Mhmm...final year of high school. I have a lot to do in so little time! Eight months? I need to start drafting my check list.
"Final year! Final year! Here I come! Lemme see, kiss ten random guys for fun, hook-up with two guys for each semester...that's two boyfriends, one per semester...who cares? Who wants a long-term relationship? Well, not me. Psssh! I'm too young for that! The list, the list...umm... club every other Friday night...wait! I'm sixteen. Scrap that!
"You can always work your way around that." Larissa suggested.
"Yea. That's true. So... club is right back on! Hit the gym every club-less Friday, reduce twenty percent of calory intake..."
"Hold on!" Larissa interjected. "What about getting A's and being a good girl to get on the graduation list?"
"Seriously? I've been doing that all year round!"
"And...?"
"And this is just an additional list! You don't expect me to write stuff like that on it? Study, get A's, eat, sleep... I do those everyday! Well, not everyday, but as I said, I've been doing them all year round. So what's the point of putting those on?"
"OK. I get you. I get you."
"You better!"
"But your list is still boring!"
"So what do you suggest? Ok, I have an idea! You dare me two things, and I do the same."
"And what if you don't execute your part of the contract?"
"Why does it has to be me not executing my part, and who said this was a contract?"
"Well... I did!"
Bestfriends. That's all they are good for! Larissa is my so-called best friend. I've known her since first grade. I love her, but she can be a bitch at times!
"So...dare me."
"Ok...lemme see..." she strokes her chin then smirks at me. "Can I ask you a question first?"
"Sure. Go ahead."
"Have you ever thought about us being more than just friends?"
"Well, we are more than just friends. We are best friends."
This is getting creepy!
"I know that. But..."
"But...?"
"I mean..."
"You mean...?"
"You know, girlfriends."
"As in us being female friends, or girlfriend girlfriends?"
"Girlfriend girlfr..."
Before she could continue.
"No I have never thought about that. Continue with the dare."
"Cause I haven't either!" Larissa added, then laughed. "That was just a joke."
"Yea. Continue with the dare."
"You're just so robotic and boring! At times."
"Why would you say such? You sound annoyed. Is it because I said I have never thought about your question?"
"No. It's just that the dare wouldn't be possible if you haven't. I wanted to dare you to make out with a girl which could possibly be me."
"Of course it would be possible. One doesn't have be your girlfriend for you to make out with them. I've made out with guys that weren't my boyfriend before. My brother's best friend and a guy that I had a crush on in third grade."
"Too much information."
"But you know this already. Since you're hesitating, I dare you to pull off the best classroom prank on your most hated teacher and write a love letter, pretending to be Ms. Noble and put it in Mr. Frank's box."
"Easy peasy cheesy! Since you want final year experience on your list, I dare you to make out with a female of your choice and to get drunk and do something crazy!"
"Like killing my lil sis when she put's my makeup on?"
"Seriously? And the first one won't be so easy. I'm telling you from now. You might turn other people off or creep them out."
"Why does this sound like you want it to be you?"
"No I don't."
"Good."
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RandomSixteen year old Emily is immersed socially like every other teen. It's the phase where teens traverse to the feverish world and back...peer pressure...yes...at the top of the list. Drugs, alcohol, sex, delinquency...well, I am just generalizing. Em...