GREG'S POV
"Greg get your fingers out of the bowl!" Sam yelled. I turned around and found Sam standing behind me with a wooden spoon.
"But it's melted chocolate! It's so good!" I dipped my fingers in the bowl again. Sam slapped the back of my hand with her spoon.
"This isn't for you!" She grabbed the bowl and added something. "They're for Ryan."
"Why does Ryan get brownies and we don't?" Zack whined and walked in the kitchen.
"Did you fall off the roof? No you didn't! So no brownies for you." Sam shooed us away, but we stayed.
"You guys are so annoying!" She yelled.
"No we're not." Zack smirked and dipped his finger in the bowl. Sam smiled and elbowed him in the stomach. She walked over to the fridge and put the bowl in it.
"Now to make sure you two don't eat the chocolate..." Sam grabbed me and by the ears and dragged us in the living room. I saw Ashley and Jay sitting on the couch together. Ever since they kissed, they never left each others side.
"What did they do?" Jay asked.
"They keep on dipping their fingers in my chocolate!" Sam said and let go of our ears.
"Ow! That hurt!" Zack said and nudged Sam.
"Oh no. Not more injuries." I turned around and saw Kayla coming into the living room.
"How's Ryan?" I asked.
"He's fine. A lot of scratches, bruises and stuff. He's sleeping now." She smiled. Well at least he didn't die. "So what happened to Zack?" Kayla asked.
"He and Greg ate my chocolate!" Sam said. Yes Sam. Everyone knows we ate your chocolate. You don't need to say it again. Sam walked back into the kitchen and started making brownies.
"I'm going to go check on Ryan." I said and started to walk upstairs.
"I'll come with you." Kayla followed me. She lead me to her bedroom and opened the door. I saw Ryan lying on the bed, snoring. Kayla sat by Ryan's head and I sat at the bottom of the bed.
"So, he's ok?" I asked. Kayla nodded.
"We should probably just let him rest until morning, then try to get him out of bed and walking." She put her hand on his shoulder and looked at him. Did Kayla like Ryan? It seemed like it. I wished that I could have a relationship with Lauren like Ashley and Jay.
"Um, Kayla? Can I ask you something?" She looked up from Ryan.
"Sure?"
"Well, you know that I like Lauren. I want to get closer to her, but I never know what to say. What should I do?" I thought that Kayla would probably think I'm crazy and leave or something, but she move closer to me.
"Lauren likes random stuff. Funny, random, weird stuff. I guarantee that if you start to act like her, she'll start to like you."
"So, I have to change who I am?"
"Well, I thought that you were already crazy like her, and that you were hiding it." The truth is, I am pretty crazy. I guess I could let out my inner craziness for Lauren.
"And you're sure that she'll like me?"
"Absolutely."I
"Thanks, Kayla."
"No problem. Now, we should probably leave Ryan. I'm surprised that he didn't wake up." We left and walked downstairs. Ashley and Jay were still sitting together, Sam was yelling at Zack for eating her brownies, and Lauren was no where in sight. That couldn't be good.
"Is he alive?" Jay asked. I nodded.
"I HAVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT SOMETHING." I heard Lauren randomly say as she walked out if the kitchen. Her mouth was brown and there were chocolate chips in her blonde and pink hair.
"What've you been thinking about...?" Sam asked nervously and turned her head.
"I don't want to be racist or anything... But are brown peoples' poop white?" We looked at her with WTF is wrong with you faces.
"Why would it be white?" I asked and stood beside her.
"Well, white peoples' poop is brown, so shouldn't brown peoples' poop be white?" She asked like it was an obvious question.
"No! All poop is brown!" Kayla yelled with a disgusted face.
"How do you know? Are you a poop expert?"
"No..."
"So you can't question me!" Lauren crossed her arms and looked satisfied.
"This is the most disgusting conversation I've ever had." Ashley said and covered her mouth.
"You have to admit. She's kinda right." I said.
"Thank you! Finally someone who understands my logic!" Lauren put her hand on my shoulder. Of course I didn't agree with her, but anything to make her like me.
(A/N: that poop conversation actually happened between me and my dad)
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LAUREN'S POV
I yawned and put on my favourite tie dye shirt. Being random all day long can really make a girl tired. You know what makes me mad? Every time I go to the pet store, they won't sell me a koala. And their excuse is that "they don't have any in stock." How lame is that? WHY DON'T THEY HAVE ANY KOALAS? I will go to Australia and collect one for myself! I also don't get how unicorns only live in Australia. My house is a perfect place for a unicorn to live! I have lots of sparkles, glitter and whatever else unicorns eat. If unicorns eat glitter, is their poop sparkly? Wait- what's up with me and poop lately? If footballs grew arms, legs, faces and brains, would they take over the world? But then again, humans are bigger than footballs, so they couldn't do much harm. What if chickens started eating glitter? That would be so cool. I love glitter! It's sparkly and colourful. Since I was thinking of glitter, I grabbed my purse off the floor and dig through it. I pulled out my emergency jar of glitter and shook it in my hair. I shook some on my bed, the floor, and in the air.
"Lauren, what are you doing?" I heard Greg ask quietly. I saw him standing at my door.
"Glitterizing the room." I replied and shook some glitter on Greg.
"Stop glitterizing. I have a better idea." I froze. What could be more fun than glitter?"
"What?!" I yelled. He put his finger to his lips to make me be quiet.
"What?" I whispered.
"Everyone is asleep. I have a black marker." He whispered and smirked. I knew what he was thinking.
"Let's do it!" I whispered. We walked downstairs, where we found Zack and Jay sleeping. I sat down beside Jay and put his head in my lap.
"When somebody wakes up, they're gonna have some new hair." I said and started drawing. I drew a big moustache and some bushy eyebrows. He looked so ugly. I held up his face for Greg to see and he gave me a thumbs up.
"Now it's Zack's turn." I tossed the marker to Greg and he got to work. Zack soon became Harry Potter with a goatee and a giant mole. I tried not to burst out laughing.
"Should we give anyone else a makeover?" He asked.
"We probably shouldn't do Ryan because he's hurt. Kayla and Sam aren't afraid to kill me, and I already made Ashley mad..." I tapped my chin. That left Greg. I grabbed the marker from his hand.
"What's your idea?" He asked.
"Just stay still." I grabbed his shoulder with one hand and drew on his face. In seconds, Greg had a lovely moustache and beard.
"There we go. All finished." I put the cap back on the marker.
"Thanks a lot." He said and tried to wipe the black lines away. No use.
"Aw, don't wipe away my masterpiece." I whined. Greg rolled his eyes.
"Fine. But when Jay and Zack wake up tomorrow, I'm blaming you."
"But it was your idea."
But you drew on two people, I only drew on one. So, it's more your fault than mine." I crossed my arms.
"That's unfair!"
"Fine. I'll take the blame if... You let me do this."
"What?" Greg wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me. Wow, two kisses in one day. But who knows what Kayla and Ryan did upstairs, so maybe three. I was tempted to slap him, but I didn't because he liked me. I was giving him a treat by letting him kiss me. But seriously, who wouldn't want to kiss me. Well, maybe not Ryan, Jay or Zack, but others probably would cause I'm smokin. All these thoughts were running around my head, I didn't even realize the Greg was pulling away. I just stared at him. I did not expect that. His arms tightened around my waist and I put my hands on his chest. I smiled and pecked his lips. He led me back upstairs and into my bed.
"Goodnight." He whispered in my ear.
"Goodnight Greg."
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AUTHOR'S NOTE
I think that I deserve an award for writing the crappiest chapter in history.