It's not you, it's me--//DISCONTINUED//

The gossip

I woke up, after the night of the meet up. It wasn't exactly a date, so I will call it a meet up. Drool was all over my chin from exhaustion.

I look up at my TV.

Now I am scared.

My TV is on Hallmark channel, and I am watching my grandmother's favorite show.

Little house on the prairie.

And I purposely turned my TV to Nickelodeon and took out the batteries from my remote and put them in my pillowcase.

I open my pillowcase.

No batteries.

I wrote on the batteries I took out.

I open the back of my remote.

The batteries say "Jen T" on them.

I'm scared now.

Someone is fucking with me.

I go out, this time my mother has a pen in one hand and a fork with mystery meat on it.

Used to it now, I guess.

I go into the livingroom and look at the front door.

My heart beat goes back to normal a little. It is shut and locked.

Then I remembered.

We have been broken into before, so we got security cameras.

I check them.

I set it back until I see something, and I let out a huge laugh.

My mom sleep walked.

I send a text of what happened to Niall. I check the time. 10:40.

Again, I receive an immediate response.

"Wow. That is strange. You should record it next time. Its a nice day, wanna meet me at Hilling park at noon?"

I text "Yes, sounds great."

I get fixed up at around 11:00 and head over at about ten till noon.

I show up, and see his car, and park into an empty space beside him.

I get out and go over to him.

"Hey, what's up?" I say.

"Nothing much, nice Sunday," he says, eyes squinted in the sun, pulling sunglasses from his rear view mirror and shutting the door.

We go on a walk, and have chats about TV shows and gossip, yes gossip, Niall keeps up, until we get to Shelby.

"She looks exactly like you, just blonde!" he says.

"That's what I thought! She was bragging about her face and body, I was thinking we could be twins! By looks atleast, the little goat soul-sucker. Haha," I say with a grin.

"I don't see why she is bragging about blonde. She is pretty in the face, I personally prefer brunettes," Then realizing what he said, that she would be pretty with brown hair, who we just agreed was me, he turned a bit pink.

"But you know what? She is a bitch who needs to suck goat souls to live. You are a way better person then her. She needs to suck a duck and shut up," he says with a smile.

"Thanks...." I say.

We get on other topics and become closer as friends, and he is now nearly as good a best friend as Kimmie, who I have known since Kindergarten....