Chapter Thirty-Eight: You finally make sense, Katy Perry.

Two words: Spring Break.

Usually students loved this time of year, but I absolutely hated it. The majority of my neighbors host these loud, obnoxious parties that seem to never end. And drunken college kids roam the streets like lost zombies. I swear. Some guy rang our doorbell to ask for his pants…while he was wearing them.

It got so bad that Benny, the craziest of all my neighbors, always went up to his vacation house just to get away from the ‘hooligans’.

Add this insanity to the already torturous mall and you have me own personal hell, but Holly seemed to pay no attention to this.

“What about this one?” Holly asked me, pulling out a hot pink dress.

I gave a brief lookover and gave her a tired shrug. “These dresses are all starting to look the same to me,” I told her, leaning against the wall to rest for a bit.

“Rena, we’ve been here for fifteen minutes,” Holly told me, giving me an exasperated look.

“Fifteen minutes too long,” I muttered bitterly.

“What was that?”

“Nothing,” I waved off my negativity. “Why are you looking for prom dresses anyways? Isn’t prom in, like, April?”

Holly just stared blankly at me for a moment, as if what I had just said should never ever be said. “Are you serious?” she finally spoke. “Prom is in two weeks.”

“No, I’m pretty sure it’s in April,” I argued.

“Rena, the seniors’ prom s in April. Our prom is in two weeks,” Holly spilled out for me, using really emphatic hands signs.

“Why would we have two proms? Isn’t that a waste of money?”

“Our school wants the best for our seniors, so the school goes all out for them. That leaves us juniors with the scraps. We’re lucky the school raised enough money to even let us have a junior prom this year,” Holly explained, probably using her knowledge as class president.

“Well, that’s stupid.”

“Why aren’t you more freaked out about this?” Holly asked, but then realization struck her. “Don’t tell me your not going,” she warned me.

“Well, I’m not going to lie,” I responded nonchalantly.

“Rena, it’s prom. You have to go.”

“That’s what you said about winter formal and looked how that turned out,” I pointed out, recalling the punch. “And I don’t really want to talk about this. I’m not going, alright?” I quickly dismissed the topic and walked a few steps away from Holly and began rifling through the dresses. “This way you’ll have four arms looking for your dress,” I tried to lighten the mood.

“Fine, but this conversation isn’t over,” Holly decided to listen to me and went back to looking at dresses.

I mentally let out a sigh of relief, glad that she let go of that so easily.

I paused and looked at the dress in front of me. It was hideous. It was an all-sequined, barf-green dress. The hem consisted of heavy beads and there were two red circles were your breast were supposed to be.

I silently cursed myself for letting Holly talk me into going prom-dress shopping with her. Well, she didn’t really talk me into it. She just asked and I said yes, which was surprising because I utterly despised the mall.

I guess it was because of how close we’ve become during the last month. After the night Holly and Uranus became friends again, Holly and I have been hanging out pretty regularly (not including school) along with Uranus. It was just usually doing homework together and other mundane things, but they were fun I guess. Liam would join us sometimes, but not that often.

Liam and I hung out more on our own, usually after we watched the daycare kids, but I’ve noticed that Liam was getting more and more distant. He always seemed to be quieter and more tired with each visit.

Maria, Ryan, and I visited more often too. In fact, I went up to see their show last week, which was fantastic by the way.

“Hey, what about this one?” I asked Holly, when I saw a pretty turquoise dress.

Holly approached me and stared at it. “I like it, but this color doesn’t look good on Trent. He does have to match his tie with my dress after all,” Holly rejected the dress and went back to her section of the aisle.

Yeah, Holly and Uranus were going together to prom, but as friends, as Holly had emphasized many, many times. She was going to go stag originally, but after three heartfelt attempts from Uranus, she finally caved.

We never talked about the ‘Holly is emotionless’ ordeal. I had no idea if she told Uranus or not. We just acted like it never happened, though Holly seems to be calmer and mellower instead of her formerly hyper self.

“This one?” I offered, holding up a pink dress.

“No, that’ll make me look like a flamingo.”

“This one?”

“It’s too red.”

I was growing weary of this shopping. I didn’t see any problems with the dresses I showed Holly (aside from their prices), but Holly kept rejecting them like a college admissions, consisting of women on their periods.

“What about this one?” I asked, pulling out what I thought the best one I picked out.

“I don’t want it to be one-shouldered.”

I glared at her in frustration, but she just went back to looking through the dresses.

This was going to be a long day.

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“Oh, no you’re back!” I cried teasingly when I opened my door to see Holly. “Please, my legs are still sore from all the walking and standing we did,” I whined and motioned for her to go inside.

“Oh, come on. It was only four hours,” Holly replied.

“Four hours in normal time is like six hundred hours in wearing-a-fat-suit time,” I stated matter-of-factly and continued to motion for her to come in, but she wasn’t budging.

“Don’t worry, you won’t be on your feet for long,” Holly said in a way that sounded like a pun, but I didn’t get it.

“Are you going to carry me?”

Holly just kept giving me a knowing smile. “Come on, Rena. Let’s go for a walk. And maybe someone will sweep you off your feet.”

“Okay?” I agreed uncertainly as I slipped on my flip-flops and stepped outside.

“Whoa, what’s this, Rena?” Holly asked with fake-sounding astonishment and pointed to the window of my house.

I gave Holly a suspicious look. She was acting fishy.

Nevertheless, I looked and saw a small, purple envelope taped to it. On it, there was the number one in bold script.

I curiously took it down and opened it.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Wait, no they’re not.
Go to the place that proves this true.

“What the heck?” I said. “I swear. These college kids get weirder every year.”

As if on cue, some guy ran past my house dragging a bunch of cans on a string yelling, “FREEEEEDDOOOOM!!!!” he ran into a bush

“Come on, Rena. This could be an adventure,” Holly said, totally ignoring the college kid.

“Did you not just see that? What if this thing brings us to our deaths by some drunk people?” I exaggerated a bit, waving the piece of paper in her face.

“Oh, calm down, Rena. All of them are too intoxicated to come up with something like this.”

I knew I was overreacting a bit, but this was looking a little shady.

“Let’s just go. If it makes you feel better, I always carry around pepper spray with me,” Holly tried to persuade me to go again, holding up the can of pepper spray.

I sighed before nodding. I would be lying to say I wasn’t as curious as she was, but then again, curiosity killed the cat.

“You’re not going to regret this,” Holly said with that secretive smile that was really starting to piss me off now. What wasn’t she telling me?

The notes kept us on a goose chase. They made Holly and I basically circle around the entire neighborhood. I wanted to just leave it after the second one, but Holly seemed adamant about continuing and she kept telling me that’ll it will be worth it. I managed to keep my cool until the fourth clue led me back my own goddamn house. All of that walking… just to end back up at my house?

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
They’re still not,
But get into the car with the guy whose name is the tunnel for poo.

Tunnel of poo? Tunnel going where?

“This is ridiculous,” I concluded, staring at the note with utter hatred.

“You would think the girl who started calling me by my middle name first would be the one to get that hint in a heartbeat,” someone said while approaching Holly and I.

I looked up from the note to see Uranus …oh, tunnel of poop. Butt. I got it.

Then I burst out laughing at the clue.

“What?” Holly questioned, looking at me like I was crazy. While still laughing maniacally, I handed Holly the note, which I could barely do because I was laughing so hard.

It took Holly a moment too before she started laughing along with me.

“It’s not that funny,” Uranus stated, giving us an amused glance, but he started losing his patience after two more minutes of us laughing hysterically. “Do you want to walk all the way there?”

That got my attention. I slowly started to calm myself down, but then I looked at Holly and we both started laughing again.

“Alright, I’m leaving!” Uranus threatened as he turned around and headed for his car.

“Wait!” I called after him, still giggling a bit.

I pushed Holly into the middle seat of Uranus’s truck and climbed in after her.

“Where are we going?” I asked once Uranus pulled out of the driveway and we were steadily driving on the street.

“You’ll see,” Uranus said vaguely, not bothering to look at me.

Holly gave me that smile again.

“You knew the entire time, didn’t you?” I accused Holly, glaring at her.

“No,” Holly tried denying, but the look on her face gave it all away.

“You made me walk for like two hours, knowing that we would just end up back at my house?” I asked.

Holly just gave me a guilty look, turned away from me and turned up the music.

I faced away from both of them, realizing that neither of them was going to give me any answers and turned my attention to the window. I had no idea where we were going, but it looked somewhat familiar.

We ended up turning into another neighborhood that now looked really, really familiar. I could almost see the drenched Rena sulkily walking back home after being yelled at by Liam’s mom.

I tried to think of why we were here as Uranus parked in front of the synthetic lake Liam and I had row boated in weeks ago.

I got an answer as soon as I stepped out of Uranus’s car. There was another note on the pavement besides my feet. I eagerly picked it up and read it.

Roses are red,
Violets still aren’t blue,
You’re getting close,
Just follow the queue

“The queue of what?” I asked aloud.

Holly rolled down one of the windows. “Sorry, Rena. You’re on your own now,” she apologized and rolled the window back up.

I turned to Uranus, hoping that he’d give me some help

“Oh, come on. Don’t give me that look. You’ll be fine,” Uranus promised me, avoiding eye contact with me. “Trust me. Just follow the notes.”

“You’re leaving too?”

“Yeah, that’s what we were told to do. It’d be pretty awkward if we stayed anyways,” Uranus answered me. “But since you’re so unobservant, I’ll help you a bit.”

“What?” I asked confused.

“There,” Uranus said, pointing to a path.

The path had been covered with a bunch of leaves, but they were all in a straight line. Oh… queue. The queue of leaves.

“Thanks,” I thanked Uranus as he started rolling his windows back up. He just gave me a slight wave without bothering to pause and stop rolling up the window. “Have fun with Holly,” I teased.

Now he stopped in the middle of rolling down the windows.

“Shut up,” he told me before closing the window completely.

Seriously, where were they going? I wondered as I stared at the retreating figure of the car. I faced the queue of leaves again. Where was I going?
I took a breath in before following the line. I don’t know why, but I just felt nervous about this. Holly and Uranus obviously knew what was going on so I shouldn’t be concerned of my safety, but still, walking into a shady place alone doesn’t exactly give you a warm-and-safe feeling.

The further I went into the cluster of trees, the more spaced out the leaves seemed to be and then the trail of leaves just stopped. There was another note.

Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
You see those petals?
Maybe you can see what they form from another view.

I looked around to find what the heck this note was talking about.

To my left, there were no trees. It was a small clearing and there lay in the clearing a bunch of petals. They were placed in some sort of pattern, but I couldn’t really see the pattern from this low on the ground.

I quickly found what the note was talking about when I turned around to see a giant hill behind me. I mentally groaned. Whoever’s doing this better have a good reason for making me do so much physical labor in one day.

If it’s Kurt up there, pulling another one of his pranks, I was so going to kill him.

But I soon realized how mean it would be if this whole thing was one of Kurt’s pranks because when I turned around three-quarters the way up the hill, the petals formed the word ‘Prom’ with a question mark.

I couldn’t stop staring at the petals. I couldn’t believe this was all a ploy to ask me to prom. Though it really pushed my physical limitations (AKA my laziness), it was really sweet and thoughtful.

“You were supposed to go all the way to the top of the hill.”

I turned around and immediately hugged Liam. “Why are you so sweet?” I asked, looking up at him still hugging him.

Liam looked down at me with his kind brown eyes and gave me a sheepish smile. “Does this mean you’re saying yes?” he asked hopefully.

I withdrew from the hug and gave him an apologetic look. “I need to think about it,” I said.

And I seriously did. I didn’t want to go. Prom was supposed to be a memorable, special night and I didn’t want to remember my fat suit. I wouldn’t have fun and that was totally against the idea of prom.

“Is this about your fat suit?” Liam asked me, hitting the nail right on the head.

“You wouldn’t have fun if I went anyways,” I told him honestly.

I wasn’t exaggerating either. The only way we could have fun if there was no one there and that’s, again, not the point of prom. I didn’t want Liam have to sit through another winter formal scenario as my date. It would be downright embarrassing.

“I don’t get, Rena. Why can’t you just ditch the suit for one night?” Liam asked, hurt clear in his eyes.

“I just can’t, alright? Would you just drop it?” I asked, trying to diverge from this conversation. I knew that it would end badly no matter how we talked about it. “This was really, really sweet, Liam,” I started apologizing again. “If I were anyone else, I’d agree in a heartbeat, but unfortunately, I just can’t,” I told him again.

I watched as emotions flittered through Liam’s eyes. The first emotion was confusion. His eyebrows were furrowed and his brown eyes were searching mine for an answer.

Liam took a small step away from me, his face twisting into the next emotion. Hurt. I had just rejected him for a reason I couldn’t say.

But the last emotion was the one I feared the most from him. Disappointment.

It wasn’t disappointment in my rejection. Liam was disappointed in me and that made me feel terrible. I just disappointed one the most patient and understanding person I knew.

“Liam, please don’t take this the wrong way,” I begged him.

“How can I not take this the wrong way, Serena?” Liam asked me evenly. “I wouldn’t have cared if you showed up with your fat suit, but with that thing comes your fake self—your bitchy, mean self—that I still don’t understand. And you denying me just proves that you would pick this alter ego over your own happiness or anyone else’s for some unknown reason. I thought I could be okay with it seeing how amazing you are when you’re just you, but I don’t think I can handle always losing to the bitchy Serena anymore,” Liam finished his long speech. His phlegmatic tone scared me the most.

What hurt the most was realizing what Liam was saying was true. It was completely and utterly true, but he still didn’t understand why I had to do it. But seeing how ‘bitchy Rena’ affected Liam is really making me consider if my reasoning for doing it was worth it. Was it really worth it to hurt the ones that I cared about?

Liam sighed. “Well, I guess that means you pick your other self again,” he said tiredly.

I shook my head and stood in his way when I saw he was about to leave. “Liam, it’s not that, it’s just,” I trailed off not knowing how to go on.

“Tell me when you’re done with your masochistic self,” Liam said calmly, moved around me, and walked away.

I didn’t go after him. He wasn’t leaving me for good. He was leaving me until I got my shit sorted out. And right now, my shit was more disorganized than the dump.

I felt hollow as I stared at the word formed by the petals below me. They were mocking me. They were a reminder of how stupid I was. Some of the petals were picked up by the wind.

I could have laughed. I once mocked Katy Perry’s Firework, but now I knew what she meant. I felt lost and so directionless.

You were on to something, Katy Perry. I do feel like a paper bag drifting through the wind.

I did end up walking home from Liam’s neighborhood again, but this time it was nice. It gave me some time to think. I didn’t come up with anything, but at least I thought about it somewhat.

I was already back home when I hit my mental stand still of thoughts. My brain was starting to hurt and all I wanted now was to crawl into bed, wallow in my misery for a bit, then fall asleep.

But as soon as I walked into my house, I was ambushed by no other than my brother.

“Rena I’m so proud so you! You have a date and you’re going to prom!” Kurt yelled happily as he held me in his python-like grip.

“Where did you hear that?” I asked, trying to keep my voice from cracking. I didn’t want to deal with Kurt’s wrath at the moment. So, I’ll keep the real story on the DL for now.

“Trent and Holly swung by and said you forgot your phone in his car, so like the caring brother I am, I asked about your whereabouts,” Kurt said in a very formal voice. He dropped the formality almost instantly as he gushed, “This is so exciting!”

“Yeah, exciting,” I said lamely, breaking out of my brother’s hold and went back outside.

“Where are you going?” Kurt asked, following me.

“To Holly’s,” I said nonchalantly, hoping Kurt wouldn’t detect my bad mood.

Thankfully, he didn’t. Kurt went back inside, telling me to have fun.

I wasn’t actually going to Holly’s. I just didn’t want to have to continue to lie to Kurt just because I didn’t want to deal with another person’s disappointment at the moment.

My feet were aching. I’m pretty sure I’ve used them more today than in three days combined. To give my poor feet some rest, I sat on a nearby bench. I never did ask why Liam sent me on the goose chase in my neighborhood if I was just going to end up at my house again.

“Too late now,” I said to myself bitterly and slumped in the bench, resting my head on the back of it.

I was surprised to see just one up there. Where was this moment when I wanted a pony?

“Starlight, starbright, I first star I see tonight—oh, goddammit,” I swore to myself as another star appeared after I blinked. This is why I can’t have nice things.

“Can I sit here?”

“It’s a free country,” I said nonchalantly, recognizing Uranus’s voice, still looking up at the sky.

“What more do you want the guy to do?” Uranus asked me, sounding tired.

I assumed he was talking about Liam. I wondered how he knew already. I didn’t think Liam and Uranus talked that often.

“It’s not him. It’s me… as hackneyed as that saying is,” I excused my overly used expression.

“…Hackneyed? Why would you ever use that word?” Uranus asked me, momentarily distracted. “Never mind. What were you saying?”
“If you haven’t noticed this by now, I don’t really let my two worlds mingle,” I admitted to Uranus. “Trust me. It’s better this way.” I still haven’t looked at him. I didn’t want to see the disappointment that I knew was going to be on his face.

“Well, every time I’ve tried to question, you end up lashing out on me. So, I think it’ll be better if I just stayed silent,” Uranus decided and made himself comfortable on the bench. “But I have one thing to say. I think you’re making a mistake.”

“Thanks, I guess” I thanked him genuinely, now actually looking at him. I don’t think I was ready to tell anyone why just yet, but maybe someday. “Did you know that Uranus is the coldest planet in the solar system?” I asked, suddenly reminded by the night sky

“Huh, fitting how I’d be named after the coolest of them all.”

“Yeah, I know, right? It’s because you’re totally not hot.”

“Says the person who thinks I’m quote-unquote yummy,” Uranus laughed, reminding me of my previous embarrassments.

“Your INSIDES,” I denied. “I said your insides were yummy, alright?” I clarified and sunk lower into the bench.

“If I remember correctly, you said that I was burnt on the outside and yummy on the outside, so I must be hot if I am burnt,” Uranus reasoned, but I knew that he knew that he was just BSing.

“I meant in Anakin-Skywalker-just-fell-into-the-lava burnt and the last time I checked, having your face scorched off doesn’t not equal hot.”

Why were we talking about Uranus’s physical attributes?

“Well, that depends on your perspective on…” Uranus trailed off when two people stumbled in front of us, muttering things about unicorns and narwhals.

“No, dude…dude…narwhals have like infinity horns. That’s why they’re NARwhals. Cuz they’re GNARLY!” drunk guy #1 slurred.

“But…omigod duuuude. That means… UNICORNS HAVE CORN NOT HORNS!” drunk guy #2 reveled and slapped his friend in the shoulder.

“Ohhh, so that’s why they’re extinct. People keep harvesting their corns from their heads and they die. GREAT SCOTT, MARTY, does PEEEEETA know about this?”

The two drunks guys had stopped into front us as they carried on their conversation, totally unaware of Uranus and I sitting on the bench.

“I thought that that was the dude from the Hunger Games… aw man, now I’m hungry. I NEED TO GET SOME COOORN!” #2 sang happily and threw himself next to me. As if he realized I was there for the first time, he yelled, “Oh, hey. When did you get here, Giselle?”

“Uh… just now,” I responded awkwardly. Drunken people were not fun to be with. They reek of alcohol and are always up in your face about everything and apparently mistake you for Giselle.

“Giselle! Oh, how I missed you!” #1 joined Uranus and I on the bench. He was nearly on Uranus’s lap and had sprawled his arms over Uranus’s and mine shoulder.

I looked over to Uranus, hoping had a way out of this, but he looked just as shocked as I did.

“Uh, yeah, you too,” I said uncomfortably and stood up quickly and got out of the drunk guy’s grip. “Me and Gismo have to leave now,” I said abruptly and yanked Uranus up with me.

“Gismo?” Uranus questioned.

“Shut up. It was the first thing that came to mind,” I excused my poor choice in games.

“But, Giselle,” #1 whined clumsily getting on his feet too. “You promised you would go to the party with us.”

“Uh, Giselle and I have to go wash the dog,” Uranus tried.

“Screw you, Gismo! You’ve always been the party-scummer! Let’s go, Giselle!” #2 literally spat on Uranus’s shoe and looped his arm around mine, pulling me God knows where.

“Jerry, stop! I don’t want to go!” I protested, but I couldn’t break out of his grasp even though he was intoxicated out of his mind.

He suddenly stopped and looked at me as if he was witnessing the world snap into two pieces. “My name is Jerry?!” he cried.

“Your name is Jerry?” #1 echoed. “I don’t even know you anymore, man,” he said sadly and ran off the corner.

I honestly just made up the name. They were calling us things, so I felt pressured to do the same.

“I didn’t know, man! I didn’t know!” he apologized and ran off after his friend.

Uranus and I stared at each other for the longest time before I burst out laughing and Uranus started grinning.

“I love drunk people,” Uranus commented. “They’re always entertaining.”

“Speak for yourself. You didn’t have to experience his greasy, sweaty arm on yours,” I pointed out and gestured to my now dirtied sweater.

It turns out that Uranus wasn’t really listening because he was advancing towards the corner where the partygoers had run off to. Oh no. Please don’t tell me Uranus is going to the party.

“Come on, Rena. You coming?” Uranus asked me, stopping and faced me for an answer.

I made a face. “I can barely deal with people our own age. How do you think I’ll deal with drunken college students?”

“Live a little and let loose. No one will recognize you. I just want to test the waters.”

“Then get some goddamn pH strips,” I muttered my bad chemistry joke.

As much as I detested the very idea of even going to a party, I wanted to go to make sure Uranus wouldn’t do something stupid. I don’t even get why he wants to go. It couldn’t be for the girls because he already had Holly. Was it for the drinks? ‘Cause if it is, I’ll smack the inner alcoholic out of him.

The party was literally around the corner. As soon as he turned, you could instantly hear the thumping of the bass and see the cars lined up in front of the house.

“Isn’t this Eleanor Brown’s house?” I asked suspiciously, recognizing the house.

“Huh, it is,” Uranus confirmed. “But I thought she was the graduate that was a chess champ and had no life.”

I shrugged. “Maybe she outgrew her, uh, awkward stages in college.”

“Maybe,” Uranus agreed as we walked up to the front door.

I was feeling really nervous. I haven’t even been to a high school party, so what was this going to be like? Was there going to be people making out and grinding each other every square foot? Was booze going to be littered through out the house? Drugs?

Now I sort of saw why Uranus wanted to come here. To take his mind off of things. I think he was doing this more for me now because he kept looking back at me.

“Just try to have to fun, alright?” Uranus shot me a breathtaking smile as he opened the door.

I think my jaw hit the floor. What I saw in there, I defiantly was not expecting. In the house, there were about twenty people and booze was littered over the ground, but there were no people making out and grinding to the music. Instead, there were people in elf, dwarf, and sorcerer costumes. And the music wasn’t some club music, it was a rendition of a lute solo with a very high bass.

“LARP 2012!!!!” a girl screamed and threw a pink ball at a dwarf.

“Holy…” Uranus started to say.

“Shit,” I finished for him, still trying to process this.

“Close the door! The chicken! The chicken!” an elf ran towards us as a chicken started making a run out of the door. “Come back so I can sacrifice you to the gods of the Tamriel!”

I quickly moved aside for the ‘elf’ to go catch his chicken.

I cleared my throat. “Well, Uranus. Go test the water,” I urged, nudging him into the mess of LARP.

“Nope, I’m good,” he answered, remaining in his spot.

“Close the door!” some girl in a sorcerer’s hat commanded. “My spells need the right temperature to work!”

Uranus quickly shut the door and made our way down to the sidewalk.

“Well, I expected a college party to be wild, but not that wild,” I joked.

“I know. You could say that it was out of this world,” Uranus agreed. “Get it? Because it’s live-action-role-playing?” he explained. “Oh God, I’ve been spending way too much time with you,” he realized, not even a second later.

I laughed. “What’s wrong with puns? They’re sPUNky,” I defended my love of puns.

“No, they’re not. They’re on the bottom of the humor ladder, next to ‘your face’ jokes,” Uranus said, assaulting my sense of humor.

“Well… you know what?” I asked, offended. “Your face is on the top of the humor ladder because it’s that funny to look at,” I said lamely.

“…Now you’re just proving my point.”

“Shut up.”

Uranus and I went on and on arguing about the potential of puns for a really long time.

I guess you could say we went over the topic PUNctiliously.

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Author’s Note:

Hey, guys! Wow, quickest update time in a while, huh? I guess it has to do with the fact that FINALS ARE OVER AND SUMMER IS HEEEEERRREEE!

Yeah…. Why, Rena, why would you reject someone after they ask you like that?

I prepared for some of your guys’ frustration at Rena’s rejection with the Uranus stuff. And the drunken people. Man, drunk people are hilarious…not that I’m promoting drinking or anything. I’m not. I swear! And true story about the LARP incident. I went to someone’s party and it was really awkward when I was the only one who wasn’t in an elf costume.

I want to thank you guys and again for all the support. I have a little less than 2,500 fans now and I owe it all to you guys for writing such cute comments.

author confession #2: The title of the book wasn’t originally Project Fat Suit. It was Under the Fat Suit. I just thought that PFS had a better ring to it.

Alright, bye guys J