Flaunting LDR

Chapter Twelve - Meeting the Best friends.

eatyourmeatshells: The frames I bought are quite unique. You're in for a big surprise.

Me: Oh really? I'm not gonna get used to your surprises, Mich. I mean, it's Michelle Athena Santillan we're talking about here.

eatyourmeatshells: No, really. You have to cope up with it okay?

Me: It's not vomit, is it?

eatyourmeatshells: Probably. ;)

Me: Michelle, you are horrible.

eatyourmeatshells: I am. I'm your evil goddess, right? I wouldn't be given such a title if I really am not one. (;

Me: You left out beautiful. Evil Beautiful goddess Michelle Athena. 

eatyourmeatshells: Anyway, the goofy photo, it better be really goofy, okay? Not just you smiling wider than usual, or you opening your mouth with stupid hand gestures. Your face should be goofy. Messed up goofy.

Messed up goofy. I guess the photo I printed was messed up goofy enough. Don't bother asking me what type of face I took. I only permit Michelle to see that photo.

Me: You'll be proud to show it off and make fun of me when you get it. Your mom would love me even more. ;)

eatyourmeatshells: My mom loves everyone. Too bad for you.

Me: She does? And here I thought I was special.

eatyourmeatshells: Just kidding. She hates her evil sister, so, you're quite special too.

Me: Evil sister. Meaning your tita?

eatyourmeatshells: Exactly. You're getting a hang of our language, Marc. Mom would absolutely love you even more.

Me: Will you do the same thing too?

eatyourmeatshells: No.

Me: I sure would love me too though.

eatyourmeatshells: Narcissist. Didn't know you lived in the same era and mythology as I do.

Me: I'm blessed to be. Oh yeah, Mich?

eatyourmeatshells: Mh?

Me: I wrapped the package. I neatly wrapped it, so your worries are covered. The box is wrapped with a wrapper that I know you'll find cute. I also wrapped the frames with newspaper to keep it safe during its flight. It's neatly wrapped too, by the way. Thought I just let you know. 

eatyourmeatshells: Awww. :> That's so sweet. Thanks Marc. But you really didn't have to do the neat freak thing on me. I'm cool with it. I'm not really a freak for neatness and cleanliness. I just want things in order as much as possible. But I really am a messed up person. But really, thanks. :>

I'm sweet. Oh God, I'm sweet. Good Lord, I'M SWEET!

Me: I just thought you should get a nice package and not just something I'll wrap in papers and plastic. You deserve the hard work I put into it.

eatyourmeatshells: Uh-oh. I did exactly what you just said. :/

Me: Ouch. I deserve some hard work too, you know?

eatyourmeatshells: Just kidding. :) You know, I get all girly when it comes to presents and all. I get so pumped up to get to the mall and buy the things needed like the boxes and especially the wrappers. So, you get a good box too. BUUUUT. I put a little twist to it. ;)

A twist ey? Bring it on.

Me: A twist, I see. I'll prepare myself for a surprise.

eatyourmeatshells: Hey, gotta sleep already. You don’t want me looking weak for your night Skype. I'll beep you as soon as I Kaboom!