Malcolm/Nyssa - Scott Jonas

                                    

                                          
I hate being the third wheel.
                          
Or the fifth.
                          
Or the seventh.
                          
But my friends don't seem to get the whole 'I-hate-being-on-my-own-when-you're-doing-couple-stuff' thing. No, they just think I'm lonely and I'm shy and that I don't have someone in my life because I'm to shy to talk to people.
                          
Never for a second they think that they repulse me with their mushy stuff. But, I try not to be too harsh on them, I mean... the day I get a girlfriend or a boyfriend (I'm bi, so whatever) I'd probably get even mushier than them.
                          
But now, it simply pisses me off.
                          
"C'mon, Scotty..." Michelle whined at me, while hanging from her boyfriend's arm, Chase "You're gonna have fun, I promise!!"
                          
"Michelle" I turned to face her, leaving my Civil War history text book for a second "The fact that you already made plans with other 4 people, which all of them are couples, doesn't mean I wanna go as well!" I tried to explain, but got exasperated in the end, so I ended up being rude.
                          
"But, I promise, this time, you won't stay alone!!" she pushed me, insisting. I turned to Chase.
                          
"How do you put up with her?"
                          
"Hey!" Michelle complained, frowning at me. Chase shrugged.
                          
"I have to see her only in the mornings" he joked. I rolled my eyes and opened the book again.
                          
"Scott, c'mon!! You're turning boring!" I raised an eyebrow at her.
                          
"It's not my fault you always pick up couple stuff to do!" I retorted at her "I always do nothing, because I have no one to do them with!" OK, I must sounded pathetic right now...
                          
"How about this?" Chase interjected "You come with us. If by the end of the experience, you still feel like that, we never invite you with us again" Michelle gasped, clearly not wanting that, but this was between me and Chase.
                          
"One more hang out?" I checked, unsure.
                          
"One more hang out" he repeated, pulling his hand out. I shook it, nodding.
                          
I was so not gonna enjoy it...
                          
~oOo~
                          
"OK, so here are the rules" the girl dressed in safari outfit (you know those people with the khaki shirts and the hats, like Jane's father in Tarzan? Like that) "Each group would walk into a room, with clues and puzzles to get out and solve the ancient riddle that keeps you prisoner" she tried to say, mysteriously. She didn't pull it off.
                          
"How big are the groups?" I had to ask, because, knowing my luck...
                          
"The groups can't have more than 3 people" See? Told ya! I'm gonna kill Michelle after I finish here. I send her a death glare and she was kind enough to cower away from me. Sighing, I sat in a bench, thinking about the money I wasted to get inside this ridiculous maze/escape room, just to find out I'll be going inside with strangers because my so considered friends made a group of seven people!
                          
Tell me you see my frustration.
                          
"Um, excuse me?" I looked up to see a girl, dressed in a very heavy coat, that hid her body, with cargo boots and a bandana around her forehead. Her eyes, as well as her hair were reddish brown and her skin (at least, her face skin) was slightly darker. She had a smudge of what appears to be oil in her cheek and she was smiling shyly at me.
                          
"Yes, what can I do for you?" I sighed the words out. Just because I was bad at my friends doesn't give me the right to take it out on others.
                          
"Well, my boyfriend and I were wondering if you could join us?" she pointed to a guy standing near the wall. He was tall, with blonde hair and square glasses. It noticed he was built, but he didn't look like a jock or something. He actually gave away the impression of a high-school nerd who showed everyone he could be someone.