A filler chapter...'cause I'm really stumped on this fanfic and every other fanfic I've got planned for my lovely audience. -_-

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WARNING: I went the extra mile on offensive on this chapter. ^^' I'm truly sorry.

Whoever set the bullshit curfew was insane. We, a bunch of crazy rebellious teenagers, had till fucking 11:00 to run around town, start riots, and get immensely (and illegally) drunk...Well, at least if we wanted to. I, for one, have had plenty of alcohol in my sixteen years of life. I really didn't need any more than I'd got already.

(Tino, on the other hand, had a bottle of vodka in his suitcase for when he got fucking sick and tired of everyone's pathetic shit. I don't think anyone was brave enough to tell any authorities about that. )

Anyways yeah, you want an update, right?

Day 2 (or was it 3?) of the Boston trip was...Not insane, for once.

Mrs. Karpusi put Tino in the Kirkland group, probably 'cause, one, Antonio wasn't mature enough to handle a crazy psychopath immigrant who knew at least ten different ways to kill someone, two, the Kirklands know him really well and can apparently handle him better than our shitty group of imbeciles can. (-coughs- Kiku definitely pissed during dinner the night before.)

Kiku, Lizzy and Feli decided to go off with fucking Ludwig and Gilbert Beilschmidt for the day, since they wanted to check out the Boston Massacre site and all that historical shit that I had no intention of going out of my way to see. Good riddance, assholes.

(And actually, I privately wished those potato bastards some luck. Living with Feli for even a day is a sick pain in the ass. YOU CAN'T TELL ANYONE, THOUGH. I'd rather die.)

Well...Guess what. God hates me. He won't give me a rest, even if I beg and plead and pray for a nice, calm afternoon without anyone bothering me.(It probably has to do with the time I flushed my mother's crucifix down the toilet...ACCDIENTALLY. I wouldn't FUCKING DO IT ON PURPOSE.

I was stuck with Antonio...FOR THE REST OF THE FUCKING DAY.

Imagine being stuck with a younger siblings or your friend's younger sibling, or that little kid from your church. Anything. Now turn that person into a 6- something puppy who's apparently mature enough to be your chaperone. (Let's totally forget to mention that you have a crush on this puppy man-child.) Then add a stuck-up old bitch and a bunch of other children to the mix.

And holy heck, I am not a sociable person, but hanging with my extremely distant, extremely unsociable cousin and some other random acquaintances made me feel extroverted. (And there's no way in hell I'm hanging with the adults.)

To get right to the cons, I appreciated no one. (Antonio doesn't count, bastards. AND DON'T THINK I APPRECIATE HIM 'CAUSE I DON'T. I FUCKING DON'T.)

Dimitri Anghelescu, who is almost 100% Romanian, is somehow related to my 1000% Italian family. Something about my aunt's husband's half-brother and some weird family scandal? I don't really want to know the story behind that. (My side of the family already has enough to talk about...Like the godforsaken bastard who left my mother and her two young children. Yep, there are still random family squabbles about that.)

Anyways this guy is basically the most reclusive person ever. At least I actually have friends, however ridiculously involved with my life they are, but this guy... Since the crazy I-have-a-not-so-obvious-crush-on-cat-man incident, Dimitri's only hung out with...Cat man for the past sixteen years. (Jeez, he doesn't know how to let go, does he?) Also, I'm ashamed to say I was more than a little involved with the whole deal...-Cringe attack-*

Cat man, Herakles, lives kitty-corner from Dimitri's house, pun not intended. All he cares about is sex and cats...And maybe Kiku...And okay, yeah, he's a momma's boy. (That poor man) He has at least ten felines, and I'm going to stop talking about him, before my head explodes and my remains are thrown to his army of cats.

Nikola, the scrawny kid from the bus, is literally the oldest high school student on the trip at eighteen going on nineteen...But how the hell am I supposed to know that? He looks fucking fourteen. (How the hell can someone be that skinny?) Also, he must be completely stupid, 'cause Dimitri is so obviously interested in him...Or maybe Dimitri is just really bad at hitting on people...Yeah, that's probably it.

There's Mrs. Karpusi, obviously. She never lets her son out of her sight if it can be helped. (By now, I was debating whether seeing the Liberty Bell with my brother was really that bad.) Apparently, I'm a really bad influence on the guy. Gee, thanks. That's great coming from the head teacher of our school.

And Antonio...Dear Antonio...(Fuck, did I just say that?!) He sat there talking to everyone who glanced at him. Small talk, serious conversations about important school issues, his favorite kind of cat...I heard it all, and honestly it should really be turning me off.

God really hates me.

*Yes, I'm a fan of Danisnotonfire. Deal with it.

I need to get this up and running again. I don't want my little Alternate universe to die right now. I promise I'll have the next chapter up before Christmas. (If I don't, don't be surprised. I'm a busy little music geek.) I. WILL. POST. MORE. -bangs head on a table-

Also, all of you anon reviewers, I'm sorry I haven't been responding, but I want you to know I really appreciate the support. It makes me want to keep writing. Thank you :3

See you next time :D