There are two parts to this chapter because it's supa long (almost 3000 words for this part alone o_o), so take it as a gift from me to say sorry for taking forever :)
Also, if you want songs to listen to while reading this chapter, comment or PM me and I'll list a few!
Sunday 10th September, 11:19am

"Phil? Can you come here for a second?" Father called, I wandered into the kitchen to see Jessica in her supersuit, but wearing her leather jacket over the top.

"What is it dad?"

"You haven't got anything planned, have you? Because those are gonna have to be cancelled." He looked at Jessica, "The Howell brothers are going to be back at it again later today, according to my devices. So you and Jessica are going to resolve this conflict once it's started and bring me back something to analyse of theirs."

"But why me? I'd much rather be sitting at home browsing through Asos." Jessica groaned,

"And I'd rather be looking after my sims." I spoke up, there are two kinds of people.

"Well, Jessica has to develop on her skills which are lacking because she isn't paying attention, and Phil is a perfect roll model, seeing as he is better than all three of the girls put together." Jessica looked gobsmacked, but I just shrugged.

"Okie dokie, I'll go get my supersuit on." I smiled, going back upstairs.

Ping!, my phone sung. I took it out of my back pocket to check out the latest notification, wondering what it could be in my head.

Twitter: @pepememe: #RIPDatBoi your reign is over, I will forever miss you my son

Tumblr: aestheticbutter posted a text post: #RIPDatBoi and ways to remember him

YouTube: WeThreeMemes uploaded a video!: WE MISS YOU DAT BOI <3

All those were wrong.

When I unlocked my phone, my heart started to race, my blood pumping around my body faster than ever. I began to break out in small sweats, scared and shocked about my situation. I was going to have to lie. [(Josh) DUN DUN DAAAA]

FishFood69: hey, you still down for today? Which is Sunday? (Lol just incase you forgot the date we all have these days Phil you know so)

Some may say I over exaggerate when it comes down to lying, but I am the most terrible when it comes down to lying, and Chris isn't the most gullible of people either.

"Dad!" I shouted down the stairs, hearing a muffled 'what?' in reply. "They haven't started yet, and I have plans that I can get out of easily, so can I still go?"

"Mkay," he replied, leaving me grinning as I typed a reply.

KindaAmazingPhil: yeah sure! Just getting ready :)

FishFood69: cool ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

KindaAmazingPhil: why the lenny face?

FishFood69: because why not? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
FishFood69: I am the dank memer, and I have all the memes
FishFood69: [4 images attached]

KindaAmazingPhil: can I have some dank memes?

FishFood69: no.

I laughed as I entered my room, throwing my phone onto the bed gently and kneeling on the cream carpet and feeling for the rough edge. Once I found the anomaly, I lifted up the square of carpet to reveal my red and navy blue supersuit, baby blue mask and gloves, and long, red boots that - for some reason - reach up to my knees. From my wardrobe, I picked out a blue marvel t-shirt, black jeans and my space coat, laying them all out on the bed. I figured I'd take a backpack; store the boots, mask and gloves in there; and then take them when I need to change.

The suit was difficult to put on, the material stopping and crinkling at random places on my legs and arms. I don't know why I can't fight in my jeans and t-shirt, or maybe even a onesie would be better than the material in this suit that's more clingy than a yandere girl with her senpai. It somehow stayed in place and was hidden perfectly once I was dressed in my normal clothes.

I looked myself in the mirror, smiling as I slung the backpack over my shoulder. This is the first mission you've had for a while, I thought to myself, don't mess this up, Blue.

FishFood69: you left the house yet?

I grabbed my house keys from my bedside table, running down the creaky stairs and pressing down the handle. Feeling the wallet in my back pocket, I felt a sigh of relief as I got to the bus stop. The orange bus pulled up at the stop, I coughed at the dark, thick smoke puffing out from the engine pipe. The automatic doors slowly opened, allowing me to enter. The bus driver had a very thick beard, rounded glasses, and a brown number 10 haircut which parted to the right, reminding me of Mr Kjellberg before he shaved his beard slightly. Paying for my ticket to the town centre, I ran to the back and grabbed a seat next to the window, pulling out my earphones and plugging them in.

I heard my sisters talking about a genre of music called 'k-pop', and how they were arguing about whether Jungkook is hotter than Jin [Jin's hotter tho], so I decided to open up Spotify and play one of their songs. BTS, latest release: WINGS. I pressed shuffle and a song with a title I didn't understand started playing through my ears. The music fades in, and a soft male voice started to sing. More joined in before the beat dropped, and I wanted to jump up and dance to the music. There was rapping, singing and a good beat, something not even Justin Bieber could do and Kanye West wouldn't even try. I had to admit, my sisters did have good taste in music. It was enough to get me through the bus ride to the centre of the busy city.

The wind blew my hair in more directions than one, messing up the fringe I spent ten minutes trying to perfect. The sun's beams shined directly in my eyes, making me squint and not focus on where I was walking. I knew this town like the back of my hand, but some people can be so ignorant these days, obsessed with technology or engrossed in conversations. Says you, Phil. I chuckle at myself, realising I could relate to these people. The miniature trees that were dotted along the pavement had started to turn orange and brown, getting me in the mood for Autumn and the pumpkin spice lattes that were soon to pop up in just about every coffee shop in the town. As the sun calmed down, I opened my eyes and saw the faces of the other citizens of Manchester. There were still people wearing shorts and crop tops, like it was still mid-August and they were in the Bahamas, while others were snug in their winter coats and sweaters, ready for the snow to pour from the heavens. I was more-or-less inbetween the two seasons and their matching dress codes, leading a late-Winter, early-Spring feel. I felt cosy in my chosen attire, and as long as I felt this way, no one can change my feelings towards jeans, t-shirts, and plaid shirts.

As I came closer, I eyed up the place we were visiting. All Star Parlour, with their motto: let your ice cream dream be memes! Apparently, according to Chris, the owner is an active Tumblr user, and is familiar to all the memes of the 21st Century. As I walked in, Smash Mouth rung through my ears and the scent of fresh strawberries penetrated my nostrils. Chris waved from a table, wearing his Pepe shirt and blue jeans. I feel like he's going to be the only person in the group who's going to wear blue jeans.

"Philadelphia!" He shouted as I waddled over and slid into the booth seat opposite.

"Christopher Columbus!" I laughed back, Chris handing me a menu. "What takes your fancy?"

"I don't know to be honest," I pondered out loud, "maybe either the 'My Salted Caramel Romance', 'Pepe & Freddo Frog', or 'Shrektacular Strawberry'?"

"I'm getting Shrektacular Strawberry! We could upgrade and get a sharing one?"

"Sure!" I smiled, grabbing my wallet and pulling out one of the new five pound notes, but before I could even offer it, Chris was already ordering. What a nice friend.

But, I knew I wouldn't be in a little while.

In approximately half an hours time, at 12am, Dan and Beau would enter the town centre, looking for places to wreck. Seeing as All Star Parlour is an extremely popular shop, this will be a target area for them. I'll get a message from Jessica at least fifteen minutes before they arrive, which is when I'll say 'I'm going to the toilet' and get changed, and then appear as Blue to the world. Thank god that I use temporary hair dye, especially the kind that washes off quickly. Then we'll chase them to an area where we all will be able to fight without harming anyone, and-

"One sharing Shrektacular Strawberry, for two memerific friends." Chris sat back down, holding the sundae and two spoons. The ice cream swirled upwards, standing tall as the strawberry sauce was sitting in every crevice. Two strawberries were placed on top like they had just climbed Mount Everest, one of them in which went straight into my mouth, the sweet juices exploding on impact with my teeth. I slid him the fiver, but he just ignored it. "What were you thinking? You looked like you were in deep thought there, Phil."

"Oh, it was just nothing."

"What have you got PJ for his birthday? I'll tell you if you tell me." He wiggles his eyebrows rapidly, expecting an equally as rapid answer.

"Well your birthday is first, Chris. So, I want to get that out the way first." I blurt out, before spooning the ice cream into my mouth. I shivered from the cold that just hit my tongue, but it soon calmed down, and the sensation of strawberry was all that was left.

"Well, are you gonna tell-"

"That's a surprise, Chris." I chuckled, placing my finger over his mouth to shut him up as it formed a confused shape around it. "Plus, what if we change our mind? You could get a surprise either way, you know how PJ changes his mind at the last minute about everything." I removed my finger, taking another scoop of ice cream. Chris looked down at the table, fiddling with his hands. He looked sad, but he only started look that way once I said PJ's name. Did they have an argument? I'll feel bad if they did. Chris sighed, his eyes averting up at me while his head stayed facing down.

"You're probably wondering why I went all awkward and sad after you spoke," he spoke, pausing the movement with his hands. "well, it's because I need to tell you something, but you have to keep it a secret, don't even tell Dan."

I nodded, "I swear on my life that I won't tell a soul, I promise." He smiled at me, his head slowly lifting up.

"Phil, through the five years I've been in this school, in all the same classes and sitting at the same table, I think I've developed a crush...on...PJ." I practically spat out my ice cream, Chris in love with PJ? Yet he went out with Rosanna for three years?

"That's really sweet Chris, but why have you kept it a secret for all this time?"

"Well, I've been dating Rosanna as a coy to avoid expressing romantic feels for PJ, but still keep our friendship. I still felt a little heartbroken after she broke up with me, as I started to truly love her, but my feelings for him stayed with me. Now, I have no barrier to hide behind, and what if I slip up and tell him? Would he like me or not? Would we stay friends?" He looked like he was on the verge of tears, so I pushed the rest of the sundae towards.

"I heard that ice cream clears tears, makes them freeze and disappear so suddenly." I repeated my mother's words, watching him take a bite soon after. "Plus, PJ and you have been friends for five years, you've gotten to bond so well, that I don't think you'd have a problem at all! He might even have feelings back..."

"You think?" Chris grinned through a mouthful of ice cream, making me laugh.

I felt a small vibration in my back pocket, reaching into it to reveal my phone.

Jessica 😒
they're 15 mins away Phil

My eyes widened, quickly seeing that Chris was too engrossed in his ice cream to care about my thoughts.

"I don't feel too good, Chris. Excuse me!" I jumped up, grabbing my back and running to the toilets. Pushing open the wooden door, revealing the small bathroom, I stared at myself in the mirror.

Goodbye Phil Smith.
Hello Blue Lester.
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With my supersuit on and my black hair dye gone, I tied the mask around my head, covering my eyes. Staring at myself in the spotless mirror, I sighed. So much responsibility comes with what I have to possess, and some would think that it's too much to handle at my age. Even pop stars and actors have it easier at my age, they just have to show up at places, look pretty, then be tutored. It's no big deal for them, as they'll have something to fall back on if they fail - their current career, and their fan base. Of course I have a fan base, but they just stand around and watch, they don't really support me in any way. If I fail, I could die. The villain would find a way to destroy me while I'm weak, and then no more Blue Lester. There's so many secrets I have to hide from the world, and I'm always caught up in webs of lies I can't untangle myself from. That's what I have to live with, always being caught in a lie. Being careful isn't really my speciality, but it's something I have to work on if I want to succeed in my trade. Vibrations erupted from my phone again.

Jessica 😒
They're here, I'll be behind them the whole time

Jessica 😒
You'll be fine, lil bro ✊

She can be annoying at times, but Jessica will always be the one to go to for support. She's like a bungee cord: always holding you up when you fall.

Exiting the bathroom, the crowds of people that had once filled the parlour were now either hiding under tables or crowded behind the counter - which is where Chris happened to be.

"Blue Lester! You're here!" The owner shouted with joy, still shaking with fear though.

"I wouldn't have guessed," a sly voice spoke up, I stood tall as the two boys towered over me. Their height couldn't weaken me, in fact, height isn't even intimidating to me. "I thought it was just a bunny rabbit, didn't you Tyger?"

"Exactly, Cobra." He chuckled,

"Well, can bunny rabbits do this?" I punched Tyger square in the jaw, knocking him backwards into the table. Milkshakes tumbled from the table and landed on his hair, which made him practically set alight in anger. I walked over to him, now towering over him. "How does it feel, being humiliated in public? Don't go Howelling for help now, Tyger." I smirked, seeing my sister walk towards me.

"He doesn't have to, though." A whisper wandering into my ear drum, a fist following rapidly. I felt a small bit of blood trickle out, splashing on my lips and dripping down my chin. Before I could hit the floor, someone grabbed my collar and pulled me out of the store quicker than light. Then soon, I was standing on the roof of a skyscraper, facing the Howell brothers, who were currently cracking their grazed knuckles as they stared me and my sister in the eye.

"That was only the antipasti, Lester." Cobra shouted over the fast-paced wind passing through between us. "Now, who's going to make the first move for the main course?"

Fireballs and ice spheres were being formed, alongside my sister's mysterious black magic and Cobra's venomous claws replacing his ordinary fingernails.

Two heroes versus two villains, crowds of citizens gathering at our feet to witness one of the iconic battles they'll never be able to fight. Blood ran fast around my system, adrenaline hyping me up. Sweat swam down my face like rain in Autumn, the pressure of winning rising. But - no matter the result - this is my first battle in a while, and boy was I ready.

My blood, sweat and tears
My last dance
Take it all away, go

My blood, sweat and tears
My cold breath
Take it all away, go...

to be continued...
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next time on glee (I mean Smith & DeLovato):

- Which family will win the battle?
- How will Chris react to Phil's long bathroom break?
- Can Phil really keep a secret as big as Chris's?
- What situations will erupt for the powerful beings in hiding?
- Will the All Star Parlour ever change their song?

Find out in: Blood, Sweat & Tears Part 2!
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