ANALDESTROYER: FIGHT ME EM
EMILYLOVESPANDAS: Nahhh, I don't fight those who have no chance of winning XP
ANALDESTOYER: Oh yea, you and your 5'4 self. Winning a fight against 6'2 ME
EMILYLOVESPANDAS: It's happened before
ANALDESTROYER: Yea only cuz you kneed me in the crotch, which was so totally NOT okay
EMILYLOVESPANDAS: it t'was a last resort, you had me pinned, what was I suppose to do/
ANALDESTOYER: give in?
EMILYLOVESPANDAS: NEVER
ANALDESTOYER: Aight well I'm coming over, need to talk to ya
EMILYLOVESPANDAS: everything okay?
EMILYLOVESPANDAS: I mean you could just tell me here but if it's something important and you need a 5'4 shoulder to cry on i gotchu fam.
ANALDESTROYER: Ehhh, it's kinda important, i'd just rather tell you in person.
EMILYLOVESPANDAS: Aight, idk whats so important that you can tell me in person and not here. I mean, you broke the news that you lost your V-card on here, so now I'm super uber curious.
ANALDESTROYER: Thats not that big a deal, I'll be over in twenty.
EMILYLOVESPANDAS: Okie dokie, ttyl
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I shut my laptop and push a wet strand of hair back behind my ears. My hair was still damp after my after-work shower. My job is at a local fast food restaurant called Joe's Burgers and Ice Cream. Since Im so small and relatively not exactly what you'd call muscular, I work up front, taking people's orders and handing out cones to little kids. It's not exactly hard, but after a long day at school and four hours of mopping floors (which is what I had to do today) I was exhausted. A cold plate of mashed potatoes and pasta sits on my nightstand, and I poke at the string beans absent mindedly. To be honest I wasn't all that hungry, which is strange, since I usually am always starving. A curt knock on my door makes me get out of bed and open it. My younger brother stands before me, chocolate ice cream smeared across his face. I smile and run my fingers through his blonde curls.
"Hey there little dude, what's up?" I ask him. He wraps his arms around me, and buries his face in my stomach.
"will you play with me?" He begs, his soft voice muffled by my sweater.
"Not right now, Luke is coming over, he says he needs to talk about something important. Later okay?" I tell him. He pouts out his bottom lip and frowns at me.
"Okaaaay, don't be kissing on him okay sissy?" He grins at me, and runs away when my mother calls him up for a bath.
I walk into the living room, my father sits in his leather recliner, grading his classes work. He sighs and pushes his glasses up his straight nose. I tousle his black hair as I walk past and he smiles sadly at me.
"Luke is coming over." I declare, putting my untouched dinner in the fridge. He nods thoughtfully.
"Emily, the kids these days are so inherently stupid I don't know what to do with them." He holds up a paper for me to see, and I nod in agreement.
"You were always so good as a student, still are, I don't know why my class can't be more like how you were." I was in my father's class when I was in fourth grade, both me and Luke were. When I was a sophomore the principal of my dad's school moved him from fourth grade to sixth grade, which was a hard change for him.
