His soul was too deep to explore by those who always swam in the shallow end.
-a.j. lawless
(KEEP IN MIND, CONNECTS TO CHAPTER^^)
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"Beep Beep. Beep." I swiftly press the off button on the vexing alarm.
Monday.
I groaned getting up from the lovely comfort of my bed. Drowsy, I walk to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. After, I left my untamed curls fall loosely on my shoulders. I ran to the kitchen and started to eat some delicious, sugar-rained cereal.
Ugh, why does cereal taste so good. I could honestly have it all da- what the fuck?
I looked at the now empty spot, that seconds ago held my delicious bowl of heaven. Now it was at the hands of Satan.
"Alex! Give it back!"
"Nope!" He said before liking the spoon everywhere. Like that's gonna stop me.
I lung for the bowl, before he did the unthinkable.
"Alex, why did you spit in my cereal! You little son of a bagel!" I narrow my eyes at him.
"What? I was just helping you. You were moaning every time you took a bite. I'm trying to get rid of that weird habit. I mean literally, it's not a good quality. Imagine this," He said putting his empty hand up, "We're at a restaurant, everything's going great. Until, you moan about some delicious pancakes. It could potentially turn into a festival of boners."
I cringe at the thought, all though the boner festival was never going to ensue-I did need to stop moaning every time I have good food-which is like every time I put something in my mouth.
"Fine. You got away with this one."
"Great!" He beamed, before throwing the remainder of my cereal in the sink.
"You butthole!"
"What are you cereal-sy getting mad?" He cackled, while I rolled my eyes. Sobering up, he finished the remainder of his assertion, "I spit on it, I'm not eating that. Gross."
"I could of ate it. Why did you have to spit on it? What a waste!" I screech at him agony.
"I had to spit on it to get on your nerves. Now could you save your screaming for when your in bed with someone." My chin hit the floor as he walked away. Did my little brother just say that?
Yep, and he probably has more experience in bed than you do.
Ugh, shut up. I ignored my conscious while walking to my car. Ugh, my baby. Ryder is my sweet, all black 2009 Dodge Challenger. I love him more than anything in the world.
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I walk into Calcus and was overjoyed when Tanner marched over to me. We walk back to our seats and talk.
Tanner Cremion was my other best friend since 6th grade. Yes, just like Stone his name represented something common about him. He was tan. I envied the olive tone that roamed his skin. He was indubitable popular. His joking persona could make anyone laugh, but his charm was why he launched to such "high rank". The girls just couldn't stop themselves from being smitten with the boy. Hehe, talking about females, Tanner was also gay. Very gay. He was very open about it, but the girls still didn't care. I had overheard that there was this competition to see which girl could turn him straight. Haha, good luck, my best friend is the gayest thing you can find.
