>>I didn't fucking come here to make friends XD<< >>This will be mcupdated early cause I'm trash. I'm also mcsick. Continued from the chapter before last btw :P<<

Sam: *he groans a little as Casey drags him through the mall* *tries to say something but she manages to interrupt him every time*

Casey: Oo~! Look at this jacket- wait- ah, this bag is awesome! Oh my gooosshhh!! Sam can you-

Sam: *yells suddenly* CASEY. WOULD YOU SHUT UP AND LET ME SPEAK FOR ONE SECOND?! *ignores the stares from other people and pulls her to the side* Casey, look, let me explain something to you. I'm not interested. Seriously, it's been almost a year since we broke up, and I don't like you. Not in any way, shape, or form. You're annoying. I don't want anything to do with you. In fact, I have a boyfriend and he would really appreciate it if you-

Casey: Wait a minute, you're gay?! Seriously?! *scoffs* Ugh! God, why does everything have to go wrong for me? You're disgusting. *stomps away and into the crowds*

Sam: *sighs softly and looks down* *shakes his head a bit* *his eyes widen and he squeaks softly when someone spins him around, holding his waist, then calms a bit when he realizes it's Tim* Jesus, thanks for scaring the hell out of me! Where have you been? Tim, I-

Tim: *sighs and cuts him off* I've just been at a friends, but Kate told me you were here. Look, I saw what happened, and I'm sorry. About Casey, about... everything, I guess. *he chuckles nervously* This world sucks. But you're pretty neat. So do you just wanna have a good time here? Maybe we can just go for ice cream or something... *he blushes a bit*

Sam: D-Don't be sorry, I... *he smiles* Yes.. of course. Lets go get ice cream, 'ya doof. *chuckles and grins a little, pulling him off through the mall*

-Meanwhile, at de cabin-

Hate and I: *in her room, watching something intently on the computer*

Hate: Fucking, no. No. I refuse to believe that my boyfriend is better at makeup then I am. Fuck you. No. *shoves the computer at me and stands up*

*looks a bit dumbstruck* How is this possible..? I... Wha.. They're so much better at this then we are..

Hate: *stomps out of her room* NO. I FUCKING- NO. I REFUSE, DAMMIT. I REFUSE! *slams the door behind her*

*jumps a bit, then slowly looks back at the computer* *stares at it in a bit of awe* ..He doesn't even wear makeup..