?!"
"I... I think I got a dent," Jack groaned in pain. "But I'm fine, so no need to fuss."
"The Tooth Fairy! What are you doing here?" Jamie asked.
Tooth waved. "Hi, Jamie. I'm just here to check up on Jack."
"Really? That isn't exactly something any of you have done in a while," Jack mumbled. "Why the sudden visit?"
Tooth hung her head. "Okay, so I've been feeling a little guilty about not catching up with you. But you know, we are busy and we have tons of things to take care of, and when we don't have our hands full, we're trying to help you out of your...predicament, even more so now since things didn't go the way we all planned for things to go. But it's nice whenever we do have at least a little spare time for a brief visit."
Jack suddenly noticed the item in her small hands, his eyes widening once he identified what it was. "Tooth, is that..."
Tooth held up the very large (and sharp) icicle, causing its tip to glint in the morning sunlight. "You mean this thing? North wanted to give you this as compensation for messing up your chance of getting back to normal. He said he spent a lot of time making it extra pointy."
"...I can see that," Jack answered nervously, hoping that she wouldn't accidentally impale him with it. "So...that's supposed to be mine?"
Tooth shrugged, failing to understand why he looked so weirded out by it. "Is it a bad gift?"
"No! No, it's a great gift. I mean—I don't mind receiving that, it's just... What am I supposed to do with it?"
Tooth frowned. "You know, North wasn't very clear on what he wanted you to use it for... I don't know, really."
"Other than keeping it in the freezer as a souvenir or something, I can't think of anything else to do with it," Jamie piped up.
Jack opened his mouth to voice his personal idea on what to do with it (though, in hindsight, he was glad he ended up being interrupted since Tooth didn't need to hear his take on dildos) when he suddenly felt himself pulled out from under the feathered fairy. Tooth squeaked and got up, hovering just inches above the ground. Jack turned around to see what was going on, only to get a shoe print to the face.
"What did I say about getting it on out in public?!" Zander scolded, stepping harder.
"You didn't say anything! And get what on?!" Jack yelled back, his voice muffled under Zander's shoe.
Zander ignored Jack's protests, instead opting to say, "You're lucky all of us are here to cockblock you!" He took his foot off of the poor boy.
"That word sounds like it has something to do with taking wooden blocks and holding them against the tip of my penis," Jack stated flatly, a very obvious print on his face.
"It also sounds like a word that other friend of yours would say." Tooth scrunched up her nose. "You know, that really evil one."
"...You mean Cody?" Jack questioned, getting up off the ground.
"Yeah, if that's his name. Anyway," Tooth began, handing Jack the icicle, "I don't want to cause all of you to be late to school, so I'll be off now. Bye, Jack!" She waved for a bit before taking off into the sky.
"What's that?" Spencer inquired, resulting in Jack noticing his presence.
"Apparently it's 'compensation' for what happened with Immo," Jack explained wryly. "The problem here is what I'm supposed to do with it."
"Oh, I thought it was a really sharp dildo," Zander spoke honestly.
"That makes two of us. But it's melting!" Jack's voice raised. "And my hands are burning, what am I supposed to do?!"
"Don't look at me, I'm not holding it for you." Zander raised his hands.
"Take it back inside and put it in the fridge," Jamie suggested. He paused, then added, "Assuming Mom lets you, which is unlikely."
Jack made some sort of whining sound. "She's not going to let me! Are you saying I should just take this to school with me?!"
"I don't think you have any choice," Spencer responded tentatively. "It beats just leaving that here to melt. At least you won't hurt anyone's feelings if you take it with you."
"It'll still melt, and I'm going to get in trouble for causing a huge puddle to appear on the carpet!" Jack argued.
"Oh, for crying out loud, this isn't worth being late for school," Zander irritably groused. "You're not going to get in trouble if it's just water. And when icicles melt, they become water. Water will dry. Water will not stain the school carpet. It's. Just. Water."
"Right," Jack hesitatingly said after a short pause. "Um..."
"Just take it with you, you dumbass pustule."
Jack found himself scurrying along quickly to avoid the wrath of his moody friend, but also noting his use of that certain vocabulary word Florence had taught him the day before.
"So..." Hazel began slowly. "You're telling me that you got that icicle from your aunt and uncle, who have just gone vacationing on a tour in Antarctica."
Jack nodded profusely. "Yeah. That's right."
Hazel didn't look like she bought that. "I don't exactly think of Antarctica when I think of the ideal tourist place. Wouldn't everyone freeze to death there?"
Dang it. Jack was hoping she wouldn't realize that Antarctica was practically unlivable (Not that he thought she was stupid or anything). "Oh, I, uh, meant Iceland."
"Jack, Iceland is green; it's full of grass." Hazel was growing increasingly suspicious. "Greenland, on the other hand, is icy."
"Hey, don't look at me, I'm terrible with geography," Jack defended himself. "Whose idea was it to give them opposite names?"
"Jack..."
"Okay, so maybe I don't exactly remember what they said on the postcard," Jack gave up. "I was too busy staring at my icicle."
Hazel really looked like he didn't believe him now. "Jack, if you want to say something, at least tell me the—"
"Jack."
Jack and Hazel turned to Anton, who had a very deadpan look on his face. "Dad approached me at my locker and told me to reconsider my friend choices after he saw you carrying that giant dildo past the office. I told him I'd talk to you about it."
"But Anton—"
"Look, dildos aren't exactly the most convenient object to lug around with you, especially one that's an overly large size like that one. You also might not want to flaunt it so openly like that if you don't want people to get the wrong idea on your bed habits. But hey, if you're not going to listen to my advice on this, at least get one that's a more appealing color. That one looks like an icicle that's in progress of melting."
Jack's expression had transformed into one of mild annoyance. "Maybe that's because this is an icicle. The tip just melted." He glanced at the abomination in his hands. Now that the pointy tip was gone, it did start looking more like a dildo by the second. Not that he was complaining. Even though people misinterpreted what the object was, at least he wasn't going to accidentally stab himself with it now.
"Oh. Well, why do you have it then?"
Jack looked in the direction of Hazel cautiously, not wanting to give himself away, only to see that she had left. She probably didn't want to discuss dildos with them. "Tooth gave it to me this morning. It's 'compensation' for my unfortunate fate."
Anton didn't need him to explain further. "Did that North guy make it for you? He looks like the type to create something so silly."
"Yeah. Tooth was simply the deliverer." Jack shrugged casually. "I had no choice but to bring it to school. I expected a much bigger uproar, but nobody's really said or done anything except give me strange looks."
"Aren't your hands burning from the cold?" Anton questioned carefully, looking like he was expecting Jack to drop that icicle any second. "I mean, they look too white to be right."
"It is," Jack admitted tensely. "But I'm not sticking this in my locker. I have too little room. I'm going to have to carry it around between every class."
"Okay." Anton didn't exactly seem too enthusiastic about that idea. "Good luck with that. You'll need it."
Jack sighed wearily as he set his icicle, which was now much shorter than it was a few hours ago, by his desk in math. He buried his head in his arms tiredly, wanting nothing more than to nap his sorrows away. Everyone he was acquainted with (which was more people than one would expect) had gone up to him and asked him if he was having some problems with his manhood. Even Samson couldn't resist questioning him about it; he didn't even bother to behave rudely to Jack.
Jack raised his head, deciding that the snooze-fest he was so willing to have ought to wait until after school—but then he remembered that he promised Jamie that he was going to help him with his literature. He groaned. Jamie was bound to understand his long day at school, and it wasn't like he couldn't help him later in the night when his energy had returned to him.
He turned to eye Cody, only to see that the latter was staring back and forth between him and his icicle unblinkingly. Jack watched him do that for another minute, anticipating him to ask the one question he had plagued with a plethora of times already.
What he didn't expect was Cody snapping at him, "Are you going to explain or are you just going to leave me hanging like you don't know what I want to say?"
That, at least, was better than being asked if that was a substitute penis. "Tooth gave it to me to make up for causing me to be stuck like this."
"That bird thing that looks about ready to rip her feathers out whenever I swear?"
Jack couldn't tell if Cody was insulting Tooth, since he had to agree that what he said was true. "Yeah."
"She gave you an ice dick?"
"It's a fucking dildo!" Jack screamed, losing all his control. Dildos and dicks are totally different things! Realizing what he had just said, he slapped a hand over his mouth. Everyone else in the room stopped what they were doing to turn around and gape at him incredulously. And yes, that included the teacher herself.
"Is something going on back there?" she called from her desk. "Jackson? Cody?"
"I—I was just—" Jack stuttered. "Cody—He—"
During this time, Cody had nonchalantly opened his textbook, pretending to be immersed in the content. "I'm sorry, but I will not associate with anyone who uses such horrendous language."
"What!"
"And then she asked me to talk to her privately after class, so I stayed behind and she told me that although I am a teenager, I should be more careful with announcing publicly that I use a fake length, since that apparently turns girls off drastically and I'm going to end up becoming loveless in life if this keeps up," Jack explained dully, his head placed on the lunch table out of pure grief. "I find it unusually upsetting that my math teacher has told me this while my own biological mother never did."
"I doubt dildos existed back in the colonial era," Spencer pointed out.
"They didn't," Jack confirmed. "But I... Gah." He raised his head lamely, took his icicle, and began taking tiny bites from it. It was now the size of a Popsicle.
"What are you doing?" Anton asked weirdly.
"This will be my lunch for today," Jack informed monotonously. "I'm not letting people ask me about my sperm holder any longer, nor am I going to have it leave a liquid trail like I have problems with my urine."
"Cody, I will personally hold you responsible for breaking his brain process," Zander chided.
Cody looked unimpressed. "Wimp."
Jack then took an unusually huge bite out of his icicle, clearly indicating that Cody's comment bothered him greatly.
"Overly sensitive."
Jack took another big bite, though he hadn't swallowed the previous one.
"Cold, odd misfit."
Another bite.
"These aren't even decent insults yet you're getting supremely offended," Cody flatlined.
Another bite.
"Cody, maybe you should stop talking before you either make him choke on his ice or make him get brain freeze," Anton advised.
As if on cue, Jack swallowed his ice and suddenly stiffened, eyes wide and unblinking like an owl's.
"Oh no," Zander groaned.
Zander Anderson: Jack Overland is currently inactive due to Cody Gray causing him to swallow multiple pieces of ice, thus resulting in him getting brain freeze. Please stand by.
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Florence Robinson: What the fuck is going on over there? Me and the girls can see you, you know.
Zander Robinson: Idk why don't you actually read my status? Then you'll know the answer to that.
Florence Robinson: Fuck you.
Cody Gray: Why the fuck am I tagged in this?
Zander Anderson: Because you had involvement in this situation! Why is everyone asking dumb questions on FB?
Cody Gray: Fuck you.
Spencer Anderson: Assuming he doesn't go back to normal by the time lunch is over, what are we going to do?
Anton Suzuki: I have fifth and sixth period with him, so I guess I'll have to drag him to our classes. Dammit.
Samson Fisher: If this is what you left me for, Anton, I'm almost feeling a little concerned over my social skills.
Anton Suzuki: You were too boring for me, Fisher.
Samson Fisher: I gave you one job! One job in the newspaper club! It's not my fault you failed.
Anton Suzuki: It's more like I decided to choose the good path to go down, asshole.
Hazel Campbell: What is going on between these two? O.o
Conrad Montgomery: Now, now, we should all just calm down here. Zander Anderson likes this.
Zander Anderson: When I posted this status, I wasn't exactly aiming for a total cock fight to begin.
Spencer Anderson: We should go back to the original topic on Jack's state right now.
Jack Overland: Duuuuuhhhhhh. Me stoopid. Me eating ice. Me hate life. Me hate everyone. Lyk u stoopider than mai capillaries.
Cici Sanders: That awkward moment when you see all those misspellings then suddenly there's a word like capillaries spelled correctly at the end. Jack Overland and 2 others like this.
Cody Gray: I think I lost half of my brain cells just reading that. Also, my eyes are burning. Never do that again.
Spencer Anderson: Zander, I think you might be having a little too much fun stealing Jack's phone and impersonating him on social media. Come on, you and I already did that stuff when we made the account for him.
Zander Anderson: You're no fun.
Samson Fisher: I'm growing increasingly baffled with the stupidity of your group. You guys can go get screwed jfc.
Cody Gray: Look, you sack of fucks, why don't you go insert your tiny dick into the anus that belongs to Conrad? Get the fuck out of here before I slap the shit out of you.
Conrad Montgomery: What did I ever do to you?!
Cody Gray: Are you saying you want to go into this subject? Again?
Hazel Campbell: Do you and Anton dislike the same people as a coincidence, or is there some backstory I need to know?
Zander Anderson: That's it. I'm deleting this status.
This was more of a filler chapter than anything else, in case you couldn't tell. I'm still working to figure out how I'm going to structure this story, since the plot has been revolving around Cody and Hazel lately. I said this before, but the other plots will come in very soon, and I tend to base the events that occur on a specific calendar. So Phoenix will come in soon, Jack's BSOD will come in soon, Conrad's scheme will come in soon, everything.
(ButreallyifthingsgoasplannedthennextchapterwillstillbeCody/Hazelcentric)
On another note, there's a likely chance that at least one of my readers is disappointed that this chapter is only 4910 words (excluding the author's note). To that, I say that it's still way longer than the average chapter you see on FFN, so shut your face.
Since nobody seemed to have a problem with the Facebook status thing, so I decided to continue with it. Don't know how often I'll be doing it, but yeah.
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storygirl99210: You're on to something, I'll tell you that.
Lil Angel 927: THIS REVIEW I. I CAN'T. THIS I JUST. YOU ARE AMAZING. Anyway, the marigolds ahahahaha you still haven't figured it out, have you? All the things you brought up were wrong, sorry (though they were nice ideas). Hazel's dad is overprotective because, let's face it, all dads are like that towards their daughters. Sadly, Hazel's mom isn't there to defend her children against him. As for your virtual medal on your achievement for the longest review, I'm too lazy to put all the reviews in the word count right now because most of the reviews were pretty long this time... I'll give it to you anyway. I'm pretty sure your review was in the top three some place. Anyway, drunk prom night. Jack, Spencer, Samson, and Anton would probably get drunk first (though Anton lasts longer than the other three). Cody...may or may not get drunk by the end. He's got a pretty high tolerance level, but that doesn't mean it's impossible for him to get intoxicated. Jack would act like he does when he's on helium, Zander would just be a little tipsy, Spencer starts giggling like a little boy who buried himself in a snow pile, Anton becomes a bit of a slut (as seen from what happened with his one night stand with Bo), and Cody just... I don't know, gets really sociable. You're probably going to end up seeing this sooner or later.
Sol's Darkness: Ah, Jamie's little sister. I get it now. No, I'm just kidding. All jokes aside, this Sophie person doesn't sound like the type I would be willing to associate myself with, so as a caring upperclassman, I strongly advise you to stay away from her. Trust me, son, I have personal experience with this sort of thing. There was this girl I knew who treated me not unlike the way Sophie does to you and your other friend. I knew her since the second grade, and I was like her only friend who stuck up for her and that kind of stuff, so we hung around each other. I don't even know what happened, but starting from fifth grade, she began bullying me relentlessly on a daily basis, up until the beginning of the eighth grade. I only stuck with her because I had nobody else (I was a bit of an awkward person who said stuff that caused people to drift away from me. I had no social skills back then). Later on, I found out she insulted me behind my back, calling me ugly and friendless and that kind of thing (*cough* ungrateful bitch who sucks ass *cough*). But anyway, you're probably annoyed that I went off on my own little story. My point is that Sophie sounds utterly pretentious and unworthy to be with a beautiful person like you. I'm not forcing you to promptly ditch her or anything, this is just advice I felt the need to give out. As a girl, let me tell you this: girls suck. I envy guys so much. Also, freshman is the first year of high school, sophomore is second, junior is third, and senior is fourth.
SkyHighFan: One time. I did that one time. Also, can you not? I hope you can see the difference between a play that was an exact copy of the movie and a play that is a completely original work by me. The first play would've been freaking boring if I showed it to you, to put it bluntly. Besides, you knew how it was going to go, so I see no point in holding this over my head. Nothing Interesting will be something that you won't see in its entirety until the actual thing happens, so I promise that I'll show it this time around.
ReganRocks: Dude, I can say "I love you" to someone and not even consider the possibility of them taking it in a creepy way. I do it all the time, in fact XD (Love ya too.) As for those questions you shot out at me, you'll have to wait and see (though what you think may be the correct answer is most likely the correct answer).
Cat Lunanoff: I'm planning a spin-off drabble/oneshot series of the PG saga, and that might as well be my first chapter :D (I love you too.) But anyway, those ship names lol. Fun fact: Cack is a British slang term for cow poop, so along with Cock, that's the most entertaining Cody/Jack ship name. I referred to them as Jody once, but I may have to switch gears on that... I just realized Cody and Spencer never really had some alone time together. Goddammit.
Doctor Skittles: You like the way my chapters don't focus solely on Jack? That's good, because I had another review a little while ago complaining about how Forgetful Guardian's first couple of chapters centered around an OC that was 'boring as hell' and urging me to get back to Jack soon. But this shower of compliments, no stahp I can't take it.
pineapplefreak: I'm going to tease you for a bit, and say yes, Samson has a crush on someone hehehe. Florander sounds nice. I'll have to think for a bit if I want to make it Flounder because that's what I did for Crouton. SOMEONE WHO UNDERSTANDS THE PAIN I GO THROUGH WHENEVER A REVIEW DOES NOT LIVE UP TO ITS POTENTIAL FORM.
Lolxxx: Samson is more of an anti-villain in Forgetful Guardian. The people you need to worry about are Conrad, Bo, and Pitch. Also, watch out for Phoenix.
feathered moon wings: Uh, maybe I will, I don't know. I guess it depends on what my fingers want to do as they type. As much as you might hate Bo, she does refer to Jack as Jackson so you have that reason to not want her to die. And Jack will just forget his Jack Frost alter ego and his colonial life. He'll just think he's some normal uptown boy living in the modern times.
ZeroLuver567: That...is amazing. How did this dream happen, what. Anyway, your review wasn't the shortest I've ever gotten, and I had no qualms about it. The ones that raise my blood pressure are the ones that say "good chapter" and nothing else. Literally nothing else.
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