Eleven-Eleven (ON HOLD)

Admitting It For Real -- Not.

This time, I started.

Hmmkays, all set.

Wow, ur so weird. I love how u spell tht tho.

Thank ya, thank ya very much. To the weird part and the way I spell that(:

Lol wow.

Yeah… so can we… talk?

We r tlking. Unless u don’t count PT anymore…

PT was another one of our random throw offs. It stood for pencil/pen talk.

Of course I count PT. I meant about last night.

Of course. U no u cn tlk to me, about watevs.

Wow, out of all the texting and PTing we’ve done, ive never seen u type/write tht. I do, but u don’t. I think uve been round me to long now(:

This could be true. Actually, it probably is true. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Where had I heard that before? He was so unoriginal. But could that have been a supporting detail of his statement last night? Oh God, I sounded like my freaking Creative Writing teacher.

Ahem, is that your way of saying I love you? Haha(:

Well…

All I get is a well? And oh look, you used three dots. Do those three dots mean the same thing my sets of three dots always mean?

Shut it. Just shut it.

Shut what, darling? My mouth isn’t open. Another glorious advantage of PT.

You are such a jerk. Why do I even hang out with you?

Ask me how many times Ive said that before……..

Oh whatever.

So you ignored my question.

You never asked a question I didn’t answer. I told you you could tlk to me bout watevs and you went off on a laughing fit. Not my problem.

Ha, funny, you tried to do it again. I asked if the dots meant I love you.

This technically was talking about last night. It was a much related subject. It was my indirect, flirty way of getting the answers I wanted so badly. I didn’t want them, I needed them.

     Just then, Mrs. Underwood got serious about the lesson that was on the board. I motioned a never mind to him, and ripped my paper in half to show the conversation was over, and might be picked up some other time. He nodded and did the same. We gave each other one half of the paper we had; it was yet another throw off. I’d learned many years ago that anyone that sees a piece of paper go in the trash was sure to go after it. And while the stuff that was on that paper wasn’t so bad, more often than not it was horrible. And this was just another way to ensure our records weren’t littered with crap.

    The day drug on, and we didn’t really get a chance to talk again, even in the periods where we sat next to each other. It seemed like fate didn’t want to hand me the truth at all, let alone on the silver platter I wanted it on. It was something so simple, so straightforward…… but so complicated, so difficult. Why was my life so hard? Better question, could it get any harder?

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Hehe(: sorry for shortness, but I have many stories to tend to, and this is just the newest. I can always come back and add if I really deem it necessary. Which I probably won’t because that just seems like the perfect chapter break. So yeah. And if any of you come up with any chapter names…. I’d love to hear ‘em. Mine are cheesy and all, but I got nothin’ better. And it bothers the crap out of me when people just leave the chapters all titled (Name of Book) [1], (Name of Book) [2]. It drives me craxxi. So yeah(: help much appreciated(: thanks for reading, and happy reading(:

Kace(: