He calls me by a nickname that no one has ever called me by before. It's crazy that three little letters can make me feel more special than my parents ever did. He, being my roommate took me on a date today. We had lunch at this little diner and then he took me to this park in his little black car. The car is so vintage that the girls must swoon before they even see the hot man inside. At any rate, he has some slingshots in the back of his mustang. He taught me how to aim these slingshots. Have any of you ever been taught how to aim a slingshot? If you have you'll know that the teacher has to press their body tight against the back of the student. And I gotta say, BEST DATE EVER. I had horrible aim, but he never laughed at me, only with me. He was so sweet and gentle that I still don't understand where he got all of those scars. I kind of feel guilty, sitting all alone in our dorm room when he's at his dad's house spending the rest of the weekend with his family. I'm writing about him and posting it to the world.
Well, this is me, signing off,
Jimmy
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Call Me Jimmy
FanfictionDean's first time away from home gets a rough start one night when he parties a little top hard and wakes up to a weird roommate. It only gets weirder once he stumbles upon a blog called "Call Me Jimmy" . Recently this blog has been posting stories...
