"So son, a little birdy told me you're doing mushy things with Chloe here." Tan smiled at JerkAss before looking at us with an I know look.Did that little birdy happen to be Patrick?"Fatty just told you that, which is, by the way, the worst lie, earlier," JerkAss said before crossing his arms, I mean, his wings."Stop being rude son," Tan scolded, "Besides, you're one to talk." He smirked while pointing JerkAss's chicken suit.JerkAss glared at him.Causing me to laugh loudly,JerkAss glared at me.Causing for Tan to laugh loudly.Sigh. Like father like son.If JerkAss was a cartoon character, his head would literally pop.He grabs something from his chicken pockets, yes there was a hidden pocket in the suit.Then suddenly, I felt something vibrated in my jean pocket. Grabbing my phone, I frowned when I saw a text from the devil itself,"CconviNCceee mnhy daaasd tob lkjrseasve."I believe that means Convince my dad to leave.Wow, he's good in typing messages without looking at it pr
Darkness.Darkness covered my sight, with blue and yellow neon lights flashing around the stadium, yes, stadium.How did a stadium appear under a park? Don't ask me."...Where the hell are we?" I asked in awe.I think I know where the aliens put their captured humans. Or the other way around.Some are grinding to one another, some are making out, some are shouting and some are showing their bills, and the main event, 2 random huge giants are inside a covered ring or something.Like, a boxing ring,And those guys are bloody. Like, bloody bloody. - their looks exaggerate the phrase bloody hell since they're bloody, and the ring looks like hell.Now I know why there was blood in the elevator,We stopped walking, so I look at him when he answered, "Welcome to The Underground."How original."Really? No The death stadium or any scary name that gives you the creeps whenever you heard it?""Why? Isn't The underground scary enough?""It does..." I added, "A little bit."He smiled, "Well, they
Why did I agree to this?Langston AKA JerkAss, plus that giant AKA Sore Loser, over there is equal to Langston's death!Oh crap, what would I tell to his parents? That their stupid, idiot son challenged a man five times his size!?Oh shit!Right now, Langston AKA Langster - his pen name inside the stadium- is currently wearing shorts. Just shorts, which means he's showing his 6 pack.Damn!"Go Langster!" I heard some random people shouted, I guess they were a fan of him. Rumors around here said he quit this sport around a year ago. That's why he was the 'Guest' in their round."What the fuck is he doing?" I turn around and saw Red with a furious look, "Fuck! Tell me he doesn't have a death wish!"I gulped."What ya doing just standing there? Stop him!""Are you saying that Langston can't handle him?"Reed looked at me sternly, "I trust my buddy, but that shit over there's using steroids!"I gulped deeper.Shit."THE GAME WILL START IN 5, 4," The announcer announced while chewing his c
"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