Chapter 1:

Mike’s POV:

“OMG, he’s so cute.” I said.

“What?” Aimee yelled!

“He’s so cute” I repeated

Did I just say that out loud? Whoops. Better be careful next time.

“Eww. You think that Gunnar is cute, Mike?” Cailyn exclaimed.

“Uh…what?...no I don’t…I…uh…was…umm…talking about that cute little boy over there…uhh…he was making a really cute face.”

Great they are going to find out now.

“Uhh. There’s no boy over there..” Aimee snickered

“Yea ok. But there was one. I swear I saw one.”

“Okay. Whatever you say. But you know that you sounded just like a girl then, right?” Aimee said flippantly

“No. I so didn’t.”

“Whatever.” Cailyn said.

Man that was close. Uh-oh. Someone almost found out. I should watch what I say then. AHHH. No one can find out. Find out what? That I’m gay? No. I’m not gay. Or am I? Ok. I am.

“Guys, let’s go get some food and eat now!” Aimee exclaimed.

“No way. I’m not hungry.” I replied smirking. I knew that I was hungry. Heck, I didn’t even eat breakfast this morning. I just wanted to give Aimee a hard time. I love to do that.

“Come on Mike, I know you want to eat. I can pratically hear your stomach rumbling. I know that you want to go and eat now.”

“No I’m not hungry.” I lied.

“Who else is hungry?” Maddie asked.

“Umm…I could eat,” replied Jazz.

“Me too,” Callie said.

“Ok. Let’s be rational here guys. I mean this is like a major decision guys.” Lacie said jokingly.

“Haha. Listen to Lacie you guys. She’s totally got a point.” Aimee agreed.

“Oh shut up, Aimee, you just want to eat so you are just siding with Lacie to get your food.” I retorted.

“Excuse me. I am so not doing that. I really think that it’s a good idea. Can’t you accept that? I mean for once someone has a better idea than you.” Aimee retorted with sarcasm reeking from her.

“Ok. All in favor of going to eat right now raise your hand.”

As I looked around, I realized that I was going to be way outnumbered. Everyone wanted to eat but me. Well actually everyone wanted to eat including me; but I was the only one who wouldn’t admit it. I could see Aimee smirking at me out of the corner of my eye. I just turned at stuck my tongue out at her. Ha.

“Ok. Fine, we can go eat.”

“Yes. I knew that we would get to eat. I’m so hungry guys.”

“We know.”

“Aimee, you eat so much. And way too much.”

“Thanks.”

“And you aren’t even fat. If I ate as much as you, I would be huge.”

“Haha. I guess that I have a fast metabolism.”

“Aimee, you don’t. You just go to the gym and work out.”

“Shh. No one was supposed to know my secret…just kidding guys.”

Aimee eats so much. I don’t know how she does it. Maybe she doesn’t eat that much, but she sure does eat. Not many girls or people eat as much as she does. She’s not even fat. I don’t really get it.

“Mexican day!” Aimee yelled.

Oh great. Here we go again. Maddie is like my best friend. She is a couple of years younger than me. People always ask if she’s my girlfriend. She’s not. Let me clear the air on that. People don’t believe us. It’s really funny. I always get teased about being gay. They treat me like I’m a fake gay. They pretend that I’m gay. It’s funny and ironic at the same time because I really am actually gay. It’s called dramatic irony. I just learned that in school the other day. Hi my name is Mike and I’m gay. Haha.

Cailyn’s POV:

Lunch is always a highlight of going to church. Well, I do enjoy learning about God, but I mean come on. It’s church. Lunch is where we all hang out and socialize. We are a pretty close group. We are all like best friends. It’s pretty cool. It’s kind of odd. The girls pretty much out number the guys. 9 to 3. But, there is a bunch…well a few other guys at church around our ages that we hang out with. Not many. We just aren’t as close to them as the rest. I’ve been saying we, huh. I didn’t mean that. Every time I said we, it probably should be an I instead. Anyways, we were all hanging out at church talking and making fun of each other. I couldn’t help but look over at Gunnar. He’s just so cute. And we have so much in common. We’re like perfect for each other. I wonder if he likes me. I hope he does.

“Hey Guys, lets go see a movie.” Jazz said

“Ok. What do u want to go see?” Peyton replied

“Let’s go see Nanny Diaries.” Sam said

“What!? No way.” Gunnar exclaimed

“I’m so not seeing that.” Mike said like a girl.

‘Yea. We should. That’d be fun.” Lacey said.

“Fine.” Gunnar agreed.

“Ok. Ok. Fine. But next time we’ll go see something more masculine.” Mike reluctantly said

“Deal.” Jazz agreed.

“Who wants to ride with me?” Aimee yelled.

No one in their right mind would want to ride with Aimee. She’s the craziest driver ever. I don’t know how that’s possible to not get a ticket and go as fast as she does. But it is somehow with her. Actually I take the statement about “no one in their right mind would want to ride with Aimee” because only brave people or people who like an adventure ride with Aimee. Did I mention that she likes to crank the radio up, roll the windows down, and sing on the top of her lungs? She does.

“NOT ME!!” Everyone else shouted.

“You drive like a maniac,” Bella said.

“Ya, I know I do. And I haven’t even gotten ticket yet!” Aimee replied.

“That’s a miracle.” Caleb mumbled under his breath.

“I would think that by now, you would have a billion tickets and be broke.” Mike said.

“Well, you’re wrong. And I don’t think that I’ll ever get one too.” Aimee said defiantly.

“The day that you get a ticket, I will laugh.” Gunnar said.

“Thanks, so anyone want to come with me? I’m going to sing. I would dance if I could, but the seatbelts in the way.” Aimee asked again.

Everyone shook the heads no.

“Fine. In that case, I’ll just sing to myself out loud, with the windows rolled down, and my arms flailing. No problem.”

“No, I’ll go with you,” said Sam.

“Yes!! We are gonna have so much fun.”

“On second thought, maybe I don’t want to know,” stated Sam

“Oh yes you do.”

“Fine. Who else wants to ride with me and Aimee?” asked Sam.

Everyone at this point was gone. They didn’t want be around to be available to ride with Allie. They all liked their lives just the way they were. I don’t even need to be around to know that everyone scattered. It was Sam and Aimee in Aimee’s car. Mike, Gunnar, and Caleb went in Mike’s car. Of course Mike was driving. That is also scary. But, not as scary as Aimee. The rest of us went in the last car which happened to be Lacie’s. Lacie is someone who you can trust to drive you places. So it was Jazz, Callie, Bella, Lacie, Peyton, and of course me. It would have been more economically considerate if we took 2 cars instead of 3. Aimee and Sam could’ve just ridden with someone else. Oh well. The earth will life on fine. No big deal.

“Well, in that case Sam, it looks like it’s just you and me!!”

“Lovely.”

“I know. I love it when you are sarcastic.”

“You are the dumbest person I know; but I must say you are hilarious.”

“Thank you…to both.”

Aimee’s POV:

When Sam and I arrived at the theater, everyone was already there. They were very nice and bought tickets for me and Sam. They movie wasn’t for another hour, so we all decided to hang out and walk around mall. Vallco of course. We had to go to the newest theater. The best and cleanest theater is always necessary when you hang out with me. I always hate going to those icky theaters. They are so gross. You have sticky drink and popcorn mess on the floor. And the seats have sticky soda mess on them. And then there’s gum underneath the chairs that you aren’t expecting when you stick your hand underneath the seat accidentally of course. Eeeeks. Oh great. I see Victoria Secret. That’s where we are going next.

“Let’s go to Victoria Secret!!” exclaimed Jazz.

“Yea. Good idea,” agreed Sam and Callie.

I so called that. Too bad I didn’t bet on it. I so would of won that bet.

“No!! That’s for girls. I’m a guy and I don’t go in there. No buts. I’m not going,” protested Gunnar.

“I have to agree with Gunnar on this one,” said Caleb.

“Guys, it’s not that bad,” said Mike.

“How would you know?” questioned Caleb.

“Ya. Have you been in there before?” taunted Gunnar.

Man, Mike really turned red. It was funny. We all knew what that meant. He had been into VS before. Hahaha.

“You know what guys. Let’s not go. I really don’t wanna go.” I stated.

Victoria Secret is totally not my store. I don’t go into there unless I’m forced to. And most of the time, when I shop with the girls, we end up going to Victoria Secret. They always make me. This time I’m so not going to go into that store. I’ll just hang with they guys. It’s great. I’m like always clued in to what’s happening. Everyone seems to talk to me. It’s like I’m inviting them to talk to me, but I’m not inviting them. Oh well. I’m just clued in 24/7.

“You always side with the guys Aimee. Can’t you be on our side for once?” Peyton whined.

Does it even matter? Why does even get on my case about hanging with the guys? I do it all the time. It’s a chance for me to talk about things that I wouldn’t talk to the girls about. And I get to find out who the guys like.

“You guys know that I don’t do that stuff. So why do you even bother to ask?” I said.

“Cuz you really should be interested in that stuff cuz I mean, hello, you are a girl. Aren’t u?”

“Of course I’m a girl. Don’t I look like one? Fine. We can go to VS. But I’m not touching anything. I’m just gonna stand there in the corner with the guys.” I reluctantly agreed.

“Fine. At least you are going in to VS. That’s a step in the right direction,” agreed Lacie.

Does anyone know how much I hate Victoria Secret? I despise that store. The only thing from there that I like or will even look at are the PINK sweatpants. I love those. Everything else there really isn’t my thing or my style. Did I mention that we are in the middle of summer? It’s hot. Really hot. Oh wow. Sorry, that was random. Anyways, back to my complaining about Victoria Secret and how much I hate it. What’s the point of like wearing some skimpy underwear to like school or church or even just at home. It’s not like you’re doing anything. And you are like hardly wearing stuff in the like the middle of winter. Aren’t you like going to be cold or something? Just a little bit cold I’m sure. And aren’t they not even comfy at all? I would imagine that they are. I mean look at them. Ok some bras might not be, but the thongs just have to be. I’m all about being comfy, man.

“Ok. So all that I have to do is walk into the entrance of the store and stand in the corner?”

“Yep. That’s all.”

“And you aren’t going to make me do anything else? Like go tell you what looks better?”

“Yes we’re sure.”

“Fine. But I’m not trying anything on or doing something similar.”

“Ok. Deal. You and the guys stand in that corner over there and the rest of us girls will go hang out inside the store trying things on and shopping.”

“Fine.”

“That ok with you boys?”

“Sure.”

“Fine.”

“No. I want to come with you guys.”

“No. You can’t. It’s a girl store.”

“Whatever. Does it even matter?”

“Good. Now we are going to shop away”

“Oh great. This is going to me awhile.”