#453 - shanedawson
^^^^ tysm <3
"You're not what I expected"
"I know"
Danielle Anata Dobrik is quite messy. Her heart is very fragile. Like glass, It can be broken but never be replaced. Danielle is David Dobrik's twin sister, as well as Logan, Mad...
I COULDN'T SLEEP. Especially because of how excited I was to explore Logan's house! It'll be good for the vlog this week. So, I slither through Zach's warmth of his arms. He jolts up, which actually looks like he's awoken from a nightmare, and stares at me. "Hey, where are you going," He says, well, mumbles. "To go, cook, I couldn't sleep so I might as well cook breakfast. I've got to go get dressed, too" I say while going through my suitcase. "Well, I'll go back to sleep. Goodnight, Danielle" He mumbles. What a cute little boy. I go into the bathroom and start putting on my outfit for the day,
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I put on this geometry dress that makes me look smarter? I guess. Maybe not. I go into the kitchen and start making these birthday cake pancakes and waffles. I make grits, eggs, and sausages as well. Lots of bowls. Tons of food. ---- ----------------------- -- ------------------ - ----------- - - ------------- --
8:00 am
LOGAN WALKS IN, sees me and asks, "What the hell are you doing up so early?" I tell him that I couldn't sleep, so I made breakfast. "Ooo, looks fancy-ey," He says with a ring. I laugh at him. I get my camera out my bag and start the vlog-ish thing. "HELLOOOOOOOOOOOO! Welcome to my monthly-weekly vlog thing that happens every month. Ish. I'm here with Logan P and here he is" I say, laughing at him. He holds up rock hand signs with his tongue out. He's such a little kid.
After I was done recording that part of my vlog, Logan and I pat on the couch watching tv. David and Zach come out and David runs over to me. He kisses my cheek and I push him away. Zach looks a little... angry. Red-faced chipmunk. The one I allegedly like. Well, It's not alleged anymore. Quite obvious now; to me anyways. Zach walks over the to couch and sits next to me. David sits on the other side of me. I hold out a hand and high-five David. "Where's Liza?" I ask, generally confused. I literally love Liza. She's such a kid. "She's still asleep. Where's Joey?" David asks me. I laugh. "Joey wasn't invited, sadly. I love Joey" I tell David, lightheartedly. "I know. He loves you, too. When did you guys meet anyways" David asks, generally confused. "Lunch, sixth grade," I say with a smile. He snorts. "That's a long time" He states. "Yup" I laugh. Zach looks mad. Like beyond angry, furious. Why? I don't know. He looks like a cherry. A cute cherry. "Zach you good?" I ask with a laugh. "I gotta talk to you," He says. I shrug and we walk into a corner. "Why the f!?k were you flirting with that 'David' guy? I thought we were a thing. I thought you liked me!" He whispers/yells. I can't tell. I get a little angry but I calm myself down. He's getting jealous. He won't let me talk to other boys. I laugh at the thought. It's true, isn't it? "David is my damn brother! Now, sir, you need to change your tone." Is what I managed to say. I didn't have the confidence to say anything too risky. "No he f!?king isn't! That shows that you're a fucking whore. Why the hell do you want to lie to me? You're always flirting with other men! I thought we had a connection." What a bitch! He's such a f!?ktard! I hate the sh!t out of him! That last one wasn't true. But he's out of his lane. How the hell is he going to tell me who I'm related to and who I'm not related to?! "Look f!?ktard, you need to check your little due date on relationships. We're not dating. We'll most likely never be anymore. David is my fucking brother and you're not going to tell me that he isn't. Why the hell do you think you have fucking authority to even DARE to think to tell me who my relatives are and who they aren't. Last time I checked, I have 4 siblings. David, Ester, Sara, and Toby. You're not going to fucking tell me who I'm related to and who I'm not related to. Check the clock, we're still going to be fucking acquaintances." I stormed away, outside, to my car, and to my house.
I thought we had a perfect friendship, maybe not. "Perfect" doesn't exist. Not anymore anyway. He's just as shitty as Jack was back then. He'll still be an erected dick, crazy, mental and stupid. Dare I even say isolated from ever being normal.
