I'm writing this story for a very dear friend of mine that I met right here in Wattpad! But I'm not gonna name names. Hihihi. :"> I hope she'll be able to read this and that this story will be worth reading (and that she'll know that this is for her! Hahaha!). THANK YOU mikeekaii for the cover! :"> Listening to You Belong With Me by Taylor Swift while writing this... Enjoy!
...On the twelfth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Twelve drummers drumming,
Eleven pipers piping,
Ten lords a-leaping,
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree!
"Hey Z! It's the middle of June! Do I have to throw coins at you to make you shut up?" And I hear his footsteps as he runs up to my attic room.
What? I know Christmas is still half a year away. But I just love this song! It mentions my favorite animal of all: turtle doves!
"Go back to your cave, Garret!" I replied while I tried stiffling my laughter. That's my best friend, come to make sure that he completes his goal of mocking me at least once a day. An awesome friend, right?
"What are you doing here anyway? Escaping from the wicked witch of pompoms and megaphones?" I tell him as he enters my room, turning off my stereo.
"Ha-ha. Really funny, Z", he replied sarcastically, with eyes shooting daggers at me. "I brought some of mom's barbecue and lasagna for your dad, she worries that you might be feeding your pop with nothing but chips and cola."
Okay, so King Mockingd*ck is here. Alleluia!
Oh yeah, first of all, I'm Zane. Credit goes to my genius of a dad for naming me such a normal name.
My mom died when I was born, so I grew up with my dad. I love him, I really do! But hey, boys will be boys. I still see myself as the luckiest girl in the world for having such an awesome dad, even if he, more often than not, sides with my best friend, Garret, in all things.
So as I've said, Garret's my best friend. He's the son of my mom's best friend. His mom and dad are like my second parents, and mine his, helping us around most of the time. So I had no choice but to get along with Garret. He alone calls me Z.
Speaking of Garret, he has made himself comfortable on the sofa beside my study table. Too comfortable to notice my pillow closing in on him.
And... score! Hahaha!
"See? Chips and cola has not affected my marksmanship at all." I say, standing on my bed so proud of my accomplishment.
"Oh really, but I heard those make you a slower runner than you already are."
And again, we chase each other around my room, laughing like crazy kids.
And yeah, we're in college by the way. Don't judge us, please. Hahaha!
"Got 'ya!" And I feel myself being tackled unto my fortress of comforters and pillows, and my awesome best friend tickling me to death. I knew I shouldn't have told him my weak spots!
