Final

Pete walked through the school hall, confused. He met Joe at his locker. “Dude, is Justin Bieber coming to our school? Why the girls are going wild?”

“No, it’s not that Bieber kid. It’s the skinny-tall-mean-cocky-but-oh-so-pretty Bill Beckett.”

“What about him?”

“The rumor said that he has a fiancé from this school, that’s why he’s here.”

“Really? Hey, do you know where Angie is? I should make sure she joins the hype.”

“Make sure she joins the hype or doesn’t join the hype?” Joe teased.

“You see her or not?” Pete ignored him.

“I think she’s with Patrick and Hanna at the music room.”

“Thanks. You’re coming?”

“Later, I’ll go find Andy first.”

“Okay, see you.” Pete made his way to the music room, but suddenly a guy bumped him. “Jeez, Shane, what ar—”

“Peter! Oh, Peter! Have you heard it? Have you?” Shane held Pete’s arm firmly.

“Calm down, Man. What’s it all about?”

“Bill and his engagement thing! I can’t believe it! We meant to be together! Whyyy? He’s so mean…”

Pete blinked. “Uh…”

“Oh my, I think I’m going to die, Peter!”

“Alright, listen. First, stop holding my arm, it hurts.”

“Oh. Sorry.” Shane released the almost bruised body part.

“Second, please don’t call me Peter. And you’re not going to die, you’ll be alright. You’ll find someone else and move on.”

“Um… you think so?”

“Yes. Who knows, maybe Bill will hire you as a photographer for his engagement and wedding party.”

“Of course he will, I’m the most talented person he ever know! I’m great with camera and video, like when…”

“Shane, Shane. I’d like to hear that, but I’m in a hurry. Sorry, tell me about it next time, okay?” Pete waved and left, shaking his head when Shane shouted,

“Okay. Thanks, Peter Lewis!”

***

“I don’t understand why the girls act like that,” Patrick said, strumming his guitar.

Hanna looked up from her notebook. “Bill is rich, good looking, and famous, I must admit.”

“True, but he’s not as beautiful as… hey, Hanna, what was the guitarist’s name again?” Angie asked from the piano bench she was sitting on.

Hanna gave her a confused look.

“The band that we watched last Friday. Panic! at the Disco, was it?”

“Ah, right. Not sure about the guitarist’s name, Brian or something. I didn’t pay attention when that literally big ass singer introduced his band mates.”

“Aw, the singer! ‘Trick, he had bigger ass than Hanna, she was so jealous.”

“What? I wasn’t!”

“Yes, you were. But still, the guitarist was the hottest.”

“Who’s hot?” Pete walked in and took a seat next to Hanna.

“A guy who can play guitar at the disco and has a friend with the biggest ass in town,” Patrick answered.

“That’s only half right. You obviously didn’t pay attention, ‘Trick.” Angie pouted.

“I did.”

“Did not.”

“Did too.”

“No way.”

“Yes way.”

“Gerard Way.”

“Mikey Way.”

Hanna sighed. “Wake me up when the cousins’ fight is over,” she told Pete.

“Let’s hope it won’t be longer than the last time they fought over Nutella.” Pete leaned on the wall, looking back and forth between Patrick and Angie.

“Chubby tummy!”

“Crazy hair!”

“Pattycake!”

“Smurf!”

“Hobbit!”

“Guys, guys, you should hear this.” Andy and Joe stormed in.

“Thanks, God,” Pete muttered when the bickering stopped. “What’s up?”

“It’s getting crazier, our school is a total mess. All the girls are screaming, running all over the place and sobbing.”

“Not all the girls.” Pete pointed at Angie and Hanna.

“All the girls, Pete. Angie and Hanna are not girls.”

“Hey!” the two girls protested in unison.

Andy grinned.

“We don’t have to act like drama queens just because Prince William Beckett decides to visit his lover.”

“Agree.” Angie nodded. “Besides, William is not our type.”

“Sure, we know your taste of guys. Your type sucks.”

“We heard that, Trohman, you asshole.”

“He’s just kidding, Pete. You and Patrick are our best friends, no matter how ugly you are.”

Joe and Andy laughed.

Before Patrick could retort, his phone rang. He answered the call. “Hello? – I’m with the guys. – What happened? – You WHAT?” Patrick’s eyes widened.

Five pair of eyes turned to him.

“Are you kidding me? – Fine, where are you? – We’ll be there as fast as we can. – Be safe!” Patrick hung up and looked at his friends.

“Is there any problem, ‘Trick?”

“I think I know who Bill’s fiancé is.”

“You do? Who?”

“Gabe Saporta.”

“What???” They all were shocked.

“Gabe? Our Gabe? The ‘Because I’m Gabe Saporta and I can do that’ Gabe?”

“Yes, the ‘I bring the sexy back’ Gabe. The one and only.”

“But Bill and Gabe are enemies.”

“I know. Maybe it’s the Cobra’s power, I don’t understand. Anyway, we should save Gabe, he’s hiding somewhere in the library.”

“Why?”

“Some girls had found out. We must get him before all of them know and chase him to chop his head off.” Patrick moved his gaze to Pete.

Pete nodded. “Okay, guys, somebody needs our help. I guess it’s time for…”

“Ramen Rangers!!!” they shouted before dashed outside.

***

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