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Dear Diary,
Day 3,165 and eleven hours and I'm still in love with the same boy.
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"OH. MY. GOD!" Paige screamed as she barged into my blue bedroom and plopped down on my bed.
"You're in. You did it babe you're officially in. So how was it? What did you say? What did he say? Did. You. Makeout?" The hyperactive blonde rambled out, turning on her stomach and swinging her white cheer shoe clad feet behind her.
Paige Lawson. Other best friend since three (very important cause I don't think Nate would've wanted to hear about period cramps and hot guys) Captain of the WMHS cheerleading squad. Total somebody. To be honest I don't even know how we are friends.
A small laugh escaped my pink lips as I plopped down in a chair beside her "Of course we didn't makeout Paige. I'm not his type. He wants a blonde haired, beautiful, cheerleading, Barbie doll. So in short, he wants a you. Not a me." My eyes lowered to my navy painted fingernails that were chipped from picking at them as a nervous habit. A sigh escaped my best friend's mouth.
"You know there is a spot on the squad if you want it. As captain I do indeed have that power."
"You can't be serious." I laughed "I can barely touch my toes."
Taking a powerful stance she stood off my bed and blew a fake whistle "Barely touch my toes my ass. When I'm done with you, you will be able to touch your toes with your nose."
"Well now that just sounds disturbing."
Before she could comment i heard a loud, familiar, obnoxious, voice from the doorway,
"Hey hot stuff what's up?" Charlie smiled winking at my best friend whilst she eyed him with disgust.
Charlie Maxwell. Annoying little brother. Complete dweeb. Not really sure where he fits in seeing as though he's a geeky, smart kid that tries to hang around popular people. Oh and he has an obsession with my best friend Paige.
"Get out Charlie!" I growled tossing a pillow his way.
"Woah, woah, woah sis. You're at a nine, i'm gonna need you to take i down to about a four. I just came to see my lady." He commented winking at Paige again which made her gag.
"First off i am not your "lady" and second, I would rather date a possessed weasel than date you Maxwell." She spat, eying my brother with bright blue daggers.
This didn't effect him much as he stood his grounds "Feisty. I like it."
"You're revolting! Now get the hell out of my room before I tell mom!" I screamed. Tossing a heavier pillow this time.
"Tattle tale."
"Loser."
"Buttface."
"Cry baby."
"Bitch."
"Jerk."
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You got to meet two characters so yay for you and me.
Vote and comment if you realized that supernatural reference at the end and if you didn't vote and comment anyways.
Solid.
Xoxo Cara oxoX
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