-Warning: Pretty long chapter. Some cursing.-
Hope you like it!

OfficialBookOwl Well, first of all I want everyone to have a gigantic water ballon fight. Second of all, everyone gets icecream, but T.J. And Magnus...get some time to sort stuff out...heheh

      "Chase, stop pretending that you haven't been hit," Mallory complained, her hand placed on her hip.
She rolled her eyes as Magnus kept half heartedly jogging away from her.

     "Running away won't solve anything—hey!" In the midst of the commotion, Halfborn managed to get hit Mallory square in the chest with a water balloon.

     "What the...Halfborn! You idiot, oh, you're asking for it." Mallory sprinted after the him, in full enraged-Irish-warrior mode.

      "This is why I hate socializing." Magnus muttered, as he pulled his soaked shirt off, then started to wring it. He made his way to the benches, where an ice-cooler rested on top—in all it's cold glory.

     Someone playfully slapped his bare forearm, and sent a shiver through his spine.

     "Hey, everyone's happy right now, that's all that really matters. Right?" TJ flashes his trademark grin at him. TJ was surprisingly chill after the 'incident' as they called it—to the relief of Magnus. Not that his feelings had worn down any more because of that. Not that he had any feelings for him anyways. Nope, none, nada.

      "Heh, yeah, I guess," Magnus chuckled lightly. He heard someone calling his name, and turned around to find Sam waving an ice cream bar in front of him.

       "Catch!" Sam threw the bar to him, and smiled. She ambled towards him, with an ease Magnus usually didn't see often. "It's nice isn't it?" She asked.

    "Huh?"

     "No monsters to battle, souls to reap, no school to worry about."

    Magnus smiled. "Yeah. I guess it is."

GingerTheTiger : Sam shall kick a soccer ball at Magnus... I dont even know...

"You're supposed to kick the soccer ball, Blondie, not let it hit you in the stomach." Sam groaned; getting Magnus to learn how to play soccer was going to be one Hel of a task.

"Oh? Maybe it would help if I was actually looking," Magnus shot back, holding his stomach in pain, "Also, don't call me Blondie."

tuttypatuty : They shall play a wonderous game called Undertale.

Magnus: What's Undertale?

Samirah: Some kind of video game, I think.

Magnus: Right up my alley. Let's check it out.

Magnus: Monsters and humans, huh. A lot of these have dystopian themes, don't they?

Samirah: We haven't started the game Magnus. I wouldn't know, and you wouldn't know. Now shut it and play.

Magnus: The flower dude seems nice.

*two minutes later*

Magnus: Well shit, he wants us to die, doesn't he?

Samirah: Hopefully this next person is..okay.

Magnus: Answer this Sam. Are any of us truly okay? Personally, I think all of us are pretty messed up.

tuttypatuty : And Magnus and TJ shall become WHAT EVERYONE WANTS THEM TO I MEAN COME ON WHO DOESNT WANT THEM TO BE UNITATOES (and boyfriends that too)

Magnus took a deep breath, and tugged at his hair one last time before knocking on the door. After a few moments, TJ answered the door with a grin.

"Magnus, hey, what's up?" TJ nodded in acknowledge to him. "Come on in."

Magnus strolled into the large room, much like his own, and noticed a large picture of a woman and a man on a decorated stand. After coming to this room multiple times, Magnus thought he knew it pretty well—but now it looked like it had been squished into a jar and shaken up. Everything about it was different.

"I guess you noticed the renovation, eh?" TJ said with a wistful smile. "I rearranged a few things."

"A few?" Magnus took back the words as soon as he said them, "Not that it's a bad thing, but it's changed a lot since the last time I've been here."

"Well, you haven't been here in a few weeks, so that's probably your answer," TJ teased, as he strolled across his room. "I added a few pictures I found in my childhood house—back when I was living,"

Magnus turned to look at him. "You left by yourself?" He asked, concern dripping in his voice.

"Yeah," TJ answered "It's not a big deal. We all have to sneak out of this place sometimes—just don't tell Odin."

"I never pegged you for the sneaking out or breaking the rules type, y'know?"

"Oh?" TJ smirked.

"Okay, maybe not." Magnus admitted.

"Anyways, what's on your mind? Any particular reason you came?" TJ asked nonchalantly.

Magnus felt anxiety rush over him, but he went for it anyways. "Yeah, actually. Um, I was wondering if you wanted to grab some falafel or something later."

Crap, was that too cheesy? Of course it was too cheesy. No one asks someone out for falafel, dumbass, Magnus reprimanded himself.

TJ held back a laugh, and looked at Magnus square on the eye. "Are you asking me out on a date, Chase?"

Magnus flushed. TJ laughed. That's the beginning stage of rejection, right? Damn. He should've watched more of those shitty soap operas from when he was on the streets. But blame him, that episode of Doctor Who was amazing.

"Uh, yes?" Magnus stammered, bracing himself.

"Well, then, sure," TJ smiled sincerely.

"What?"

"I said sure, you dork. I'd love to go out on a date with you." TJ repeated, amusement clearly shown on his face.

That wasn't too bad, Magnus thought with a laugh.

NicoTheShipper : MAGNUS MAKES A COMMERCIAL FOR THE SHAMPOO HE USES BECAUSE WE ALL MUST KNOW THE SECRETS TO HIS GORGEOUS HAIR

Magnus: Uh, I don't really shampoo that much.

Audience: wHAT THE—

Magnus: I was homeless for two years. Do you think homeless people spend time searching for shampoo rather than trying to survive?

Magnus: But, in Valhalla, after I get killed—which happens a lot, I use Pantene. It works, I guess.

Director: Cut! That was terrible, Kurt Cobain. Get it together.

Magnus: fOR THE MILLIONTH TIME–i'M NOT kURT cOBAIN.

NicoTheShipper Also Blitz needs to wear Magnus's clothing style for a day, while Magnus wears Blitz's.

Magnus: *looks at Blitz*

Blitzen: *looks at Magnus*

Both: wHAT?

Samirah: You have to do it guys, the rules are the rules.

Blitzen: *sputters* I would have to be put out my misery before I wear /that/! *looks at Magnus* No offense, kid.

Magnus: *rolls eyes* All taken.

Blitzen: I guess I can make it work if I add a few things...and on the bright side, I can make Magnus wear something nice!

Magnus: *eyes widen* Blitz, my buddy, you're awesome and all—but just give me a pair of your plainest jeans and a shir—

Blitzen: No but's! Wait one second, while I get clothes that'll fit you.

Magnus: *groans* I'll get mine.

--a few minutes later-- (yes, the spongebob voice, it's always that voice)

Magnus: Okay, I have a sorta looking black v-neck thing. And I'm, /really/ not sure where that came from.

Samirah: *facepalms* Of course you don't.

Magnus: Uh, I have a denim jacket.

Magnus: And some jeans.

Blitzen: Oh, oh gods, that's terrifying. I mean, uh, thank you Magnus.

Magnus: Okay, sure, I got it Blitz.

Blitzen: Okay! My turn! I have a nice crimson blazer and a simple pair of dress pants. It shouldn't be too bad.

Magnus: Hopefully not.

*eight minutes later* (yes, death the kid is the mystery spongebob narrator *mindblown*)

Magnus: *ties hair into a ponytail*

Samirah: Hm..you don't look bad, actually. You're kind of going for that 'hey, I'm the devil' look, aren't you?

Magnus: Thanks Sam. I appreciate it. So much.

Samirah: As for you Blitzen—wow. You like great, how'd you make Magnus's terrible clothing decisions work?

Magnus: You're killing me, Sam.

Samirah: Good thing you're dead, then.

Magnus: *cough* Salty. *cough*

Blitzen: *grins* Well, I guess we can confirm the winner of this round.

A/N: Thank you guys /so/ much for reading this far! I hoped you liked this periodic dose of trainwreck.

(Side note: DALEK-SEC I didn't want to post this late, but if you want me to, I can add you request once you send me the link. Thank you!)