I'm Extremely Embarrassing.

Studio moments. Oh dear lord.

*Warning; Very Colorful Language*

First one about my age, me being younger than Wells;

W: I'm -- going on 4. (seriously though)

Mom: Yeah pretty much. *serious face*

Me: *eyes widen and go into the bistro to laugh*

W: *slightly shocked face* Emma is -- going on 2 and a half.

Me: *goes out and smirks while raising my eyebrow Mikey style* No, I'm -- going on 35.

W: You're not that mature. I'm more mature than you.

Me: No you're not. Honestly, you're one of the most immature human beings I have ever met.

W: *eyes wide* Nu-uh. You're a stupid little (year younger than I actually am bc mah birthday HE DIDN'T EVEN BOTHER TO REMEMBER WHILE I REMEMBERED HIS AND HE EXPECTED THE WHOLE WORLD WHILE I ONLY WANTED A COUPLE CDS AND 3.99 COMICS I MEAN DAMN) year old.

Me: Actually, I'm (actual age), thank you very much. You would know if you actually paid attention.

Second one, Wells has a crush on Elly and it's blatantly obvious;

W: *practically hangs on her and follows her at the competition*

E: *whispers to me* Please get me out of here, please. Anywhere away from him.

Me: *nods and whispers 'run' in her ear while I grab her hand and jerk her to the ladies' dressing room, no boys allowed*

E: Thank god! Thanks so much! Holy crap. *hugs me and sighs* 

Me: *says thanks and scoffs* What a creep. 

*Elly and I shiver*

Third one;

*at Meme and Papa's house*

*Mom and Meme ranting about how much of a douchebag Brian is*

Meme: But you just have to move on through life, and avoid him. (he is HUGE. HUGE!)

Me: *accidentaly slips out of my mouth* It's kinda hard when he's blocking you.

*Mom and Meme start busting out with laughter*

~

Meme: *after hearing all the shit he does* Well, you just can't let him run over you like that.

Me: Yeah, otherwise I'll die.

*Meme and Papa, who just entered the room, hearing the lines, burst into laughter*

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They have this tennis racket electric shock bug zapper thing, and Mom asked to borrow it.

Papa: Nahhh.

Mom: But! I have this huge, fat, ugly, nasty bug around!

Me: Brian?

*They bust out into laughter, amking me join in*

Me: It'll make for a good butt-whooping!

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Mom: If he ever says you need to lose weight, I give you permission, you tell him, "Hang on a sec," get me, and then say, "You're a big fat asshole. Look in the mirror, dickhead." and storm out. 

Me: Can I please just punch him senseless? It's what we all want!

Mom: *sighs and leaves the room to go smoke with Meme*

Me: *talks to self* I just wanna murder the little son of a bitch! He thinks he can persuade me into doing classes I don't want to! Then, he points to his face, pouting, and says, "This is what dissapointment loks like,". 

*****

By the way, I snapped back with me pointing to my face, smirking, and saying, "This is what I don't give a fuck looks like," and stormed off with my Starbucks and still smirked.

That little asshat tried to take my Starbucks and dump it out and tried to take my fake nose stud out.

GETCHO HANDS OFF ME FATTY! YOU FUCKING PERV!