CHAPTER ONE
Journal Entry #1 Hey. Okay, nothing much happened today except well- Okay fine. My room mate Kirk saw this notebook. I swear if this notebook has something in it before I would hurt Kirk. And, if that is what happened , I would harm him if he tells anyone. I just told him this was a spare notebook when infact, it's something else. Also, I googled synonyms for 'diaries' right? Guess what? I got an interesting result. I can call this notebook a journal. That works perfectly because well, I'm also a freelance photographer and I could simply tell people this is the notebook where I keep the names of the people I have worked for before. THAT"S AWESOME. NO ONE WILL EVER SUSPECT ME FOR KEEPING A DIARY! I gotta go and buy some new stuff for myself. Especially food. Knowing kirk has already ate my chips. -Nathan
"Hey Natie Boy" Kirk immediately throwed himself at me when he opened the apartment's door. I yelled at him because he just sat on me and crushed my bones. I probably broke my leg too.
"Seriously, You're not happy to see me?" Kirk punched me. "I thought we were friends"
"Shut up, you premature bitch." I pushed him and he fell down to the floor. He looks like a puppy that's just been yelled at by his owner for doing something wrong. You know, those 'puppy eyes' look. Seeing him do that, IT'S ANNOYING AS FFFFFUUUU.
This pretty much sums up our friendship. We were friends since elementary. He has this annoying trait of being attached so quickly and when he does, GOODLUCK KEEPING HIM OUT OF YOUR WAY.
"I'm not the 'annoying bitch'" Kirk dusted his pants and stood up. "Wasn't that Melissa?"
I nodded. Yes. Melissa Quagmire. I don't know what the fuck that woman wants. She is annoying as kirk. Actually no. Make that a thousand times annoying as Kirk. She never gives up on me. I told her so many times I won't date her but she's still there. That premature desperate bitch. I couldn't really call her desperate. She's rich and can manipulate people to make me show up on a date with her or something. So yeah, Kirk and I decided to go with 'premature bitch' since she is both premature and immature.
"Ow!" I yelled. Man, that was painful. Kirk just threw a coca-cola can at me and it hit my head. "Why'd you do that?"
"Because you called me a premature bitch, jerkface" Kirk said while putting the groceries away. "And for making the apartment look this messy. What if some random girl showed up and --"
I cut him short. "Random girl? You mean the pizza girl you're doting on?"
Kirk threw a bag of chips at me. "Go Fuck yourself Nathan."
I laughed at him. Yup. We're bestfriends.
"Hey" Kirk said. "I heard someone's moving in next door"
"Really? Is it a girl or a guy?" I asked, hoping it wasn't a married couple with children. I still wanna sleep at night you know.
"I don't know. " Kirk said and looked at me.
I gave him the 'Kirk-you-useless-crap' look.
"I'm assuming it's a guy." Kirk said. "The landlady mentioned the name was Georgie. Mrs. Clifford is an old lady that's why she calls people weird. He's probably named George. He probably have a hot girlfriend too, hearing Mrs. Clifford called someone attractive. "
I still glared at him like he's a total idiot.
"You know she calls you Nathy sometimes." Kirk smiled.
I threw a pillow at him.
"Fuck off Kirk."
"Yes Natie." Kirk laughed his head off.
I threw the coca-cola can back at him.
