*quick A/N*

hey, it's glory (who else was it going to be) and I just want to say that if you are a person that has suggested a chapter idea to me, I haven't forgotten about you. I've been kinda busy because I have a life (no I don't) and I am definitely going to do your requests. I'll go into more detail at the end of the chapter.

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"Golf? You're going to yell at me for suggesting that we play tennis, and then you're going to take us golfing?"

"Do you have something against golf, Jordan?"

"No, but—Declan—golfing—"

"What did golfing ever do to you? Personally I think it's fun to hit something with a heavy club over and over again."

The two arguing voices were drowned out by a loud blast of car radio music that filled up the car. I covered my ears, as did the others.

"Jeez, Bennett, do you want us to go deaf?" Jordan hissed, his hands clamped over his ears.

"No. I want to go deaf, so I don't have to listen to you and your boyfriend argue anymore." He smirked.

"Boyfriend? What do you mean, boyfriend?" Declan and Jordan shouted at the same time.

Bennett, Jordan, Declan and I were all cruising in one of Bennett's many cars down the highway. Bennett drove, I was shotgun, and the two lovebirds were bickering in the backseat.

"Do I need to tell you what a boyfriend is, Jordan?" asked Bennett dryly.

"No! I'm not stupid! But he's not my boyfriend because I'm not gay!"

"Uh-huh," Bennet muttered. "Not fooling anyone, Jordan." I was pretty sure I was the only one that heard him, and so I kept my smile to myself.

"Yeah," Declan agreed. "We aren't gay, of course we're not."

"Of course," Bennett repeated, muttering to himself again. He reached over and finally turned the radio volume down.

We were driving out to a golf course, because Declan had decided that he wanted to play golf for some reason. Jordan had been teasing him the entire time, because apparently golf wasn't a "manly" sport.

"Why don't we play, like, football, or something, you know, manly?" Jordan asked. They were the only two playing, as I didn't want to humiliate myself and Bennett probably couldn't care less.

"Jordan, you have to be manly to play a manly sport. If we played a manly sport, you would miss out on all the fun." Declan grinned.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jordan yelled. "I'm very manly."

"Uh-huh," I muttered, finally joining in on the conversation. "Jordan, just face it, you're not gonna get out of playing golf."

"And you're not manly, either," Bennett added.

"Look who's talking, Bent," Jordan retorted, sticking out his tongue and slumping back into the backseat.

"Look who's paying for Declan to beat you at golf," Bennett shot back.

"Declan isn't going to beat me! I have mad golf skills."

Declan snorted. "If your 'mad golf skills' are anything like your tennis skills, I don't think I should be too worried."

"Hey! That was one time."

"Yeah, and that one time was bad enough by itself for fifteen other times."

"Was not!"

"Do you two ever shut up?" Bennett snapped. "I swear, you people make me insane. Hide the crazy, Jordan, hide the crazy."

"Aren't you going to yell at Declan, too?" Jordan whined.

"Declan didn't do anything wrong," he pointed out, never taking his eyes off of the road for a second.

Jordan was silent for the rest of the car ride.

By the time we got there, though, he had already cheered up, but Bennett's mood hadn't increased. He looked more tired than usual, which was unusual, because in between dealing with Jordan and... dealing with Jordan, he was always tired.

"Cheer up, Bent," Jordan chirped as we got out of the car. "You get to watch me beat Declan at golf! It's going to be fun!"

"Um, yeah right," Declan interrupted. "I'm going to kick your—"

"Guys," Bennett sighed. "Please, could you calm down. It would be nice." He cleared his throat and stalked into the main building, leaving us in the parking lot."

What's bothering him?

"Someone's friendly," Declan muttered, as we trudged over to the main building after him. By the time we got to it, Bennett was standing right inside the door, tapping his foot.

"Could you guys walk any slower?" he asked irritably, his icy eyes glittering.

"If that's what you want," Jordan replied, grinning as he slowed his pace to an agonizingly sluggish crawl.

"Jordan, stop joking around!" Bennett hissed, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and yanking him farther into the building. "Declan, Jordan, get get the stuff we rented and get out there."

"Chill, Bent, we're just playing around," Jordan muttered. Why was Bennett in such a bad mood?

Declan and Jordan went off to go and get their stuff and Bennett and I paid, collected the scorecards, and headed off to the course. The other two soon caught up with us—rented clubs, golf balls, and tees in hand.

As we walked, we got quite a few strange looks. Declan, the one who had suggested that they play golf, was the only one who looked like he actually belonged here. In between my jeans, Bennett's black hoodie, and Jordan's camo jacket, none of us fit in with the dress code.

And then there was the fact that the guys always got plenty of 'looks' anyways.

When we arrived at the first hole, there was a man in a uniform monitoring the course, and he stopped us with a stern look, aimed mainly at Jordan.

"Excuse me, I'm afraid I can't allow you to continue playing with this kind of attire, sir," he informed Jordan, eyeing his clothing up and down.

When Jordan said nothing, the man probed him more. "What's your name, and who's tab is this on?"

"It's on mine." Bennett stepped up, not even bothering to look interested in what was going on.

"And what would your name be?" asked the man, raising an eyebrow at Bennett's hoodie.

"My name is Bennett."

The man gave Bennett an irritated scowl. "Boy, you know I was referring to your last name—"

"My last name is Frazier." He looked up at the man. "Happy?"

The man made a face, but it wasn't a happy one, that was for sure. After giving Bennett a couple of blinks, he closed his mouth and hastily walked off.

Bennett sighed. "I hate doing that."

Declan stepped up to the teeing ground and easily took his first shot, driving the ball far into the distance with a loud crack. As expected, the rest of his turn went painlessly, and he easily scored a birdie.

Declan, grinning, came to stand beside us again. "Jordan, now it's your turn." He grinned.

Jordan stepped up to the teeing ground and we all scrunched our eyes shut, scared of being whacked in the face with a flyaway golf club. There was a swoosh, and we opened our eyes.

Jordan was looking out into the distance, squinting. "Where'd it go? I guess I hit it really far, because I can't see where it went!"

"Jordan," Declan said. "Look down."

Jordan looked down, and the golf ball was still sitting there on the tee. He'd missed the golf ball.

Jordan went red with embarrassment, Declan started laughing hysterically, and Bennett just sighed into my shoulder, sounding tired.

"Oh, Naomi, it's going to be a long day, isn't it?"

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Okay, first of all, I need to say that I'm sorry I haven't updated in forever and I said I was going to update a looooong time ago. So.

I'm sorry.

Anyways, onto the requests—I haven't forgotten about anyone. I promise. I have a plan. Here's my list right now.

• Paris3479's request [next part]
• The_Dam_Snackbar's request
• Paris3479's other request

So. I haven't forgotten. I promise I'll try to update more. Now, two more things.

1] what do you think about Jeclan? Should I incorporate it into this story?

2] The_Dam_Snackbar_ i really like your name! lol

peace out cacti

~glorytsunami