(Mia P.O.V.)
MY HOUSE IN BUDAPEST
GOLDEN GRAND PIANO
MY BEAUTIFUL CASTILLO
Wait, what am I doing with my life?
Ew. Taylor and Mitch need to go get a room. Like now.
"Keep it in your pants." I say, as I walk by then.
"What? Why?" Taylor says.
"You guys are disgusting."
"How are we disgusting?"
"Hey Ian, have you seen what these two have been like?" I ask.
"Yes. It is disgusting."
"Come here. Let's show them what they are like."
"Oh. Moy. Gawd. Mitch. You are so hawt." Ian says.
"Oh, yeah. Look at deez muscles. Strong from lacrosse." I mock
"I know. I can handle a long stick."
"Wanna go handle a different long stick? It may be too long."
"Yeah sure. In the locker room?"
"The last part we made up, but that is what you are like."
"I don't have that long of a stick. It is not a defense stick. It is a offense stick." Taylor says.
"And how long is it?"
"Three feet."
"Is three feet long?" I ask Ian.
"Yes it is long."
"So I think Tay can handle long sticks."
"Stop saying that. It sounds disgusting."
"I will if you admit you can handle long sticks."
"No."
"You. Can. Handle. Long."
"Don't finish that sentance." Tay threatens.
"Sticks!" Ian yells.
"My god, you would make a good couple." Taylor says.
"We would, but then if we broke up, it would be awkward picking on you guys." I say.
"We shoild give it a try." Ian says.
"Why not?" I say.
"I will text you." Ian says.
"Get a room." Mitch says.
"What why?" I tease.
"Have you seen each other?" Taylor asks.
"Yes, and we are no where as gross as you are." Ian says.
"More gross." Mitch says.
"No, you is gross." Ian says.
"Is?" I ask.
"You get the drift." Mitch and Ian says at the same time.
"Thanks bro."
"No prob." Mitch says, bringing Ian in to a bro hug.
"Mia, I think we need to create a shipname for Ian and Mitch."
"How about Mitchian?" I ask.
"That works. Why not Mitchian?"
"ZOMG IAN WE HAVE A SHIP NAME!!!" Mitch yells.
"ZOMG MITCH!!"
"You guys are so odd." Taylor says.
"Well, it is Mitchian."
"Yeah. We are pretty odd." Ian says.
"Yez we are." Mitch yells.
"Alright. This is study hall and I still have not done my homework." I say.
"Which class?"
"Pre-Calc."
"It is really easy. It will probably take you five minutes."
"Good. We only have six minutes left." I say, pulling out my textbook and homework.
Urgent note!
My ex sent me a text saying "I love you." What do I respond with? (I broke up with him. He was more clingy than wet cling wrap.)
My iPod's screen died. Well, it was pretty dead. Oh well.
My cousin told me that I need to stop giving my little brother beans. Not sure how to respond to that.
