3. Fun With Friends.

“Nuns.”

“What?!” I asked, raising an eyebrow and turning around. I stood face to…well, neck with a dark haired, brown eyed, zombie expression Orion.

“My mom, she took me to a play about nuns for my birthday. I don’t feel so well now…” he swayed past me on the sidewalk then collapsed. “Ow. That hurt,” he said, staring at the street.

“I know how to fix this.” I said, walking up to him and looking down.

“How?” he asked, trying his zombie best to look up at me. I think he just ended up rolling his eyes back some.

“Like…” I swung my backpack off my shoulder and dropped it on the ground. I jumped up and came down hard, stomping on his back. “…so.”

“OWWW!!!! Luna, what’s your problem?! Have you gone nuts?! I think you just crippled me for life!” he shrieked, whacking at my legs until I got off. He jumped to his feet and stared at me like I’d gone crazy.

“Well you’re not rambling on about nuns anymore, are you?” I grinned, scooping my backpack up and putting it back on my shoulder. “So, uh, what was the play about besides the nuns?”

“I don’t know, my brain blocked out more than half of the play.” He shrugged, staring down at the sidewalk as we walked on. “But hey, at least it’s not as bad as last year.” He picked his head up then and stared at the sky.

“What?! Are you telling me you didn’t enjoy watching Anteaters on Ice,” I said, dramatically waving my arms. “I loved it! Especially near the end!”

“Maybe that’s because you put tons of marbles on the ice.” He grinned, looking at me from the corner of his eye.

“Hey, nobody saw me do nothing.” I puffed up my cheeks and pointed at him. “Oh, before I forget,” I said, pulling my backpack off again and rummaging through it until I found the box, “Your present, Monsieur.” I bowed, handing him the present.

“Tell me it’s not tickets to another nun play.” He smirked, taking the tiny box and opening it. “Why?!” he started crying, and tossed the box back at me. “What did I ever do to you?”

I burst out laughing and grabbed the tickets from the box. “Chill, Sherlock. These are the tickets your mom got. Look in the BOTTOM of the box.” I laughed, handing the box back to him.

“If these are tickets, I’ll kill you.” He sniffed, pulling the paper out of the box. “I’m not sure I can look now.” He glanced over at me with a frown but continued to remove the paper. “You…” he gasped, pulling several tickets out of the box. “These two are notes from our school saying we have a week off, these are plane tickets to Hawaii…how did you get these?”

“I have friends. You missed the tickets that basically pay for a week’s vacation, too.” I said, pointing at the box. “Oh wait, you didn’t want tickets for your birthday…” I reached out for the tickets and he slapped my hand away.

“I’d die for these tickets.” He stared at me menacingly. “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve tried to get even a day off of school?”

“Five thousand three hundred and seventy two.” I stated, staring at him. “And as your probably not wondering, I had a friend make androids identical to us. Well, as far as looks. They actually behave themselves.”

“Wait, we’re both going?” he asked, still staring at the tickets. “Oh yeah, I probably should’ve pieced that together when I saw two of each ticket.” He laughed, handing me mine. “You know, this seems like a plot to get me to fall in love with you. Just the two of us, no adult supervision…” he grinned deviously.

“Of course it is.” I tucked the tickets into my pocket and started jogging ahead of him.

“What?!” he yelled in shock. “You’re not serious, are you?” he ran up to me, grabbed me by the shoulder and turned me around.

I grabbed him in a hug and he gasped. “Of course I love you and want you to fall for me! And then we can get married, have kids, travel to the moon, go back in time, sprout wings and fly…”

“You are kidding, you jerk!” he tugged me off of him, his hair falling over his red face. “Don’t ever do that again.” He said, staring off to the side.

“Oh, so I was right. You DO like me.” I punched his side. “Well, we’re still going on the trip, our luggage is at the airport and we have to leave in an hour, let’s go, lover boy!” I pointed towards the airport and dashed off.

“Don’t call me that, you--” he started as he chased after me. He tried to grab my backpack and missed.

“Ooo, lover boy’s maaaad.” I laughed, running even harder. “Tell you what. You catch me before we reach the airport, and you’ll get a kiss.” I stuck my tongue out at him and ran even harder.