c o l b y 's p o v

Punching numbers in a calculator is easy but of course I did it the best.

My duty was much less exciting than Dylan's and Wally's. They both went sneaking around town while I'm stuck here making phone calls and calculating money in our budget.

Well, what I was really doing was actually way more important then Dylan's and Wally's job if I do say so. I was like the evil boss in the movie and took control of their minions.

I liked that movie.

But anyways, I had to make sure Mr. Manager was out of town for a fake interview to get a higher promotion than his job in the Treetople hotel. It should take him, at the most, three hours to drive to the location we gave him.
Once he realizes it's fake, he'll come back to the hotel and most likely use his GPS because this guy is definitely old school. I mean come on, it's 2016 and he has a flip phone.
Then when he clicks the Treetople hotel button to bring him back, he'll probably be ending up at the circus for all we know since we will be having Dylan change the Hotel location on there.

Genius? Yeah it is.

What's great too is that we will be sending him out of the hotel at about 4:30-ish tonight, which is our rush hour and that buys us some more time too. If something does go wrong, plan B. We won't be needing plan B though, plan A is flawless.

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d y l a n 's p o v

I was searching through our hotel's break room for car keys.

Okay it doesn't look as bad as it sounds! Never mind it kind of does look as bad as it sounds. I was looking for Mr. Manager's keys so I can unlock his car and change the name of the street of the hotel on his GPS. My heart is pounding much faster than it should, the rush of excitement, the sensation of adrenaline surging through my veins. The creeping feeling of rebellion skims along the hairs of my skin. If I get caught, I'm so fired...

Quickly... Quickly... Dylan oh my gosh did you remember what his car looked like? Hoover damn. My forehead starts sweating as I'm suddenly getting nervous that I'll look too suspicious just standing here like an idiot, in the parking lot, with car keys, not knowing which car to go to. I bet the hotel guests here will probably think I'm some short termed memory freak who doesn't remember where he parked his car nor know what it looks like. My hands grow a certain shine to them as they dampen the key chains. I loudly sigh, what am I suppose to do? Call Colby? I don't know, okay sure I'll call Colby. I pull out my phone and click Colby's contact. After a few seconds of ringing, he abruptly picks up.

"Yes, hello what's wrong Dylan I'm kind of busy." He says, the sound on his end muffles as I try to begin speaking.
"Um yeah do you remember what the dude's car looks like?"
"Do you... uhh not... Wally hold on! remember dude?" He finally stutters in the mist of mumbles and background chat.
In an awkward manner, knowing he's kind of busy and I should keep this quick, assuming he is now with Wally doing whatever, I say,

"I'm going to FaceTime you so you can tell me which is the car."
"Al... Hey cut it out! Right." Colby concludes.
"Yeah okay." I say, hanging up to find the Facetime button.

"Hey dude which one is my car?" I say to Colby on Facetime when a family of four with two little kids and the parents walk by looking at me strangely.

"Hey there."
I say nodding at them while the mother pulls her kids closer near her. Awk.

"What?" Colby questions.
"Nothing. Now what does the car look like, which one of these?" I point the camera towards the aligned cars in the lot.
"Um it's,..." a large shout in the distance sounds from the other side of the parking lot, breaking off Kai's sentence, "The black Toyota with the silver lining and has a bumper sticker saying 'I love my french poodle!'" I glance over to see Wally jumping behind Colby with two large bags full of chips.
"Oh hey guys!" I scream, waving my hands. Cool, the dudes are here and we can finally get all our plans set. My footsteps begin to quicken as I reach Wally and Colby, as well as a girl.

Do I recognize her from somewhere?

"Sup." Wally says, his mouth full of chips and his arms full of food... and chips.

"Okay so everything is set and the only thing left is for you to set the GPS." Colby says.

He was carrying plastic bags that contained assorted arrangements of colors on neatly wrapped wires and small boxes of "Neon Glo-Sticks" and a tiny dinosaur kiddy pool. Honestly, do not know why for what reason but decorations are a check!

"Oh yeah, Wally got a chick." He bluntly adds. The slight annoyance in his tone was noticed and his eyes appeared to roll.

"That chick is named Artemis, fuck-face." She hesitantly paused as her voice was tugged lower and a grin arched its way onto her face quietly.

"Hello, Dylan."

"Have we met?" I ask. My feelings towards her felt familiar, known. Her icy glare was plundered into mine. She had stormy gray eyes, clouded with determination.
I digged it.
But the feeling that I've seen this before was some sick dejavú.

"We just did." She huffed. She walked away gracefully though, her hips swaying from side to side. When she passed me though, I swear she muttered something under her breath but I couldn't comprehend what.

Colby and Wally later helped me find the car, and we decided to change the location to a toothbrush factory. Don't really know why, but the question is, why not? Our own laughter was satisfying. Us cruel kids, now rebellious men. #fuckingOGS

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w a l l y 's p o v

It's been an hour and I can't help but think about Artemis. Why you may ask? Because she annoys me. First she bumps into me and makes me drop the barbecue chips. Second, knows who I am and could get me fired. Third, wants in on our awesome plan. Fourth, we let her! A lot of emphasis on let. Plus she is bossy. I don't understand. I mean, I don't understand a lot of things about girls, but this girl, she seemed like she was urging us to make this party perfect. What reason made her want to do that?

She was standing on a ladder, delicately pinning lanterns around the frames of the tall, yet dusty Windows around the outdoor lounge. In my time of helping, I shoved my face full of chips, while putting chips in the bowls. Simple, I know. That's why I was scheduled that duty and I'm pretty good at it until I can't resist the temptation and shove crunchy fried goodness and have crumbs spewing all over my face.

"Hey baywatch, these balloons aren't going to blow themselves."

"Look babe, I'm not doing shit." I casually responded. I couldn't help it but get her a little mad. I look at her so she got that message too. Fight me girl.

Her eyes squinted a little as she aimed her gaze madly at me. It weighed down on my own stare and I couldn't help but feel amusingly giddy or a tad frightened. Her dark silt eyes gave off this vibe where I can only describe it in a sentence.

I will hurt you in some way that will make you cry blood.

Okay that's a little much but it was more on the threatening side.

"I'm not your "babe" and you must blow balloons or else I'm telling that ginger manager your shit."

That's when I said it.
"Why don't you blow, I bet you're good at it."

Worst thing to say.

Ever.

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So the decorations were set nicely, glow sticks were scattered everywhere, lanterns hung along the walls, I had a bruise on my gut... yay. Artemis was kinda, well no, very, offended by that. When I mean offended, I met annoyed by my idiocy. In my defense, I think it was a smart remark to make because who else would think of saying that? Oh wait, me. *casually smirks*

"Well this looks pretty damn good actually." Artemis said. Her voice always brought my attention in a matter of seconds. I'm not sure if it was the possible thought that she might've sounded happy instead of annoyed or agitated for once, or if I maybe liked her sound. Though a pretty face and a pretty tone does not make up for her now, ugly personality. Maybe I digged it, maybe not, but you can't brush off this chip on your shoulder if you know it's not bothering you. But as of now, it did! Okay brain, you're right. I may not know anything at all about her but I for surely know at the moment, it's not too appealing. Brain, you're right again. She definitely intrigues me.

Slightly, okay?

She definitely lives up to her title tho. Artemis. Well, it may not be a title but just a name but you could call it a title if your name is suited for a title. But sometimes names wouldn't work that way right? Like if your name was Bob or something that wouldn't be a title. But if you were like a superhero like The Flash, that would be-

"Hello?"

Oh crap, I was definitely getting way too side tracked in my thoughts. What the fuck, "Bob?"

"Yeah sorry, what's up."

"As I was saying, I think we did a pretty damn good job. Like you care anymore though, you just worked on balloons, food assortments, and cracking glow sticks. Thank god, Colby and Dylan were doing something a little more important."

I was quite taken aback by her statement. What does she mean by, important?

"Excuse me?" To some extent, I was angered. Not really. But still, you can't get offended by something so stupid and not being called, important.

"I'm sorry, too big of a word for you and your thick skull?" She replied, rolling her eyes. She managed to get herself out of this conversation well by flipping her blonde locks and strutting out on her heels to leave the poolside.

But a true South child never not takes up on a challenge. I was not going to let her have her way.

My feet sped on by the pool but to my large misery, I forgot one of my jobs.

To sweep the pool water on the deck.

This literally can be put into the list of biggest fails. Or possibly in the "Ripley's Believe It Or Not" book. The headline: Believe it or not? Kid Idiot forgets to clean the side of pool and slips in his own mess. Maybe that'll teach kids to actually do their chores. I know I should now.

In slow motion, you could see how embarrassed and angered I was at the same time. My cheeks already heating up into red squishes. My legs shooting up and a merely noticeable groaning of "Agh no" while my head dipped down forward, my arms whaling around frantically trying to catch my balance but then realizing the body parts that are waist down are about ten feet escalated in the air. Water flew everywhere and left me to be having a bigger job. My body collided with the water and splashed all around. I was engulfed by the chlorine and drenched in the embarrassment already. Artemis must've laughed her ass off at me when she realized I was now drowning in my own anger. And water. Once out, I'll be swimming with the fishes.

Pun intended.

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