Friday...? {OPEN}

[Logan Castille]

A pinball machine... What could be more entertaining than a pinball machine? Everything! They're the noisiest pieces of gaming equipment ever made. Well... except for the air hockey tables, but those are actually fun! Logan was definitely in for an exciting Friday afternoon. The student lounge was packed like a can a sardines. The pool tables were basically inaccessible, and the television was surrounded by people watching some show about being "made" on MTV. What else was there to do? The pinball machines were open - so absolutely nothing.

Logan approached a machine and placed his cellphone in his pocket. He never leaves that thing alone. It's his pride and joy. He grabbed onto the knob that jutted out the front of the machine with his right hand and placed his left hand on the buttons on top. His eyes scanned the bright colors and designs planted across the playing field. Only one thought ran through his mind. Have I really been reduced to playing with this thing?! His right hand pulled the knob back as far as it would allow. In one swift motion, he released it, causing the knob to slam back into the machine. Pow! Swoosh! Ding ding ding! The game has begun.

The noises let off by the machine were beyond loud and obnoxious. Logan felt as if everyone in the room turned around that instant to see who the hell was playing on the loud-ass pinball machine. His left hand pressed the buttons on the machine strategically while he tried to hit the ball with the two flappers near the bottom of the playing field. He could see his score rising with every second the ball was in play and every time the machine let off an annoying ding! Each one sounded more atrocious than the last, but he couldn't quit yet. If he would have kept up the good work, he could have had a chance of beating the high score!

Just when he had his hopes up, it all came crashing down. The tiny ball managed to slip past the flappers and seemingly out of existence. Luckily, Logan had two more to spare (no pun intended). He repeated what he did for the first ball, pulled back on the knob, and then released it. Here we go again. The second ball began to bounce around sporadically. It was out of control. Before long, it ended up with the same fate as the first ball, the pinball graveyard.

Now things were beginning to get heated. Yeah, right. Logan's down to his last ball and has about a bazillion points to go before he reaches the high score. He knew the game was basically over for him, but he didn't give up. He kept on playing like a trooper. But suddenly, his leg began to vibrate. Bzzt! Bzzt! Logan's mind then wandered to another place. He reached the cellphone that he placed in his pocket earlier. This distraction was all that was needed for the third and final ball to fall through. Game over! The pinball machine let off the most depression, failure noise ever. Womp womp womp!

Logan shook his head at the machine with disappointment. He was a little embarrassed, but he got over it quickly. After plopping on an empty couch and looking over the text message he received, he quickly began to realized how bored he was. He sat up and began to tune in on the other conversations going on in the room. He was mainly listening for one word, party, but the longer he sat, the more he began to realize that the odds of that happening are quite slim. Logan refused to let a weekend go to waste. He was going to find something to do, whether it be meeting a stranger or talking to a familiar face.

[dylanevans]

Ah the weekend. Dylan had definitely slept in that morning, er, afternoon. Waking up at one in the afternoon, she made a sloppy attempt of getting ready, taking a short shower, and throwing on a fedora, sweatshirt, and super skinny indigo jeans, finishing the whole ensemble with fuzzy blue socks. Yes, that's right. She had no reason to go off campus, or even out of the building, so why put shoes on? No need. She grabbed a banana from the top of the mini-fridge in her dorm and headed out towards the student lounge, just to see who was up and about. Maybe one of her mates was over there.

She slid through the hallway in her socks, occasionally running into walls but hardly ever fall ing on her butt; she had somewhat perfected the sock-sliding sport. Plus, this mode of transportation was arguably a lot faster than just walking to your destination. Within less than five minutes, Dylan was there, sliding right into the doorway as if skating right off of the ice rink onto the rubbery ground that filled the area outside of the rink.

She looked around the room as she sauntered in, realizing that everyone was pretty much sectioned off into their mini-groups, making the place pretty uninviting, but then there was Captain, sitting all in his lonesome, with the exception of fiddling on his third lung, his darling cell phone. Time to attack. From behind, Dylan crept up and hopped over the other side of the couch and flopped down right next to Logan, almost laying on him, but trying not to laugh too much. She probably shocked him, but that was the name of the game, wasn't it?

"Hey Captain, who you texting now?" His phone was like his best friend when a real person wasn't there beside him. But now, he had no need for that silly thing, not when she was there. Despite the fact that she wasn't a very high energy person, she sure loved hanging with her mates. One day, she was going to take this Cajun Kid skateboarding. If there was adequate weather and climate over here, she'd even take him surfing, or at least get a laugh out of his try of it. Then again, she never asked him if he did know how to, he was from Louisiana and they had a beach over there...man-made as it was.

She ruffled his hair and patted his leg, "So what's on the agenda today? Are we going to run off to uncharted locations this weekend or take a road trip across the country, getting back in time for school on Monday?" She rolled her eyes at the thought of more classes. That was indeed one of the most horrible things about this place. Dylan naturally wasn't one of those straight-A goody goodies, in California or at Hammel. She still didn't know the school's mascot, or even if they had one. Not that she cared, anyways. There were better things to do here like explore abandoned factories and farms, take pictures of it all, mess around and have crazy nights. And this senor next to her would most definitely be a part of it, but she wanted to know what he wanted to do first, before she butt in.

[Logan Castille]

^{TEXT MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM: Mom
"Be good this weekend! No drugs or alcohol!"}

Really, Mom? Was that necessary? Logan deleted the message and returned to his phone's home screen. He was in the process of accessing an application until he was interrupted by a sudden shift on the couch. Plop! Logan was close to letting out a string of slurs that would put a sailor to shame, but once recognized a familiar face, he held back. His eyes glanced over the blond and her strange attire. Her fuzzy blue socks caught most of his attention. They looked really warm and comfortable, which is the way to go up here. A smirk crept across his face as he pictured himself wearing those same socks. What a riot!

"Hey Captain, who you texting now?" the girl asked. Surprised by this question, and not wanting to sound loser, Logan only had one reply in mind. "Uh... no 'ne. Don' worry 'bout it, sha." He quickly slid his phone down into one of his pockets of his jeans, just to have it vibrate again. Bzzt! Bzzt! "I swear dis dang does dat jus' ta aggravate me!" Logan's hand slipped back into his pocket. He felt the need to look and see who texted him, but he resisted the urge. He didn't want to seem rude.

Due to having his hair ruffled, Logan couldn't help but retaliate by suddenly grabbing the girls sides and lightly tickling her for a few seconds. Once that was done, he quickly began to think. Now that he had someone to spend the weekend with, he was ecstatic, but he sadly couldn't think of what to actually do. I should have thought of something earlier. Damn! After hearing her ridiculous offer to take a road trip across the country, and even thinking about doing it, he had an idea, even though it wasn't quite as extreme. "Les do dat... jus' within' da state."

His mind immediately began to go over all the things that could possibly happen on the trip. He perked up and looked Dylan in the eyes. "I'm serious! Gonna be a blast!" I gotta pack and stuff. This is gonna be amazing! Logan jumped off the couch with the excitement of a child on Christmas morning. He had his hopes up. "C'mon, Cali gurl. Whadda ya dink?"