2014. MAY. 8. AFTERNOON.
"Pandy, Panda, Pandy, Panda." Ashley, Cherry, and I were chanting in unison. To normal people, this sight would have been scary, but I guess we were young and gold and bold back then so people running and screaming with their hands flung in the air didn't seem to bother us at all.
"God, bamboo and pandas sure give you a lot of inspiration," I chuckled. Life was good now. Just the three of us. Ashley, Cherry, and me.
We had been coming up with lyrics and tunes for our band, Addiction. Amazing name, I know (I mean, it almost was named the Great Depression), and we have one song finished and three somewhat close.
"If I were a panda, I would name myself Pandora, and may-be Pandy for short," Ashley shrieked into my ear, and I jumped, I'd say, three to four feet. Cherry doubled up in laughter, hugging her sides, which I assume would be awfully sore by now.
"Oh-my-God, ASHLEY!" I panted out through gasps of hysteria. Even the pandas were staring at us by now.
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The Story of Us-Best Friends...and It's How It Will End
RandomCherry, to be honest, I had no idea what to give you. Frankly, all these presents before this one were stupid and meaningless, because I had sillily scrambled, panicked, to conjure up something worth what you had given me-I'm being honest to God. So...
