Someone, Somewhere (Sequel to The Lavery Twins)

Someone, Somewhere - Chapter 9

WOO FINALLY AT CHAPTER 10, MY GOD. Like I was literally getting wrinkles and grey hair, and my ass was even starting to sag before I finally started this chapter.

Yeah. *Awkward silence*

BUT THAT'S ALRIGHT KIDS, 'CAUSE MY DAMN WRIST IS HEALED ENOUGH FOR ME TO TYPE. YEAHYEAH.

I don't even know, Iately I've been in a really weird, crazy ass psychotic mood, ya know? Like, I'm always weird....but lately I've just been weisdaijhdsfihbakisbdfrd. Maybe it's the medication....or hormones....I don't even know l o l.

 So yeah, just wanna point some things out before I begin -- things that apply to ALL my stories. You don't have to read (I know it's long lol sorry), but I suggest you do just because.

1) I can actually swear to you all that I am honestly amazing at english. I'm on the honour roll and everything from how well I've been doing in academic english. I'M NOT STUPID OR GRAMMAR-DISFUNCTIONED OKAY? I just like to act like I am, especially with my stories. I don't know, I just find them more entertaining to write when I don't even try to be professional. When my characters speak, and they talk like ghetto-ass ratchets....it's purposely purposed. Ya feel me? You better.

2) Okay, *sighs*....here's the thing. A lot of times, especially when I'm working on more than one stories at a time...I get mixed up between characters, plots and etc. Sometimes I will forget someone's name...or last name. Sometimes I will forget what happened in the previous chapter -- sometimes I'll be too lazy to go back and read the whole chapter so I can figure it out. No. I don't have time for that... SO YES. If you're reading any of my stories, and you notice random errors or mistakes I've made in whatever department....JUST IGNORE IT.

Like sure, if you're a damn wattpad police or something, and you feel like you just GOTTA point out small little misfunctions, god just go ahead. I'll just ignore it anyways because AINT NOBODY (ME) GOT TIME TO FIX STUFF LIKE THAT. Wattpad is a website for people to share stories....yeah, of course there are people who take it seriously (honestly, good for them, I respect that).... but then there are people like MOI...who just enjoy writing random-ass stories because it's something they like to do. I did not expect my stories to get the amount of reads they have, like shetttt man I still can't get over this. But clearly, whoever fans me or likes my stories must like them because of how I write them...right? 

So yeah. That's basically it. Just wanted to throw some rambles out there.

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Chapter 9.

 A L L Y

 "Hello, welcome to Starbucks--" You ugly whores "--What can I get for you?"

 The two girls ready to order all looked up at the menu board, thinking of what to get. I just stood there, silently wishing their stick-straight hair could catch on fire or something. Seriously, you can't think of what you want from standing in the line for a good 10 minutes? Trying not to show my irritation, I took a look at the line behind the girls, and sighed. It's going to be a long-ass day.

 "Uh, yeah hey," one of them said, who looked to be about 14 or so. "I'll have a Grande...um....uh...." she glanced at her friend, probably silently asking for her help. HELP? WHAT YOU CAN'T--