"That.Was.Awesome!" I shouted for the 50th time. Okay, maybe not the 50th, but it has to be somewhere in the line of 40's.I'm not lying, the scene that happened a few moments ago scared the life out of me, but honestly though, that was awesome! Right now, we're outside the Underground, well, above the Underground, and is walking somewhere in the parking lot."Stop it, you're embarrassing me," Langston muttered. I didn't stop though because he was hiding his smile by looking anywhere but me.Adorable. I swear, adorable!"Embarrassing you? Are you sure? I mean," I stopped then look at him, "I'm like the most awesomeness person in here." I snorted, "Are you sure you're not feeling honored? I mean, I'm actually with you." I emphasized every word that I've said.He scoffed, "Yeah right if anyone here should be honored, it would be you because you are with me-"He was suddenly cut off -in a very rude manner, by the way- by an egoistic manly shout, "THERE HE IS!"I turned around and gasped
I've always thought that running away with a boy who wears a chicken suit daily is stupid.Okay, I actually never thought about it before because it seems impossible. I mean, Archie would never wear a chicken suit, my other friends are too snobby to actually wear one, and the only person I know wearing it is my enemy.So, really, the idea of running away with Langston is impossible.But I guess nothing's impossible.My blonde hair covered my sight as we ran for our lives. I feel each drop of sweat that runs down on my forehead and it is the most absolute uncomfortable thing ever. I looked at Langston to see him having his game face on. He's really focused on running right now.While I look like a fat man who just barely finished a marathon, Langston here looks like a damn model attending his own photoshoot.Lucky guy."Where," I panted. "Are," Pant. "We," Pant. "Go-" Pant, "-ing?" Running, or any form of exercise really has never been my forte. I really don't run that often. If I will
"What is that?" I asked out loud as I point a finger above us to connect imaginary lines, star by star.He remains silent.Wow, he could've grunted if he didn't want to talk to me.I turn my head to the right and immediately, my tiny frown was replaced with a little smile when I knew the reason why Langston didn't answer me.Reed Edward freaking Langston is actually sleeping beside me.His hair is scattered fluffily around his head, his eyebrows twitched for a second before returning to its relaxed form, and his mouth was slightly ajar.Aww, he looks adorable!I need to capture this moment, like seriously. But before that...I grabbed my sharpie in my left pocket, silently thanking my lazy lab partner for forcing me to bring the sharpie home. I took the cap off and felt an evil smirk crawl to my face. I drew a fake mustache, and started thickening it, and put a huge, gigantic mole right under his right eye.Perfect.Now, I really do need to capture this moment.Firstly, I can use this
"Please tell me you brought a mask... Or anything that can cover my face." I gave Langston my puppy look face, "This is the most embarrassing thing I've ever done!"Langston hissed at me, "You're not the one wearing the chicken suit here. Besides," He coughed, "Patrick said I'll get a promotion after doing this.""Really? Showing up outside the Big Apple with a chicken suit is worth the promotion? Are you kidding me?" I mean, we flew all the way from our home, Denovan, to this crowded and noisy city. New York.He just shrugged.I gave him a glare."What is the promotion, anyway?" I asked him while fluffing his wings gently.He looked at me sheepishly, "Well..."----3 days later---"So, how does being a messenger feels like?" I asked Langston with a teasing smile, which by the way annoys the hell out of him.Yes, the trip to New York a few days ago was for a promotion to become a messenger. I personally have no idea what chicken wings have to do with mails, but whatever. Besides, it's
Is that suit really that heavy?It does look heavy.Scientifically and logically, it is heavy.Imagine wearing a big, huge, and large yellow fluffy suit, and walking through a swamp.With muds and other stuff.I remembered not so long ago that we were both running away from an old lady while he was wearing a chicken suit. I can also remember running away from a group of deadly gangsters with Langston while wearing a chicken suit. So, let's just say that I've been running around lately with Langston wearing a chicken suit, and out of all the times, he finally looks tired right now. Exhausted.Can't blame him. This is what happens when a person walks across a town's swamp while wearing a damp, heavy, fluffy, chicken suit really is a hassle.I also can't believe that I'm going to do this, but I really do feel sorry for him. "Let me carry that," I told him before grabbing the box and immediately held it tighter than usual. Langston was right, are there rocks in here!?He chuckles, "Seriou
It's dark.It's finally dark.And yet, we're not even near to anywhere!"Langston, are you sure we didn't just pass by here? Because I am sure we've passed by here already," I told him, while gripping his phone tighter, which is also used for our source of light."How sure are you that we've already passed this path anyways?""There's a tree!" I point the light to the familiar-looking tree."Chloe, we're in a swamp... Obviously, there are trees everywhere!"I shut my mouth."Besides, it's logically impossible for us to pass by our route from earlier since you know, we've been walking in one straight direction.""ONE DIRECTION!" I yelled."Uhh Chloe?""It's a rule, in my class' fandom. Every time you'll hear the word direction you have to yell One Direction. I'm a Directioner." I explained to him. You see, I am a certified Directioner. My love for One Direction is bigger than my love for Ice Creams, and trust me, that says a lot.He rolled his eyes, "Girls and boy bands. I'll never und
"So you're saying that you're still going to go here, but you sent a box full of rocks, through a couple, just because your car is full?" Langston asked, holding in his rage.The old woman, who I learned was Linda, nodded. She hugged her husband at the side and grinned at us, "Yes. It wasn't much trouble, right?"No, no it wasn't! You knew we were just walking and you sent a box full of rocks to the eastern part of the town! Yes, yes we're fine. I pursed my lips, "You gave us a time limit. Which is midnight. Who are you? Fairy-God Mother?" I asked her nicely. Well, inside I'm crashing the world already, but I should still show respect to the old lady.We're inside their house right now, which shouts Old People Lives Here but it's sweet. She told us that it's their 30th anniversary tomorrowWow, she's old... Probably at her 50's.She smiled at me, "You see, I'm fixing my garden here, and I really do need those rocks.""Why were you in Denovan, anyways?" Langston asked,The old man -Ca
"Can you please leave? PDA is really unnecessary."We were startled by the annoyed sounding driver of the bus, which made us jump apart.Gosh, I can feel the warmth crawling in my cheeks!Literally.Langston coughed awkwardly before locking his hands with mine and pulled us out of the bus.We're standing outside the bus stop for minutes, but it felt like hours and watched the bus leave us.Alone.In the dark.Holding hands. Well, considering that he's still in his chicken suit, then we're holding our hands ish.After kissing for the first time.I never thought kissing someone was so good.Like what I said, he stole my first kiss.Ah shit.Ah crap, I cursed!Pinching my self, Langston was shocked and asked, "Are you finally going mental?"Giving him a smug look, I answered, "No idiot, I was pinching my self.""Which by the way, is my point.""I was pinching my self because I was cursing,""But I didn't hear anything,""In my mind, dummy."His eyes widened, before looking at me sheepish