YOU USED TO DRESS PUNK AND HAVE A TEST TUBE FETISH BUT NOW I'LL CRY AND EAT RICE WITH MY WEENY ON THE INTERNET FEATURING PRANIEL

When they arrived at the airport, Pete wanted to make a call to his band member Patrick, in the US. "I think they'll be worried about me," he said through sobs.

Jenary returned with a phone card momentarily.
"Here, eat your shit," she said angrily throwing it at his head. Pete began sobbing again. This annoyed Naomi. He had just kept going and going and going...on and on and on. She could feel something getting pooped out of the confines in the back of her head. It was the word 'sympathy'. Sympathy. SYMPATHY. Oh, screw you.

"Could you freakin stop that!"

"Yeah i'm getting a freakin' migrane..." said Daniel sounding dazed.

"Yeah! Take it like a man - rub some dirt in it," Tiffany nodded. Pete stopped crying for the sake of not getting bashed.

"Well this is turning out ot be a really strange day," Sam sighed.

"Tell me about," mumured Chrischie.

Everyone jumped at the sound of his voice and turned to look at him. "Whoa! I never knew you were here!"

Chrischie death stared them all.

"But you're the nciest boii evarrr!" Naomi exclaimed.

"Hey! I know you guys!"

The group of friends plus lovers: Pete and Chrischie, turned and came
face to face with COREY?

"ERR MY GOD COREY?!" Daniel squealed. Corey smiled. Tiffany and Naomi shuddered.

"What the heck are you even doing here?!"

"Oh, it's the BMTH gig tonight and me and my friend got a day off so we thought we might try to meet the band..."

Another familiar face walked towards them. It was Oli Wannabe.

"Hey baby gurrl! I never knew you was friendz with COREY?!"
Oli looked at Jenary strangely and didn't reply. Naomi was shaking her head.

"What the heck is the world even coming to?!"

Before anyone could say or do anything else, Pete came back with a shocked, devastated look on his face. "I don't exist anymore!" he cried and began to sob violently. "WTF is he doing here?" asked Oli.

Everyone shrugged.

"What the heck are you even talking about?!"

Pete stared at Sam crazily and grabbed her by the shoulders. "Last night i was having deja vu! Like i had done everything i did, was doing and was about to do the other night!"

Daniel stared at him as if he would just get to the point. "So...?"

"Hey! I had deja vu too!" Corey exclaimed enthusiastically. "I was doing this hot little kid named Nelson but i know i already did him the other night because i still had the sheets and anyway then-" he stopped abruptly at the shocked faces fixated on him.

"You did NELSON?" Tiffany was very, very, very wide-eyed.

"DUDE. That is is like zero to the point of cool. AKA disgusting," Jenary pointed out making choking noises.

"Ye-i mean-i-noo....."

EVERYONE laughed. Even the passers by who got stared at weirdly.

Daniel grinned creepily and shook his head slowly staring at COREY? "Of all the freakin' people!!"

EVERYONE laughed again.

"But i had deja vu too!" Naomi said, remembering.

"Yeah so did i...did we all?" asked Jenary.

Everyone nodded. Even the passers by who got stared at weirdly.
Pete continued. "OKAY! You know how peopel say you have a pre-determined path once you've like...done something? And deja vu is liek going bac kto past and reliving it and if you don't do the same thing your life is in total chaos? And you ruin the space-time continuum or whatever bullshit? WELL I NEEDED TO PEE! AND I CHOSE NOT TO EVEN THOUGH THAT WAS WHAT I WAS SUPPOSED TO DO!!" he freaked out.

"Wow, how dramtic."

"That's not all. I talked to MYSELF just then on the phone. And i knew it was me because you always knwo if it's you if your talking to yourself on the fucking phone! And it's because i broke my whole path thing and now i'm detached from my life like a lost soul and i'm stuck in this-this-THIS.....FREAKSHOW!"

"But thennn, if YOU broke your whateverthingy path thing and didn't live like you were meant to...that means...we're all...because you interacted with us..." Sam trailed off.

Naomi glared at Pete but patted him on the back lightly and and said in a very calm voice, "i've never wanted to kill you more."

"Call your friends! Call your parents! Call everyone! You've detached from your true bodies! You're-"

"WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LET ME SING?!" Jenary yelled. Everyone stared at her. "Oh, i mean, would you shut the hell up already...?!"

A security guard came over. "I'm going to have to ask the group of you to leave the aiport, please."

"GLADLY!" Daniel spat.

But Naomi was not finished. She started slow clapping and nobody followed. "Thank you Mr Wentz. Thank you very much. Do you know what you've done exactly? REEEAALLY? It would have been nice for you to tell me that you'd peed your pants IN MY BED. Thank you for taking up our time, practically ruining our lives and now we're stuck here with some pussy 13 year old chick in a 28 year old mans body who i desperately want to kill, his biggest un-nicest lover evarrrrr, a gay sign-stealing-fun-ruining-question-mark-name-ending-pedo and his friend who wants to be a nine year old boy with tattoos, peircings and long floppy aZn hair who literally screams liek a girl. I must say however, there is nothing wrong with girl screamers, just dudes who act all macho and think their Mr big-stuff and then when they scream they sound like total girls."

"That'll be it, ma'am!" a house-sized security guard shouted. He grabbed hodl of Chrischie, Pete, Naomi and Oli Wannabe in one go.

"Uhhhhhhcckk...you're.....cho....king....me...." gasped Oli who cat-
scratched the security guard's arm.

Jenary who witnessed this commented, "you wanna be a nine year old boy? You're almost there, buddy."

Another security guard who was unbelievably bigger than the last one grabbed the reamaining five and dragged them out of the airport.

"I....wantccck....myy....old....lifecck....bacccckk!" gasped Pete trying not to get strangked to death.

"It's too late," Sam told him, bored.

Everyone looked at Pete and snarled.






to be cotinued.