Chapter Ten.

"Kiel, you're not a gangster." My vaoice had a sort of annoyed tone as I glared at him.

"Yes I am. Shut up or I'll kill you."

I growled in irritation and sqealed at him, "You're not a gangster!"

"You will see. Me and Colin will rule you. Because we're gangster and you're not. You're supid."

I rolled my eyes at him and chose to glare at Colin instead. He sat on a rock and grinned at me. "Don't glare at me. I'll shove Kiel's pen up your ass sideways." He held up a half-chewed pen to demonstrate.

I stuck my tongue out at him and turned to Griant. She was glaring at Kiel, with him matching her daggers with his own. We had all went down to river as result of Kiel's master plan to get Flea and I to make up (or make out, as his mind works). So far, we had only glared at eachother. A forced greeting being our only words to eachother.

"Damn it, you stupid little Hobbit. Sit!"

I sqealed as Kiel glared at me, and sat on the ground. "Yes, Kiel!"

Griant broke out laughing, and I lashed a foot out to kick her. From a sitting position, all I managed to do was fall on my back. My display brought laughter from everyoe else, obviously at my extent.

"What a fag. You're silly." As usual, Colin finished his statement with the ultra-gay hand-flick motion.

"Wow, Colin. Just... Wow." I twitched at him as he pranced about being gay.

Flea gave up sitting in silence and left her bench to coo in Kiel's ear. Hanging from his neck, she shot me several bemused looks, and I was more than tempted to smack that smug look off her pretty little face. A vision of ripping her head off became my thought-of-the-day.

"Hobbit, all I have to say is tisk-cubed." Colin's female voice portrayed the moronic phrase that both him and Kiel used, meaning "tisk tisk tisk."

"You guys, we have to make a gang, and have nick names and everything. Well... only me and Colin don't have names. Wait... nevermind. Colin is Chubbs, Chubster, and Duckie. So what should my name be?" Kiel looked off into the water to think, completely ignoring the fact that Flea was practically drooling on him.

"Don't forget Short Fat One. And you do too have a nick name. Tall Gay One. Besides, if we made a gang, Flea would have to be your trusty stripper." My comment didn't go unnoticed, and Flea turned her head to glare at me. I only gave her an innocent smile and turned back to Griant. Kiel's comment would have to go unheard. "Well, this has been a substantially awkward event. Shall we go now?"

As we all went our sperate ways, I couldn't help but notice when Flea faltered slightly at the sound of me and Kiel laughing together.