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Queen Clumsy: Chapter 4 ~ Oh my God! It's my First Party!
Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday flew by.
Surprisingly, Alec and I bonded over the three days.
I think the correct term to describe our relationship is...
...frenemies?
It turns out, he and I have more things in common than we thought. And no, those things were not my allergy of oranges or the fact that I'm short af.
However, we seemed to both like cats better than dogs, skittles better than M&Ms, and we both like Twenty One Pilots to some extent. And what made it better was the fact that I sucked at remembering things and he sucked at writing. Let's just say, we helped each other out more than I thought.
As he helped me with remembering things, and I helped him with writing, I guess we became friends. However, he still annoys the shit out of me, and friends don't do that, so I guess we're not really friends.
On Wednesday, Alec decided to wake me up by blasting heavy metal music into my ears. Let's just say, I learned my lesson and from that day on, I will always lock my windows before going to bed.
For the rest of Wednesday, Alec was surprisingly nice to me. I guess he felt bad about making my ears bleed.
In fact, now that I think about it, he was actually really nice to me on Wednesday. He saved a seat for me at lunch, he didn't annoy me as much, he helped me with questions I didn't understand, he didn't make fun of me, and he didn't barge into my room, uninvited, with a smirk on his face.
That, my friends, is the definition of being blessed.
However, that did not last long.
Because on Thursday, he was annoying the crap out of me and being a pain in my as- behind. He wouldn't stop annoying me, he wouldn't stop poking me, and worst of all, he wouldn't wipe that goddamn smirk off of his goddamn face.
Instead of saving a seat for me and helping me with things I didn't understand (like the fact how he would keep smirking even if he was bleeding to death in an abandoned alleyway), he would constantly bug me and ask simple questions like "Do you breathe air?" Why yes, Alec, I do breathe air. But if you don't stop bothering me, YOU WON'T BE BREATHING AIR 'CAUSE YOU WOULD BE DEAD!
Ahem.
Thursday was an absolute pain in the booty, and it was all because Alec wouldn't stop annoying me.
If you grabbed a dictionary and looked under hell, this Thursday would have been under it...
After Monday of course.
Which would also be after a picture of Alec's handsome, but annoying face.
Monday will always be hell even if your birthday is on a Monday. Sorry, best of luck to you. At least it won't be next year.
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Queen Clumsy
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