After when they ordered, the waitress came with a pile of pancakes and glasses of milk.

Amy watched as Miles stuffed his face with pancakes. No literally, some pancake pieces were hanging off his face, with syrup dripping all over his brown t-shirt, talking nonsense about nothing, while spit was flying out his mouth like bullets.

“So what do you think Amy?” Said Miles, spitting at her from across the table.

“Uh, what were we talking about?” She answered.

“Oh just how-“ Seth was starting, before Ty cut him off, “Ah, don’t worry ‘bout it.”

Miles grunted.

Amy nudged Ty in the ribs and whispered, “Does he always eat like that?”

And apparently, it wasn’t a whisper because Miles looked up at Amy and said,

“Yes, a-matter-o-fact, I do. And if you have a problem with that then, I’m going to ask you to leave.” Amy saw the rage building in his now red face.

“Well, sorry, I’m just saying you shouldn’t eat like that. It gets your stomach cramped up even if it doesn’t feel like it’s cramped. So you wouldn’t notice it when you go surfing but it can lose your balance easier. Just. Eat. Slower.” She said, looking proud.

I wonder if that’s really true…he he.

“Wow.” Commented Ty.

“Uh, thanks.” Said Miles blushing.

“At least you got Miles to shut up.” Said Seth.

Miles rolled his eyes.

Fang started laughing, Amy almost forgot he was there for how quiet he is.

“Laughing now, eh Fang?” Said Seth.

Seth looked at Amy, and saw her put 2 and 2 together.

“Yes, I’m from Canada, Winnipeg, Manitoba to be exact.” He said.

“Oh,” Was all she said.

“Where did you come from sexy thing?” Asked Seth.

Oh god!

“…I’m from Virginia, I live at a horse farm called Heartland. We heal horses that are traumatized, or have emotional problems. We use herbal remedies and special techniques to help heal them.” She answered.

“Nice.” Said Fang.

“I’m from Lexington, Virginia.”

“I’m from here, and so is Miles,” said Ty.

Amy nodded.

“Ah, its my happy time! Surfs up! Later Dudes.” Miles shouted.

“That’s Miles language, what he meant was, ‘I got to smoke some pot.’” Said Ty, chuckling.

“He does drugs?” Amy asked.

“No… its really when he gets pounds of sugar in his system. The first time he tried it, we just had to be there, he was at least 10 times crazier. He does it once a month.” Said Seth.

“Thank god for that.” Mumbled Fang.

“Okay?” Said Amy.

“Doesn’t even gain a friggin’ pound.” Said Fang.

Seth whistled.

Amy turned a saw a tall blond bimbo walking by, blowing Seth a kiss.

“And Seth-y over there is the man whore.” Said Fang, sending a smirk at Seth.

“Ah, its called having fun. Haven’t you seen the wonders of a woman?” Seth said to Fang.

“I don’t use people for pleasure.” Fang said darkly.

Amy looked up at Ty, and saw the amusement leaking out of them. He caught her gaze and smirked.

“I guess we should go.” Said Ty, noticing the glares off of Seth and Fang.

“You guys are fighting over nothing. Just give it up.” Said Amy, sounding annoyed.

Fang rolled his eyes.

“Me and Seth always fight. Its non of your business.” Said Fang.

“Don’t listen to that jerk, you can always have a good time with me.” Said Seth with a wink.

Amy thought she had the nastiest look on her face when her and Ty left.

Ty opened the truck door for Amy and walked over to the other side to drive.

“Do they go to our school?” Asked Amy.

“Only Fang, and Riley go to our school.” Said Ty, starting the truck and driving the truck back to Virginia Heights.

Oh great. Amy thought. This is going to be one hell of a year.

Im sorry i didn't update in a while... and i know this is really short, but i wanted to post sooner so... yeeeah.

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