Guess We're Wrong

Chapter Three: Not Again

Heath pouted.

“But if we were superheroes, I would not be that lame butler guy.”

“He has a name, you know.” Dean said.

“Why can’t we just be the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?” Heath cried.

“Because they’re four. We’d need another member.” Thorne quipped. “I don’t even want you guys. That reminds me, getting back to my initial question... Why are you two following me like side kicks?”

“I’m not a side kick.” Heath stated. Thorne fixed him with a blank stare.

“Sorry.” Heath blushed and looked away.

...there’s that expression again...

Thorne thought.

Dean looked between the two boys and laughed.

“You guys crack me up!” They entered the cafeteria and headed towards the buffet line.

“I’m glad we amuse you.” Thorne rolled his eyes.

“To answer your question, though...” Dean said, grabbing a tray from the counter. “Look at yourself.”

Thorne lifted a brow.

“How does that explain you following me?”

“Oh, lighten up, would you. One would swear the world stole your porridge or something.” Dean sighed, loading his tray with mash potato. “I meant look at you, Heath amd myself.” He said, pointing a fork in each of their directions. “What do we all have in common?”

Thorne looked between the three of them.

“I don’t know... Arms?” he stated, blandly.

“You’re not funny.” Dean said.

“I wasn’t trying to be.”

Dean ignored him. “Actually... according to the multitude of constant staring, we’re all quite attractive. So naturally, we’d be grouped together. Either that, or we’d be mortal enemies. It’s the status quo... and I don’t know about you, but the whole ‘fighting over who’s more popular’ thing is kind of cheesy and done.”

Heath blinked. “It’s getting harder and harder to believe it’s your first day here.” He said.

“I’m just that good.” Dean winked.

“I still don’t remember agreeing to be part of this ‘group’” Thorne huffed.

“Wait...” Dean said. “Are you one of those mysterious loner guys who don’t find any purpose in life?”

“I’m not obligated to answer that question.” Thorne said, taking a sip of his soda.

“That’s hot...” Dean said suggestively.

“POWERPUFF GIRLS!” Heath shrieked.

Both Thorne and Dean turned their attention to the boy on the opposite end of the table.

“My heart dude!” Dean yelled back, grabbing his chest to calm his now racing pulse.

“When last have you had your brain checked, Heath?” Thorne queried, still managing to look uninterested.

Heath just laughed.

“No, no... We couldn’t be the powerpuff girls. They’re...girls. Haha.” He chuckled.. “Well, I guess you’d be buttercup, Dean...She’s kinda boyish while being a girl.”

“I will ignore that oh-so-obvious burn to my sexuality” Dean narrowed his eyes.

“Team 7” Thorne said.

“What was that?” Dean queried.

“If we had to be some kind of supernatural beings-which I’m not in favour of, by the way... but if we HAD to be something, Team 7 would make more sense.”

“Team 7?” Heath asked. “As in ‘Naruto, Sasuke and Sakura’ team 7?”

“The one and only.”

“That actually does make sense.” Heath said, rolling the idea around in his head.

“So then you’d be Sasuke, obviously.” Dean said and Thorne smirked. He always thought of himself as a ‘Sasuke’ kind of character. He had an older brother and hated people too. “You’d be Naruto, what with your hyperactiveness and all.” He continued, looking at Heath.

“I am so not hyper active.” Heath protested.

“If you say so, Heath.” Dean chuckled. “There’s nothing wrong with it. Energetic people are often the best in bed.” He whispered, loud enough for both Thorne and Heath to hear.

Heath went beet red.

“I’m not gay.” Heath found himself saying for the second time in 48 hours. Why he felt the need to defend his sexuality was beyond him.

“I never said you were, Heathy-boy.” Dean patted him on the back. “I was merely stating a fact.”

“...oh.”

“Still...If you ever need to relieve some stress...” he wiggled his eye brows.

“I’m not gay.”

“Okay, okay.” Dean laughed, lifting his palms up in surrender. “So if you’re Naruto, and you’re Sasuke, that makes me...HEY!” Dean cried, crossing his arms.

“Think of it this way, Sakura’s so flat chested she technically doesn’t count as a girl.” Heath chuckled, nudging him on the shoulder.

 “Thin ice, Wincaster... Thin ice.”

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long time no publish. not that anyones reading this lololol.

i just felt like leaving an A/N

anyway byyye.