You, Sean, Mark, and Barry all were sitting on the ground, playing Uno. Mark's knees were tucked up against his chest, his cards hidden in his lap.

'I don't blame him, having to sit next to Jack.'

The Irishman was hunched over, one hand holding his cards, the other blindly groping around in the snack bag.

"GUYS!" Lauryn bolted in from the bedroom, excited and panting "Everybody is.. Everybod.. Everybody's good on the house thing. Ethan is super excited and.. Hoomy I am out of shape.." She sat down and scooted over to you on her butt.

"What now? I didn't catch any of that shite." Sean commented, blindly pulling out a dog treat and popping it in his mouth. You stared at Sean for a second before turning your attention the the brown-haired girl.

"Ethan is a-okay with the house deal thingy. He seemed pretty excited too. Now Mark, you just need to call Tyler, hun." Lauryn exclaimed. Barry snorted and stood up.

"You're really eager to see Ethan, aren't you?" Barry questioned her, flatly.

"Well yeah! He's my lil' blueberry small!" The girl responded in a sing-songy voice. Barry crossed his arms and leaned against the wall.

"I can call Tyler in a second. I just need to kick Jack's jolly green ass a minute." Mark replied, making Sean snicker.

"Over my dead body, ya hobbit-lookin' *friend*." Jack retorted. Mark dramatically gasped and clutched his heart.

"Jack, I've been wounded.." Mark flopped over onto his back. You leaned over to look at your fiancé, who was sprawled out on the carpet. Mark's tongue was out and his eyes were shut.

"Hey~" Mark wheezed to you "(Y/n).. I think.." Mark fake coughed "I think I need CPR.." You shook your head and laughed when Mark puckered his lips, waiting for your alleged 'CPR' treatment.

You decided to play along, and scooted to where Mark laid. You put your ear to his chest.

"There's no heartbeat!" You yelped, jumping back. "I'll have to give the victim CPR!"

*WHAP*

Mark swore loudly and bolted upright, holding his nose. Sean kneeled above him, wielding a rolled up instruction booklet that had come with the card game.

"All better!" The Irishman commented, dropping the paper and laughing loudly.

Mark, who's nose was bleeding slightly, spat a few rude names at the green-haired man, who was still laughing.

Chica walked over, sniffing Mark's face in concern. She started licking his scruff and he spat when her tongue touched his lips.

"I'm not doing CPR on you now. Not with that dog breath!" You joked at your fiancé. Mark pouted.

"But-"

*WHAP*

Sean slapped him with the paper on the top of his head, slightly messing up Mark's curls.

"Now call your friend, ya piece of shite!" Sean giggled and handed Mark his phone to use.

Mark rolled his eyes and put his arm around Chica. Mark snatched the phone from Sean grumpily and typed in a number. Putting it up to his ear, he gave Sean the finger with his free hand.

"Hey, Tyler, it's Mark. How'd you like to come to LA?"

I'm alive! Yaay! Ya couldn't get rid of me. I apologize for my inactivity, I was stuck being a senior in high school at the end of the year. (RIP) But, I'm done with high school, and only have to worry about work this summer. (Meaning I can now write more than just essays. Hallelujah!)

I plan to update Game Over next, since I've started playing The Walking Dead: Road to Survival, and now I'm super into zombies again. (More than usual, I should say. I FRICKEN LOVE ZOMBIES!)

We'll see. No solid plans yet. (So much free time now! I CAN DO EVERYTHING!!) And for that reason, I will have to catch you next chapter. See ya! ~Lizard

P.S. The enemy of my enemy is my friend.