EMILYLOVESPANDAS: Hey Luke
ANALDESTROYER: Wassup
EMILYLOVESPANDAS: the ceiling
ANALDESTROYER: stfu
EMILYLOVESPANDAS: you stfu
ANALDESTROYER: why you hate me??
EMILYLOVESPANDAS: I don't hate you, I just find you extremely annoying
ANALDESTROYER: YOU HATE MEEEEE
EMILYLOVESPANDAS: *shrug* aight then
ANALDESTROYER: so Jennifer texted me today
EMILYLOVESPANDAS: did you tell that bitch off?
ANALDESTROYER: Yep.
EMILYLOVESPANDAS: Yay! haha you get a gold star sticker
ANALDESTROYER: Nah Im good. she was all like, Babe Im sorry I didn't mean it and all this shit.
EMILYLOVESPANDAS: *barf* what bull. If you weren't important enough to her for her to cheat on you then she don't deserve you.
ANALDESTROYER: yeah I know, I got so mad when I read that, I cussed her out over text pretty good.
EMILYLOVESPANDAS: good for you, another gold star sticker!!!
ANALDESTROYER: Lol Thanx
EMILYLOVESPANDAS: Np, so when are ya coming into town next?
ANALDESTROYER: Next weekend if you wanna hang out.
EMILYLOVESPANDAS: Aight, I'll have to call in "sick" @ work tho so I can have saturday off.
ANALDESTROYER: yeee
EMILYLOVESPANDAS: so everything good with you? No more cutting I hope.
ANALDESTROYER: Yea I'm okay, my wrists are clean of any scars or marks.
EMILYLOVESPANDAS: That's good. Lets KEEP it that way. I don't wanna have to wrap you up again.
ANALDESTROYER: Yeee
EMILYLOVESPANDAS: Mmhmm.
ANALDESTROYER: Soooo whatr you doin?
EMILYLOVESPANDAS: geometry
ANALDESTROYER: LAAAAAAAME
EMILYLOVESPANDAS: lol and what are you doing that is oh so much better???
ANALDESTROYER: watchin Dexter, and algebra B work
EMILYLOVESPANDAS: mhm, and you accuse ME of being lame, when you're doing almost the same thing. Except stupider :P
ANALDESTROYER: stfu
ANALDESTROYER: Dexter is love, dexter is life
EMILYLOVESPANDAS: I thought Dungeons and Dragons was??? Btw when are you coming into town next we need to play
ANALDESTROYER: I already told you, this next weekend. And D&D is too pervy and awesome for you ;)
EMILYLOVESPANDAS: you realize that I was the first person you played with right???
ANALDESTROYER: damnit yea that was you
EMILYLOVESPANDAS: Yeee
ANALDESTROYER: OI YOU CANT STEAL THAT
EMILYLOVESPANDAS: YEEEE I CAN
ANALDESTROYER: grrrrrr
EMILYLOVESPANDAS: lol you're adorable when you're mad
ANALDESTROYER: GRRRRRRR
EMILYLOVESPANDAS: so I need some advice, theres this cute guy at school and I kinda like him
ANALDESTROYER: I aint gay how could i help you with this
EMILYLOVESPANDAS: cuz you're a guy....?? C'mon please???
ANALDESTROYER: Who is this guy?
EMILYLOVESPANDAS: Ryan Harris
ANALDESTROYER: HIM??? Em, for reals you need better taste in guys
EMILYLOVESPANDAS: Stfu he's kind, and has a great sense of humor.
ANALDESTROYER: Well so do I, but, c'mon Em.
EMILYLOVESPANDAS: If you're not going to help me then I'm out. I never said anything bad about Jennifer when you were with her, even though I hated her!
ANALDESTROYER: You only hated her cuz she has everything you don't
EMILYLOVESPANDAS has left the chat
"Shit." I mumble to myself. I close my laptop and run my fingers through my curly brown hair. I didn't mean to upset Emily, but I don't necessarily take back what I said either. Jennifer...well, had everything. Blonde hair, height, big boobs, blue eyes and I'd be lying if I said every guy in school wanted her. Emily is so small, with dark straight hair that tangles because she never brushes it, and she wears oversized sweaters from the eighties. Don't get me wrong, Em was a hell-of-a chick, brave and smart and sarcastic as all hell.
I gently place my laptop in it's drawer on my desk and stare out my window. The sun is high in the sky, and the small rustic town set out before me is bustling with Native life. I remember the city, back before my mom made us move, when me and the guys would play D&D every week, Emily sometimes tagging along when we let her. Most of the guys didn't like it when she played, she has mad skills when it comes to that game, and it's kind of intimidating to let this tiny female beat you at a man's game.
"Dude just dump her" My friend Marty had advised, even though me and Emily were not dating, the guys always joked that we were.
"Why? Because she beat you AGAIN at D&D?" I countered. Marty's round face flushed, and he glared at the ground. He hated being beat.
When I told Emily later that the guys didn't want her playing with us anymore, she shrugged it off so easily, saying she understood.
A tight knot formed in my stomach and rose slowly into my throat. I'll call her later and apologize. I told myself.
"LUUUUUUKE!" my overbearing mother screeched from the upstairs. I groan and pull on a random pair of jean littering my floor.
"LUUUUUUUUUUUUUKE!!" She yells again, and I flinch. I swear that woman as the most god awful voice on the face of the planet.
"COMING!" I shout back to her. I run up the stairs skipping every other one, and emerge into our small chartreuse kitchen.
"I'm right here," I tell her. Her back is to me, attention fully fixed on the bacon in a skillet on the stove top.
"Oh, it's time for breakfast." She explains, displaying the blackened bacon in a pan. My stomach lurches at the sight of it.
"Um, I'm good, thanks though." I tell her, grabbing my door handle and slowly stepping back into my entrance to my room. My mother's eyes bore deep into me and she cocks her head to the side.
"Not even a bite? I Made it just for you." Jesus my mom can be so creepy sometimes.
"No, I'm really not hungry. I'll be in my room okay BYE!" I quickly close the door behind me and retreat back to my room.
Okay, I say aloud to myself, time to call Em.
