A/N: I haven't updated in quite a while, so I'm sorry about that.

I also want to apologize to all the users who filled in their forms to be a co-author, as I decided that I'll be writing on my own right now. This doesn't mean that you can't do anything to influence this book, though! Feel free to give me ideas through inbox or on my conversations wall; I'll be super grateful. 😊

- Kinkajou's POV -

"So, Moon," I said as I ate another slice of mango. "Truth ... or dare? " I made sure to emphasize the 'dare.'

"Um ..." She looked around the whole circle of our friends gathered on the floor, then turned back to me. "Truth."

"Tch, what a scaredy-cat," Winter jokingly looked down his nose in her direction. "I volunteer her for a dare."

"How very brave of you, Winter," Qibli leaned over to snatch a chip from Winter's Doritos bag. "Kinkajou, you should dare him to-"

Winter interjected. "I said, I volunteered Moon."

Ignoring him, Qibli and I put our heads together and began whispering.

"How about we get him to wear an Elsa outfit and sing Let It Go?" I asked.

"Nah," said Qibli. "That's something he'll probably expect, considering all the Frozen puns we've been making. Uhh ... OH! I got it!" He whispered the plan in my ear and I nodded, giving a thumbs up.

"Winter," I announced, "since we're such kind human beings, we decided not to have you do the dare out of sympathy for your weak soul. After all, you've been frail all your life."

Winter's face instantly flushed red. "How dare you?!" he roared, curling his chip bag into a ball and hurling it at the wall. "I'm ANYTHING but weak."

"Oh, really?" smirked Qibli. "I bet you can't even do the dare we set up for you, then."

Winter's face paled. He looked at Qibli, then at me, then back at Qibli. "You ..." he muttered. "You had it all set up."

By this point, Moon and Turtle's faces were scarlet from laughing under their breaths. When Winter turned to look at them, they instantly went back to the books in their hands, pretending to be engaged in an argument of whether Tris Prior of Divergent deserved a 3 or a 5 for character, on a scale of 1 to 5.

"She's daring and clever and all," mumbled Turtle. "But for some reason, I just can't really bring myself to like her. Maybe it's because she's easily the overused 'short-but-can-kill-you-but-still-has-a-soft-side' trope, which is getting annoying." 

"Eh, true," replied Moon. "Could we move on to talking about Celeana Sardothien from Throne of Glass?"

"Oh, her. I freaking HATE her. She's SO arrogant and annoying, yet she still lives in the end. I don't care how sad her backstory is, she's my least favorite literary character ..." Turtle continued to go on a tangent of how much he disliked the Throne of Glass character. It was so hard to refrain from gaping at him; I guess Turtle's usually quite a cinnamon roll until you bring up books. Then, you release a whole new person.

"Anyway," I said, looking back at Winter. "I dare you to flirt with a girl in Puerto Rico and get her number."

"How exactly do I do that?" Winter asked, the same time Qibli let out a protest of, "Hey!"

"... which brings me to my announcement," I replied. "My mom got tickets for me on a one-week trip to Puerto Rico, and said I could invite my friends! What do you say?"

"I'm in!" yelled Winter. "I need to get away from my siblings, especially after ..." he shuddered. "the bathroom incident."

"I think he posted the story on Facebook," said Qibli. "It's one of the most popular posts."

"Dooon't," whined Winter.

"Yeah, I'd really like to," Turtle replied. "Maybe the nice beaches and clear skies will give Moon and me some ideas for our upcoming fanfiction."

"Wait ..." I said. "YOU GUYS WRITE FANFICTION?! Why didn't you tell me? We could've done an entire story together."

Moon and Turtle exchanged a small glance, refusing to make eye contact with me.

"What?" I asked.

"It's nothing," Moon shrugged. "We three can collab. It's just that maybe before we do, I could help you on your ... er ... grammar and plot."

"What's wrong with my grammar?!" I pouted.

"This," said Turtle. He opened up his phone and read what I wrote down below:

Glory and Deathbringer walked down le street together holding hands, Deathbringer zaid "Glory i really like you ... Glory blushed and said "I like you too" "Ok," The two held each other close and kissed Both felt so good. "you know i really like kissing you," said Deathbringer.

"And it's all crammed in one paragraph," said Moon. "But don't worry; we'll help you!"

"Yeah! In fact, my fanfiction was way worse when I started," Turtle shuddered a little. I assumed he was thinking about the time he wrote a Patroclus x Achilles fanfiction when we were studying the Illiad in the eighth grade. (Well, at least that ship was actually canon, unlike idiotic "historians" who claimed they were hetero bros being hetero bros.)

(A/N: Please tell me I'm not the only one who's heard of or read TSOA.)

(A/n: OK! STOP READING! PAUSE! It's time for intermission. I'll have it in every chapter from now on. Intermission is for a get-to-know-you purpose, in which I'll ask you readers a question, and you readers will guess my personal answer.

Q. If you were a demigod, who would be your godly parent?

Now try and guess MY godly parent! I'll comment if you guessed it right or wrong. You can tell by the format of my comment if your answer is correct. ;)

"Did you know," Winter suddenly interjected. "That it's physically impossible to lick your elbow?"

I immediately held my elbow up to my chin and stuck my tongue out. It didn't reach. I held my arm closer and reached my tongue out even more. Still didn't work but I think I'm getting there ...?

"Kinkajou, I think you should stop," said Moon. "You might twist a neck muscle."

"Not," I grunted, "Until ... I ... touch ... my- OW!"

I collapsed at the ground, holding my neck in pain.

Turtle rushed to the kitchen for an ice pack as Winter and Moon facepalmed. Qibli, meanwhile, gave me a high-five. (The sole reason why I appreciate him so much.)

"Does anyone want hot chocolate?" I asked.

"Me!" said Qibli. 

"Okay," I walked to the kitchen and fixed two mugs of hot chocolate. In one mug I poured whipped cream, and in the other went hot sauce. Guess which one Qibli would get?

The day of the trip, I met the others at the airport security line. Just when we were about to take off our shoes and jackets at the conveyor belt, I noticed a Muslim woman standing near the policeman.

"You'll have to take that off," said the policeman.

That immediately turned me on. With Moon and Winter by my side, I marched up to the policeman and began to rant.

"Sir," I snapped. "Have you no shame? She has the right to wear her hijab because it's part of her religion, okay? It's unjust and against the Constitution for you to force her to take it off. What if you were stripped of something you held dear to you as an everyday object? How would you feel, huh? I thought that you police guys were trained to RESPECT EVERY CITIZEN, not discriminate them like in the terrible old days. Now, how about you go apologize your sorry bottom to this nice lady?"

The policeman stared at me as if I'd grown two heads. Strangely enough, so did the Muslim woman.

Finally, the policeman said, "I was saying that to the man behind her. He has to take off his hat because of its size."

Sure enough, a man with a sombrero walked past us. He looked at me, raised his eyebrow, and put his hat on a basket.

"Ohh ..." my cheeks grew red. "Uh ... I'm sorry."

"... it's fine," he said. "Now ... get back in line."

I did my walk of shame back to a laughing Qibli and sympathetic Turtle, who patted my shoulder when I got there.

After we found our gate, we stopped for food at Dunkin' Donuts. Winter accidentally spilled his hot coffee onto Qibli's lap, which resulted to Qibli throwing a donut crumb at him. By the end of the fight, the couple looked as if they had challenged Meg McCaffrey from the Trials of Apollo to a food fight. And badly lost. Obviously.

On the plane, I became disappointed to find out that there were no movie players on the backs of the seats; only long-distance flights had them. Luckily, I got to watch Qinter nod off and fall asleep on each other's shoulders. I snapped a few photos as well and posted them online.

Then Turtle, Moon, and I discussed our fictional ships.

"To be honest, I would preferred Harry and Hermione to get together in the end," said Moon. "In fact, J.K. Rowling even stated that she'd change the Ron x Hermione pairing."

"But definitely not to Draco x Hermione, right?" I said.

"Never that ship," Turtle shuddered. "I can't believe it's like #2 in the top ships of Harry Potter. #1 is Harry x Draco."

"Grooooss."

"Oh yeah," said Turtle. "Would you like us to help you improve your writing?"

"Sure!"

"Okay," said Moon. "First of all, skip to a new paragraph every time a character speaks. If all the dialogue and action happens on one whole blob of words, readers will instantly lose interest or skim at most."

(*cough* Free tip you definitely should use *cough*)

"Okay ..."

We proceeded to talk for the next hours until the intercom buzzed:

"We are about to make our landing. Everyone, stay in your seats until you are free to get up. Thank you."

"Aww," I groaned. "They didn't even offer us ice cream."

"That's sad," Winter said blankly, Qibli's head still on his shoulder. Winter then muttered, "Oh, crap."

"What?"

"I just remembered that I have motion sickness on planes ... can I use Qibli to vomit on while he's still asleep?"

"NO. Take this," Moon handed him a plastic bag.

"Thanks. Launching on three ... two ... one ..."

I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for the impact. And then it came.

Winter quietly spit into his bag.

"Seriously?" I groaned. "No shaking, pained groans, any of that? I was expecting you to be more dramatic."

"..."