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Chapter 1: The Gang

The dart hit the board right in the center with a twang, followed by a loud cheer. It was Rire who just threw the dart, and so far, he was winning by a landslide. All of them were in a basement, and currently in a dart tournament.

"That was epic! Jack, did you see that?" Rire cried, punching Jack in the shoulder. Jack rolled his eyes, "Yeah, yeah, Rire, we know. Should I even throw the next dart? You're winning against of all us by fifty points!" Jack groaned, gesturing to the others on the couch; Val, Sage, Micheal, Jonathon, Kevin and Nick were all equally as bored with the game. Nick was especially fed up with darts since he was ranked lowest on the scoreboard. "Yeah, Rire, you're throwing on a three hundred point streak and I'm cruising on a sleek five points. I think fifty's a lil' off..." Nick said. Rire looked around at everybody, and then back at the dartboard, and then to the dart he was about to throw. "Tell you what, Nick...I'll throw this at your face and if I hit your brain I'll boost your score by five hundred, but if I hit your nose I'll give you a smooth five points, alright?"

Nick and Rire wrestled and rolled on the ground as Jack gathered up the darts, putting them in the box. "These kind of games always end like this," Sage muttered. "I need new friends." Jack shut the dart box and turned to the others, ignoring Rire and Nick. "Look, Sage, you wanna go then leave. We're all going to do something fun!" Jack looked over at Val. "C'mon, Val, wanna play chess?" Val looked down at her lap. "Um, sorry Jack, but I don't really...uh, like chess," she said. "B-But I'm sure that Micheal would love to do that, wouldn't you Mike?"

Mike wasn't listening to the others. He was reading a thick book. "I think the nut has enough excitement to hold him the next, I don't know, few decades. Kevin will play with me, right Kev?" Jack said. Kevin shot up from the moldy couch. "Yep. Anything beats hearing Sage groan about her nails and watch Rire beat up Ni- Hey, Rire, that was a cheap shot! Nick, are you gonna let him- oh, uh, sorry. Uh, yeah Jack, chess it is!" Kevin and Jacked walked away to a table while Rire climbed up to his feet, rubbing his neck. "You win. Lard face," Rire moaned. Nick shrugged. "Hey, I'm a weakling, I do what I can."

Now everybody was doing separate things. Jonathon was on the phone with his friend about who really deserved the Nobel prize, Beth was 'freshening up' in the rest room, Val was watching Jack and Kevin play Chess, and Rire and Nick were quietly watching CSI on the TV. Micheal was making himself, and himself alone, his favorite food: A hot Peanut butter and sunflower seed sandwich.

"Checkmate," Kevin said, moving his Bishop to the final open spot cornering Jack's king. Jack's jaw dropped. "...wait, what? Dude, like, five seconds ago I was pinning your queen to the edge of the board! How the hell did you get the...bishop to...wait a second, I left that space open when my last Knight went- oh, darnit, you win." Jack said. Val clapped for Kevin but ceased after Jack gave her a stern glance. "Let's go watch some TV, Jack," she said. They both sat down on the couch. Jack and Val sat closely, watching. Rire nudged Nick. "Psst, hey," he whispered. "Let's leave the lovebirds to their shiz, what'd'ya say?" Nick grinned. "Agreed." They both got up, moving towards the Micheal and Jonathon. Suddenly, Nick's eyes plastered to the restroom door. Beth was just finished, and was coming out. Nick stopped moving. "Hey Micheal, we want some chips. Can you hand us the-" Rire began, but noticed Nick wasn't with him. He turned to see Sage walking over to the couch and Nick's glaze following her. Rire smiled, walking over. "Make it chips for one, Mikey." Nick turned around with a swoon look at Rire. "Wow, Sage looks good today...right? Is it just me? Wow," he said. Rire snickered. "You're so liking her right now. That's so adorable. Alright Nickie, go over and talk to her. BBQ chips await Mr. Rire."

Jonathon shut his flip phone. "Idiot," he whispered. "Terry Cruise was even nominated for the Nobel..." He walked over to Jack. "Hey Jack, just so you know, American Idol is on channel 24 if you wanna check up on that one guy you love," he said, eyeing Jack and Val together on the couch. Jack gulped. "Uh, oh, right, Jerry Jackson. Ok, thanks Jon." He said, flipping to channel 24. Sage moaned. "Fine, I wasn't watching CSI anyway...punks." She stood up and started walking but went straight into Nick. "Gah! Excuse me!" she said walking past him. She failed to notice the single flower Nick was holding. He threw it on the ground. "So much for that," he said. Someone rested his hand on Nick's shoulder. It was Micheal, eating his sandwich. "Don't worry 'bout it, Nick. She's just kinda grumpy...you know, that time of the month..." he said. Nick nodded. "Yeah, sure. Hey, wanna go to the 7-11 with me? It's Free Slurpie day!" he said. Micheal threw his fist into the air. "Let's do it."

Suddenly everybody chimed on the offer, and soon everybody climbed the wooden staircase out of the game basement and out onto the street. Jack and Val stood up, shutting off the TV. Val ran off with the others, Jack trailing after. "Hey guys, it's not Free Slurpie day. In fact, it's on Friday. That was yesterday!" But nobody listened. "Whooo! Grape slurpie, I'm coming your way!" Rire yelled. Jonathon sighed. "It's not even Free Slurpie day..." he told Jack. He nodded in agreement.

As they paced down the sidewalk, they didn't spot the dark figure watching them from a balcony. The figure laughed, heading back inside.

Alright, that's it! :D Now I wait for Chapter 2 from you!