Bucket list of 2021

You know that cliche scene in a horror film where the main cast hears a strange sound and stupidly decides to check it out. Then there's the entire cinema screaming things like 'don't go out there', at least turn a light on!', 'Oh come on now you're just begging for death', 'dude, wtf are you stupid?' Or my personal favourite... 'Oh look at that, you're dead who could've predicted that would happen!'

Well, that's actually what is happening with my new friends and me!

Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Freya Jones, and my best friend, Ricki, have decided to make a shared house off campus for our University years. We managed to get a pretty good deal on a two-story home a few minutes away from campus. It's gorgeous!

One of those old Victorian houses! You know, like the house from Charmed (The original, not the cheap copy that's currently showing.) It was a little run-down, but it was perfect for us.

We had placed an ad in the paper, on Facebook, Twitter, you know all that jazz, but it still took a few weeks before anyone took the bait.

As there were six rooms, we looked for three people at most and managed to hook four.

First is Chelsea Rodgers, a tall, blonde-haired, blue-eyed communications major who was also the newest recruit to the cheerleading squad.

Next, was Sam Coral (cool name, huh)? It suits him since he's a complete surfer boy! Even has the shoulder-length, curly blonde hair and sun-kissed skin to go with it. He's sweet, a little on the dense side, but so adorable.

After Sam came to the footballer, Jackson Park, he is quite possibly the nicest guy you could ever meet and has more knowledge about football than even my dad knows, and he was a high school coach. You could ask him anything about football, and he has an answer straight off the bat; he also has the skills on the field to back it up, which makes sense since he was the newest quarterback recruited to the university.

And finally, there was Tony Park. (Jackson's twin!) Not that you could tell that by looking. Where Jackson has light brown shaggy hair down to his shoulders - Tony has short midnight black hair that has the messy bed head style! Which he somehow manages to pull off. Where Jackson is a bit more on the beefy muscular side- Tony has a leaner body type. I still don't know what Tony is majoring in! He's the silent, bad boy. It has a whole cliched leather jacket and a black motorbike to go with it.

After we finished moving all their stuff into their rooms, we were currently all lazing around in the lounge room, well, all except Ricki, who had wandered off somewhere. Chelsea was in the corner of the couch with her long pale legs wrapped around mine as I stretched out, taking up the rest of the dark red velvet couch. Holding my phone above my face, which I admit wasn't my smartest move. I dropped it on my face when a loud bang echoed through the house.

"Ouch!! Frack it!" I yelped, causing Chelsea and Jackson to chuckle and Tony to let a smirk lace his perfectly chiselled face.

"Oh, shut it!" I demanded as I rubbed my now sore nose.

"Huh... what... what was that?" Mumbled Sam as he sat upon his elbows quickly, looking alarmed but mostly confused.

"Something crashed down in the basement. I'll go check it out!" Stated Tony as he put away the book he was reading and stood up from his beanbag.

"Forget that bro, haven't you ever seen a horror film! I don't feel like explaining to Mum and Dad why I came home alone. Safety in numbers! Come on, get up, guys." Jackson demanded as he also stood up from the red love seat in the corner of the room. Where he had even been playing on his phone, he made his way over to us and waved his hands up and down, signalling for us to get up. Chels and I looked at each other and rolled our eyes but decided to do as he so lovingly requested. After Chelsea got up, she grabbed my hand and hauled me up and then proceeded to help get Sam up off the floor.

As we made our way to the old wooden door that leads to the basement, Ricki made her appearance.

"Hey, guys, what's going on?" Her question muffled by the metal spoon hanging from her mouth. (which judging from the jar of brown-chocolate looking stuff in her hand, was Nutella. Answering the question of where she's been for the last ten minutes.)

"Oh, you know, just on our way to get murdered by the serial killer down in the basement... wanna come?" I asked sarcastically, so of course, she just had to respond

"Sure! Why not? Got nothing else to do!" Taking the spoon out and replacing it with a grin.

We just shook our heads and returned to the original task. Tony opened the door and walked in, us right on his tail. Just picture it, Tony in front walking carefully down the creaking wooden steps.

Ricki to his right, doing little hops and jumps as she makes her way down. I cringed, remembering how hyper she gets if she has sugar after 4.

I was to his left, tying up my wavy black hair showing the dark purple and blue streaks underneath.

Then there's Chelsea between Ricki and I mumbling to herself, 'this is so stupid!' As she latched onto Jackson's arm. I also noticed a small smile name it's way onto his face as he looked at her arm on his.

And behind all of us was Sam stumbling down the stairs, still half asleep.

Although it pains me to admit I have to agree with Chels, this place is super creepy and gets creepier with each step. I mean, even the light is flicking. If this isn't level horror movie crap, I don't know what is. I swear I can even hear the song psycho killer in the back grrrrooouund! Wait a minute that is playing I realise as I turn around with everyone else to look at Sam as he stops and looks at us..

"What's perfect!" He stated with a stupid grin on his face as he holds up his hands in a defensive posture, revealing the phone that's currently playing that idiotic song.

"Shut that stupid phone off before I throw it in the toilet!" I stated with a demanding tone giving him the ultimatum that made his bearded face turn down into a pout.

"Oh, but come on, if I get murdered, I would like it to be to this song!" He replied.

"And if you don't turn it off! You'll get your wish without a serial killer because I will have killed you!" Chelsea states giving Sam a hard shove to the shoulder.

"Well, that's just RUDE!!" Sam replied in his best uptight bitch tone, snapping his fingers in a Z formation, causing the rest of us to let out a chuckle and shaking our heads as we continued down the stairs.

It was eerily quiet after all our feet had planted themselves on the cemented floor, the flickering light above us and Tony's small torch, the only illumination around us.

I look around, my eyes straining to see into the little nooks and crevices of this place, without moving from my spot!

But all I can see are old pieces of broken furniture, a random tricycle and a...

"Aaahh!" I screeched, stepping back into Tony, causing him to wrap his arms around my waist to steady me.

"Whoa! Are you ok?" He questions, staring at me with those striking blue eyes, causing my mind to go blank for a second and only hear my heart racing from his touch.

"Hmm... oh yeah, I'm good it was nothing! Stupid clown, I hate them!"

"Thanks, though!" I say, trying to avoid eye contact. As he continued to look around, I couldn't help but look over at him longingly. I mean, it should be a crime to look that good.

I felt a sharp sting on my shoulder, causing me to leave my daydream and look over at Ricki to see a smirk lacing her olive-toned face as she flicked a piece of her long dark brown hair out of her eyes leading me to conclude that she had pinched me.

"I don't think there's anything down here!" Stated Tony, and just as he said that, there was a loud crash which made us all jump about three feet in the air grabbing onto each other!

"DON'T EAT US!!!" Screamed Sam crouching down, clinging onto my leg for dear life. The statement-making us forget the noise and turn towards him, curious looks dawning our faces. His eyes squeezed shut, and his head buried in the back of my knee. He looked like a two-year-old refusing to leave the supermarket.

"'Don't eat us!' What did you think it was?" I questioned, finding it difficult to withhold my laughter.

Realising that there was no immediate danger and that we were now all looking at him, he released my leg and stood up abruptly, clearing his throat and running his hand through his dirty blonde hair.

"Nothing!! I wasn't thinking it was an alien coming to feast on our flesh. What are you talking about?" He stated quickly as a flustered look appeared on his face, clearly embarrassed.

"Haha, dude, a cannibal is more likely, don't you think?" Asked Ricki placing a hand on his shoulder and then giving him a playful punch. Silently laughing and shaking my head at the weirdos I now call friends, I turned around to have a look to see if I could find the cause of the crash, only to come face to face with the clown again.

"Gah, stupid thing!" I whispered to no one in particular. But in case you missed it, I hate clowns. I mean, come on, how can you trust a person whose face looks like it's smiling all the time.

"You don't like clowns! Do you?" Questioned Tony releasing a little chuckle at which I would generally revel in the sound of if I wasn't already embarrassed as my slightly tanned face took on a pinkish hue.

"Haha, that's an understatement! Once when she was ten, we went to the amusement park in the next town for her birthday. We were about to get on the scariest roller coaster they had. (After already going on all the others) when someone tapped on her shoulder from behind. When she turned around, there was a fully decked out clown holding a birthday cake (all of which her parents had organised thinking it would be a nice surprise, boy were they wrong!)" announced Ricki selling me out! I guess she couldn't feel the weight of my glare because the bitch continued.

"Before the guy even got a note off of happy birthday, she screamed, kicked him in the balls and shoved the cake in his face, then proceeded to grab my arm and made a run for it. We were in the parking lot. Before I finally managed to calm her down!" She finished with a chuckle as the others joined in.

"Shut up; those guys are creepy. I don't know what Mum and dad were thinking!" I started, trying to look at anything besides Tony as I could hear his deep chuckle in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. Man, it's been a day, and I've already got a crush on the guy I've so gotta get this under control.

"Well, they never made that mistake again!"

"What happened to the clown? Was he mad?" Questioned Sam.

"Haha, Nah, apparently it was a common occurrence!" Ricki replied, causing us all to chuckle just as a black blob ran across her feet.

"Whoa, what the hell was that?" she questioned, her voice going an octave higher than usual. I looked in the direction it went and found two yellow eyes staring at me from under a desk. I walked over to it when I realised it was a black cat, it hissed a bit but allowed me to pick it up. As I walked back to the others, I pulled off the cobwebs that had coated the gorgeous midnight black kittens fur. It snuggled into me as I ran my hand over it.

"Oh my god, it's so cute!" Stated Ricki.

"Can we keep it?" It was her follow up.

"I don't see any tags, so I don't see why not; we'll take him to the vet and see if it has a microchip. If not, I would love to keep him!" I replied, causing Ricki to let out a squeal of delight.

"Hey, guys, check this out!" Tony called, causing us to look over to him in the back right corner of the darkened room. I hadn't even realised that he wasn't next to us and was currently holding what looked like a green photo album from the seventies.

As we got closer, I spotted at least five more scattered around him. I placed the adorable kitten down in an empty box with a blanket inside it and closed the lid a bit, making sure I could still see him even though he looked perfectly content curling up in the box.

We each picked one. All of which had varying levels of wear and each a different colour.

Mine was black with silver stars littering it. It had red cursive writing that stated 'Bucket list adventure of 1995. Jackson's was purple and had a lighter purple lace wrapped around it, and black cursive writing with the same thing printed on it except his had 1965 on it. Chelsea's was pink with sparkly stars all over it, again with the same black cursive writing, but hers said 1955 and Ricki's was dark blue with black patterns covering it and also had the same script but hers 1985.

"What are these?" Questioned Jackson, which we all shrugged at, none of us having a clue what these were either.

I opened mine up and realised it wasn't just a photo album; it was a scrapbook with drawings and photos of people wearing ridiculous clothing, holding various items in each picture, grinning up a storm. Under each image was a description.

One, in particular, caught my attention. It was on the last page.

It was of two men and three women. The men were standing outside with the women in the middle, arms around each other, all covered in what looked like different paint colours. The men were holding what looked like ducks. They were all in what seemed like seventies fashion clothes. I couldn't help but smile at the photo. They all seemed to be having a great time.

I looked below the photo and read the inscription written in black cursive writing against the white background.

'The best time of our lives!

Thank you to those who owned this house before us for such a great adventure, and welcome to those who come after us. We hope the little black book gives you an experience you'll never forget!'

'P.S. we've included some money for the expenses of this adventure. It's yours to do with what you please. But we do hope you follow in our footsteps and do, like the black book states. It's an amazing opportunity we hope you take on.' I look up from the book and turn to the box they fell out of and notice a little black notebook under the shelf and make my way over to it.

"Wow, look at some of these photos! Some of the things they did were incredible; they went cliff jumping, white water rafting..." stated Ricki showing the others as they showed theirs.

"What do you think this was? Some club?" Questioned Chelsea.

"I don't think so! It seems to be more related to the house than being a specific club... hey, what do you have there?" Tony started and then moved over to me, with the others following. I didn't notice as I was too in grossed in the black leather-bound book in my hands.

'Welcome new homeowners to the most incredible adventure of your lives. As you have probably seen in past scrapbooks, this little black book is your ticket to the opportunity of a lifetime.

If you continue, please know no lock-in contract or invisible force is controlling this. Everything in here is entirely up to you whether or not you decide to continue. But I must emphasise if you choose to continue reading, you must complete the list, or the real adventure will never begin. Now before you decide, please allow us to tell you the story of the bucket list." Tony read out loud over my shoulder. I looked up at him and then the others only to see they were just as engrossed as I was, so I continued where Tony left off.

"Back in the fifties, this house belonged to a group of young people just starting their college lives as well. They were of varying degrees of personalities and a mixture of race and gender; they were also outcasts, so to make their college life the best it could be, they decide to put together a bucket list of over a hundred things that they had to get done before the end of their second year.

These things were unique and new, things they would never do in real life, things that were not only incredible but dangerous and fun.

As the years went on, they decided that the best time of their lives was the first two years of college, completing this list. So they decided to pay it forward and give the challenge to the next group of misfits to grace the walls of this house.

As you can see, we've kept up the tradition. If you continue to read through this book, you'll find the bucket list we have created for you. Some of the items are dangerous, some are silly, and some are downright ridiculous for grown people even to attempt. The rules are that you all complete one thing a week until all items are crossed off. Suppose you need more time to complete an item, that is fine, but you must meet all of them within two years. You cannot move onto the next thing until the previous one has been checked off. If a member of your group cannot complete an item, another member may step in and do the item twice.

As we have stated in our scrapbook, if you read that first, we have hidden some cash in a duffle that we've placed in a secret compartment on the floor of this basement for expenses. It's quite a bit, so even if you decide not to complete this list, please feel free to take it for your lives as a gift from us to you. We wouldn't expect you to turn down such money when you are young about to start your college years. We hope you decide to complete this list as we believe you will not regret it. Good Luck and enjoy the adventure ahead.' I finished.

"A bucket list? sounds awesome!" Stated Ricki, to which she received a chorus of agreements.

"Hey, what was that part about cash?" Questioned Chelsea.

"Yeah, it said there was some cash in a secret compartment. What's this some spy movie!" Sam laughed, causing the rest of us to chuckle.

"Hey over here!" Called out Jackson from behind the stairs. How he got over there without any of us noticing is beyond me, but whatever as we made our way over to him. I saw the latch he was holding. It looked like a basement door which is weird seeing as we were in the basement. Tony went over to help him pull it open, and I couldn't help but drool over his tanned muscles.

"Damn!" I whispered to myself, but Ricki and Chelsea heard me and gave their muttered agreement.

"Damn is an understatement!" Commented Chelsea.

"It should be illegal for that much hottest to be in one family! God!" Stated Ricki, all of us nodding along with the statement in silent agreement. As soon as the boys pulled out a duffle from a small compartment in the floor, our little pow-wow over their hotness, forgotten.

"Well, so far, so accurate!" Said Jackson causing us to give a quick smile. He unzipped the black duffle, which took a bit seeing as it kept getting stuck, but once it was finally open, the sight inside was incredible. Stacks of cash in what looked like bills of a hundred in bundles of a hundred. Once we got it all out and counted it.

"God, there's about 20 grand here!" Commented Sam in an excited tone.

"Damn, they weren't kidding when they said it was quite a bit'. What do we do with it?" Questioned Ricki.

"You guys never noticed this was here?" Sam questioned, to which I gave him an 'are you stupid look!'

"Dude, we've never been down here!" Commented Ricki, which got a bunch of confused looks.

"Never?" Asked Tony.

"Dude, this place is so creepy, not even Pennywise, the clown, would be comfortable down here. I mean, we had to come down here all mystery gang-style to check out a loud bang noise! Do you see either one of us or both of us coming down here on our own! I don't think so, mate." I started causing him to release a light chuckle shaking his head.

"Well, they did say that it belonged to the next homeowners who found the black book, but I'm not sure I'm comfortable with this. I mean, this is a lot of money; maybe we should talk to the lawyer who helped us buy it." I stated the others, albeit grudgingly, agreed to wait to do anything until after calling the lawyer and went back to flipping through pages of the scrapbooks from previous years.

I went back upstairs as I had no cell service down there and managed to get the lawyer on the phone.

"Hello, this is Tommy Radeon; how may I help you?"

"Hi, this is Freya Jones! You helped my friend, and I buy a house a few minutes away from Turing's University!" I replied

"Ah yes, I remember you guys. How's the place working out? No big issue, I hope. It was an old house, but it passed inspections, so it should be alright!"

"Oh no, everything is fine with the house, but we went down into the basement!" I said, then got cut off with a

"Brave girl, I've been down there creepy as hell!" He commented.

"Right!!! I mean, yeah, so we went down there and noticed some old boxes!"

"Yes, well, I did say there was a bunch of stuff from the previous owners that they didn't want and that it's yours to either keep, sell or throw away." He reiterated.

"Yeah, I know, but we found some old scrapbooks and a book that said there was a large sum of cash in a small compartment on the floor. We had a look and found it. There's at least 20 grand in there. We just wanted to make sure that the person who owned this house before us didn't want it." I replied.

"Wow, well, they did say there was some cash down there, but I didn't think it was that much if you want. I can make a call and double-check!"

"Yes, please, I would greatly appreciate it!"

"Ok, well, I shall give them a ring now. If they are available, I should have an answer for you in a couple of hours. Thank you for calling. I shall get back to you soon."He stated

I said thank you, hung up and went back down to join the others in looking through the scrapbooks.

We laughed at the fashion choices, smiled at the big grins on the people's faces and talked about how incredible it all was.

"Hey guys, I know that we might not have the money once everything's over and done with, but if we do get it, I think we should do it. It looks amazing!" Commented Sam there was murmurs of an agreement, but Jackson also had a good point.

"I agree it seems like an amazing adventure, but that money could help us!" The murmurs of agreement continued until I had an idea.

"Well, how about this? If we get the money, how about we put half away in savings and use half for the bucket list. That way, we are thinking of the future but also living in the moment. I mean, come on, how many times have you just wanted to throw caution to the wind and do something crazy?" I questioned, hoping they would agree.

"I agree with Freya. I like her idea. All in favour of putting half away and using the rest to do this?" He asked, putting his hand in the air quickly followed by me and then the others as we smiled at each other. The others continued to talk about what they thought was on the list while Tony turned to give me a smile that lit up his whole angelic face making my heart skip a bit. Our moment was cut short by the shrill ring of the home phone, which I know is an old fashioned statement but I kind of like it.

The others followed me up this time as I went to answer the phone—anticipation coating the air as I picked it up.

The others followed me up this time as I went to answer the phone—anticipation costing the air as I picked it up.

"Hello, Freya?" Asked Mr Radeon.

"Yes, hello!" I answered

"Hi, well, I managed to get a hold of the previous owner, and she confirmed that the money is yours to do with as you please, but she did ask if she could come by and have a chat with you. Tomorrow if you all are free?"

"Yeah, sure, that sound great did she give you a time?" I questioned

"Yeah, is ten am ok with you?"

"Of course, tell her we're looking forward to it."

"Ok, great, I'll let her know." Mr Radeon concludes before he hung up.

"So what's going on?" They all asked at the same time.

"Whoa, ok, so the money is ours.." I stated, only to be cut off with a bunch of cheers.

"Haha, yes, but the lady has asked if she could come by and have a chat with us tomorrow. I said it was fine; I hope that's ok?" I asked, realising I should've checked with them first, but they said it wasn't an issue.

"Cool, I meet a person that was awesome enough to do this!" Stated Jackson as he placed the box that had our new little friend down onto the table.

This rest of the night, after we brought up the scrapbooks and everything and placed them in the small office down the hall from the lounge, we all pretty much went to bed. We were excited about what the next day would bring. The little furball slept in my room, much to everyone's disappointment, but hey, I can't control if animals just like me.

I woke up early the next day to take the furball to the vet, who said he was about 12 weeks from what he could tell and had no microchip, so he could either take him and find him a home or I could. I decide the latter was preferable as everyone seemed to love him. I texted them and told them the news, a bunch of happy faces and winks followed. Jackson said he'd pick up some cat stuff on his way home from work. I can already tell this cat is going to be so very spoiled.

Ricki and I were playing with Raphael, which was the name the 6 of us decided on when Jackson came in, followed by a woman I've never seen before.

"Guys, this is Tori Wright! She's the woman who lived here before us!" He started, placing the shopping in his hands on the ground and closing the door behind them before Raphael got out.

"Oh, hi! It's so nice to meet you! Sorry, we kind of lost track of time!" I stated, shaking her hand as the others followed with their greetings.

"That's alright. I can see you have a little friend! Is she new?" She asked

"He! And yeah, we found him round about the time we found those scrapbooks." I replied.

A smile dawned on her face as she looked over at the stack of books on the table.

"Shall we sit?" Tony offered after helping Jackson put away the shopping.

"Sure!" She agreed, and soon we were all situated around the mahogany table in the centre of the dining which was across the living.

"It's been so long since I've even thought about these, almost forgot they existed!" Tori announced while grabbing one of them from the pile.

"It looked like you and everyone from the previous years had an amazing time," I commented.

"Yes, it was truly the best years of our lives!"

"Do you still keep in contact with the others?" Questioned Chelsea.

"Oh yes, I'm married to this handsome man!" She replied, pointing to tall gentlemen at the of the line holding a duck.

"My best friend... her!" Pointing to a red-haired in a hoop skirt and blue paint gracing her face like the paint of a warrior.

"She and I started a home decorating business together. We get together with the others as often as we can. I mean, life does get in the way sometimes, but we try our hardest not to let." She stated all of us hanging on her every word.

"So have you guys decided whether or not you will go through with and complete the list!" She asked in a friendly tone, still combing over the photos and drawings, smiling and let out a small chuckle now and then.

"Yes, we've decided we'll do it. But we're going to put away half the money for savings, if that's alright? The book didn't say anything against that." I inquired.

"Oh, of course, that's alright. As we wrote in the book, the money was for you to do with as you pleased, and I must say you guys a much more responsible than we were. I applaud you." She praised, causing us all to have goofy grins on our faces.

"Well, it's been amazing to come back here and relive everything, but I must be going. I've got an early flight, and I still have a lot to do! Do you mind if I take the scrapbooks with me to shows the others and my children? Am I sure they would get a kick out of it? I'll send them back when I've finished with them." She asked.

"Oh, of course not. We've looked at them like ten times. You can keep them if you want!" Stated Jackson. All of us hoping she wouldn't.

"Oh no, I couldn't; these books belong to this housekeeping them for ourselves is selfish. I hope a lot more people get a chance to look at these. Anyway, thank you. I wish you all good luck and an amazing adventure ahead!" She stated, giving each of our hands a shake before leaving us with grins that wouldn't leave our faces.

"So I say we do the first item on the weekend how's that sound?" Offered Tony, to which we all agreed reluctantly, but it made sense, and it was only a day away.

"Should we open up a bank account for the money? I mean, I'm not comfortable having that much cash in the house!" Stated Chelsea.

"Yeah, me neither!" I agreed along with everyone else, so we decided to open up two joint bank account with all of our names. One was for savings, the other for the bucket list. After doing that, we did our own thing. Now and then, I couldn't help but look over at the black leather-bound book on the table and wish I knew what was inside it.

But pushed the want aside and continued what I was doing.

Before we knew it, the weekend was here, and we were all sitting around the dining room table, anxiety and nerves pretty much controlling the air we were breathing.

"Ok, are we ready? Last chance to back out!" Offered Jackson.

"Dude, just open it!" We all yelled at the same time, causing him to jump a little.

"Ok! Ok! Just checking! So let's see here!" He said in a long-winded tone as he opened the book—some reason as he was doing this, I was expecting. Light to emanate from it, and I could practically hear euphoric music in the background... Damn it.

"Sam!!" I asked in an exasperated tone causing everyone else to chuckle at his idiocy.

"Sorry, just trying to set the mood!" He replied, turning off his phone.

We turned out attention back to the book. From what I could see, there was perfectly printed black writing going down the centre of the lined pages. Our excitement was almost at breaking point as Jackson read the first item.

"First up! Get on a bus in the city and get the other passengers to decide where you get off, spend one hour at each stop. Walk around and buy one thing from the first shop you see. You must do this for the whole day and also do it wearing what the person next to you on your right has on right now. If it doesn't fit, that person gets to choose a ridiculous outfit for the other to wear good luck and remember to document everything."

We each looked at the person next to us! The guys were pretty much wearing the same thing jeans and a version of a t-shirt that would be way too big on us. I was sitting in between Jackson and Sam, and I was wearing a black stretch skirt, a red tube top and a black leather jacket.

"Well, at least I'll be a badass crossdresser!" Stated Sam, causing me to let out a very attractive snort to which he only grinned. I turned to Jackson and saw he was wearing straight-legged acid wash jeans with a black polo that I knew would be like three sizes too big on me. He was on the right of Ricki, who had on skinny black jeans and a dark blue halter top with heels.

"Dude, I'm so not going to be able to fit into your clothes," Jackson stated in a very matter of fact way.

"That's ok. It said if that happened, the other person gets to choose what the other wore." Ricki restated.

"Oh, I can already tell I'm not going to like this." He mumbled. Finally, Tony was on the left of Chelsea, wearing her cheerleading uniform because she had an early morning practice.

"Oh, hell, no!" Stated Tony as he realised this.

"I'm not wearing that!"

"Oh, come on, Tony, you have to. It's the rules!" I reiterated, placing my hand on his, stopping him from leaving. I soon realised I was holding his hand and quickly released it, giving an awkward chuckle.

"Haha, anyway, shall we?" I asked, trying to move without paying attention to the knowing smirks and glances on the others' faces. We quickly changed and made our way down to the bus stop, all of us feeling ridiculous, but I think Jackson was the one that felt the most ridiculous. His outfit included his tracksuit bottoms, no shirt, an ugly looking vest, socks with sandals and a bicycle helmet. Let's say that Ricki had some fun with that outfit.

As we got on the bus, which was practically full of people staring at us like we had three heads, I made my way over to a woman with a ten-year-old sitting next to her.

"Hi, this is going to seem like a weird request, but can I ask if you're going to be on here for a while that you pick a stop for us to get off? We're doing a thing!" I asked awkwardly.

She laughed and replied

"Sure, I mean, it's no weirder than your outfits!" "What's this for exactly?" She asked, seeming intrigued.

"Oh, it's a sort of bucket list thing! Just a bit of fun." I replied.

"Oh, that does sound like fun. Well, you go grab a seat, and I'll give you all a head ups up when it's the time!" She stated.

"Thank you!" I said as she gave me a smile in return. A few minutes later, we've stopped, and she's giving me a wave, letting me know that this was our stop.

"Thanks again! Hey, do you mind if we get a selfie" I asked; she agreed to help, So we all gathered around her and her son and took a photo. After which, I thanked her again as the others got off.

"No worries! I hope you have a great day!" She wished, giving me a final wave as I exited the bus.

"Ok to infinity and beyond!" Yelled out Sam as he made his way down the street.

We went through the same routine throughout the day, catching a bus asking a stranger to decide where we got off. Most were willing. A couple thought we were off our rocker and ignored us. We walked around the place we got off and went into the first we saw.

A couples were ice cream shops and supermarkets, so food and drinks weren't an issue, but a lot of the stuff was useless stuff we'd never use, but my god, was it fun. We took so many selfies it was ridiculous; we even had a couple of people ask for selfies.

We finally got home and collapsed on the couches and the floor with everything scattered around us. I noticed Raphael coming into the room snooping through the bags; I patted him as he made his way past me.

"My God, that was the most exhausting and amazing day I think I've ever had. I could sleep for a week!" Stated Chelsea, which received murmured agreements from the rest of us. We did end up falling asleep in the same position we started in.

We made a move around 10 pm, putting stuff away, having showers, and as for me, I had gathered our phones and was currently downloading all the photos onto the computer so I could take them off the phones, so they had room for the next adventure.

I went to bed thinking if they were all like this, then the book was right. These next two years were going to be the best in our lives.

A couple of weeks have gone by since we started this adventure. I must say I haven't regretted a signal moment, whether it was bungee jumping while making a funny pose. We jumped from the platform to getting hairdressers to choose our hairstyles and shop assistant to choose our costumes and then go for a swim in said costumes in the closet pond. All of it has been incredible, and I can't imagine doing it with anyone else.

We've all become so close it's incredible, particularly Tony and me. He's fantastic, but I think he sees me as a little sister. Ricki and Chels insist that he likes me, but I don't know.

I'm knocked from my thoughts as Sam gives me a slight shove.

"Hey, pay attention! This one, I bet, will be so much more than the others I can feel it. Hehe," he laughed, looking like a kid on Christmas, all giddy and excited. Which just made me want to smile. God, I love these guys.

"Ok, let's see item number six!" Jackson stated, which was the beginning of a very long, windy road which ended up with Ricki and I racing through a shopping centre shoulder to shoulder—wearing matching tutus and tiaras, each holding a chicken with mall cops closely following behind us.

Let's just us if a little black book tells you to don a tutu and tiara, walk into the closest mall and take selfies with the mannequins and then proceed to step around looking guilty to see if you can get a guard to follow you and then the moment they do make a run for it. Then stop suddenly and find out what mall jail is actually like. Please do it! It's hilarious!

We were running for quite a while when we ran out an exit door onto a fire escape. As I look down, suddenly remembering that I hate heights just as much as I hate clowns, I yell out to Ricki.

"I swear, Ricki if I die in this tutu, I'm coming back to haunt your ass. It'll be like the nutcracker meets paranormal activity!"

Just as I finish my little threat, we reach the end of the escape and come face to face with three puffed out security guards.

"Are you done?" Puff out to Ricki, to which she replies

"Yeah, I'm done!" As we hold up our hands, causing the guards to look very confused but didn't question it as they grabbed us and steered us back towards the closet door.

"Hey, how long are you going to keep us here?" Ricki asked as we put behind the cell door in the security room. Only one of the guards staying back with us.

"Until your friends come to pick you up!" Stated the bulky security guard that looked like he was dead on his feet. We sat back down, looked at each other and let out a chuckle.

"Worth it?" Ricki asked as I leant back into the wall.

I grinned, still looking at the floor and replied;

"Totally!" Causing both of us to have another chuckle to ourselves, which the guard didn't seem to like that much as he yelled for us to shut it. But that just made me think of a perfect quote. 'A good friend will visit you in jail; a great friend will bail you out while your best friend will be sitting next to you saying 'damn that was fun!'' I grab Ricki in a sideways hug as she does the same to me.

Just now, the guys and Chels walked in; all of them still had their tutus and tiaras on.

"Hi, we came to get our friends!" Stated Tony.

The guard released a breath and came over and opened the cell door.

"The next time you come here, I expect you all to be on your best behaviour!" He stated.

And to push our luck even more.

"Hey, could you please do us a favour and take a photo of all of us behind bars please!" I asked, causing his face to scrunch up like he would reject us only to let it soften and reply with an ok as he grabbed the camera and let us into the cell.

As he took a couple of photos, we did silly poses and made funny faces causing him to let out a chuckle before going back to serious mode.

"Ok, I've got work to do; go on get out of here!" He demanded, handing back my phone.

"Thank you!" We all shouted as we ran out, heading towards the food court. Just as we were about to reach it, Tony grabs my arm, pulling me to a stop, so I'm looking at him.

"Hey, can I talk to you?" He asked, looking more nervous than he'd ever been.

"Ah.. sure, what's up?" I asked in return.

"Um, I've been thinking a lot, and while I know, we haven't known each other very long and that you might not feel the same way." He stuttered out. The wait is he saying what I think he's saying.

"Would you ever considered going out with me?" He asked, with the last part coming out as more of a whisper, but I caught it all the same. He just asked me out; the guy I've been crushing on for the last six weeks just asked me out. Somebody, please pinch me, so I know this is real.

I must have been taking too long to answer back, he quickly stated.

"I mean, you don't have, it's ok I get it if you don't feel the same way I just..." he didn't get to finish because I cut him off with a kiss, which he deepened as he wrapped his arms around me. When we parted, he placed his forehead to mine and said.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that!"

"Right back at ya!" I replied it was then that we heard a bunch of wolf whistles and catcalls coming from our friends who had found a spot to sit.

"It's about time!" Said Chelsea as we walked up, followed by Jackson!

"Yeah, brother, you finally got the girl!" Earning him a smack on the back of the head.

"Ouch, so violent!" He muttered

"So he does like you, huh?" Asked Ricki

"Crazy, right!" I replied breathlessly.

"Not at all. We've known for quite a while how you two felt about each other it was only a matter of you realising it too." She replied, causing a big and bright grin to occupy my face as Sam came back with some food with Jackson's help.

Looking around this table at this group of misfits I call friends, I can't help but think back to that little black book and how none of this would be possible without it. The gratitude I have for the ones that started, there are no words. As lean into Tony's side, he wraps an arm around my side, pulling closer to him. As I laugh with my friends over the stupidest things, still wearing the tutus and tiaras, I'm left with one thought.

These are the best years of our lives, and how I can't wait for the adventures still ahead of us.