Chenel's POV
(!)#*#*! #(*!)( AIRPORT #*)!(#*!# !*$& :P !(#)$)@(*$&*(#$%^&*@%^ NCT 127 :O !!!!%^*(!&*$@B @*($&&@ UGLY PEEOPL **@U........*#(&$@)*(@&$$ SO COOL OMG #*%^&*#????@*#&@(*@()#$^ CANADA &$*&$(@*^!!!!!!!!!
@#$: (#*@) #*@&$(@ @)(#
Jisung: chenl ur so funny ahahahahahha
@#$: @(*#$$*&%(*@& *@&#($&$*&(!!!!???????/
Jiusng: thats right
Haechannie: what is he saying i swear its in another frequency
@#$: $@(*)$$()@ :P
Mark: ok guys enough lets talk about what happened last ngiht
Hachen: lmao as if idk what happened idk WHAT is going on i just know I DONT WANT TO GET MARRIEd but maybe i wouldnt mind if it was with *cough* u
Mark: wot
Haectan: wot
@#$: *#& :O
Haeocnan: camel shut up if you want to tlak use sign lanaguage or something
@#$: (*#@?!??!?!?! (#*#(*#*#)$(@@($&&$*@0@
Jisung: he said he hates you happychan ur a piece of poop omg chenle u cant swear ur like 10
@#$: >_< ??
*#(&!#*(* @@* STOP $&*$(@ @()*$)(@ @*1!?!?!? (#**!&#(! BOW WOW $@#%7(?????? !)(############ :-)
Hacrhan: okay lets switch POVs
Harcahtn's POv
Juncys was drunk at our apartment and she had completely passed out. So mark and i disposed of her body in the trash. And now its been a week since i last saw her. IM SO HAPPY IVE GOT RID OF HER THAT FATTY SHES BEEN TRYING SO HARD TO ANNOY ME AND IM JUST DONE UIGHEUFHUFKNE SOOOOOOO DONE uh huh girlllll
These moments made me think of Jongho. poor Jongo i remember he had his car stolen and he had no idea why and he still didnt find it and he has to use the public transport these days its reolli sad but like idc too much bc im rich and famous
So i decide to talk to him. "Hey whats up you jabroni?" i say sweetly to jongho.
Hes been crying, tears streaking down his cheeks and overcome with the hiccups. "h-h-h-h-HIICCUPY-hey h-h-h-hHICCYYPUC-hacehan." That sounded a lot more like he was sneezing but whatever. "What do you want?"
"I just revel in other peoples distress. Have you seen jaxybobo anywhere?" i replied.
"You mean johnson? Nope."
"Oh phew." That meant she was probably still in the trash omg God is finally answering my prayers.
Jussixy's POV
I woke up in the trash???? Am so cofnused how did this happen. I get out of the trash and go to a therapist becase i am so confuse????? So for a week i spend my time at the therapist's. I knock on her door.
"Who is it?" says my therapist.
"Your favorite client," i replied.
"Not again that rotten potato just cant stay away i hate my life." i hear her mumble from behind the door. "Oh yes, come in," she says loudly.
I enter. "Hey Mrs. Buttockcheeks."
"It's Buttomscheks. It's Swedish."
"Oh. well anyways since its my last day here--" i heard her whisper "thank God" under her breath--"i thought that maybe we should do something new."
"Yes lets. Lets count the time until you have to leave how about that?"
"Oh thats such a good idea! I cant think of a more interesting thing to do!"
So that is what the two of us did on our last appointment together. We just counted the time. At least i did. Mrs. Buttockcheeks was on her phone.
Before i could finish saying goodbye she slammed the door on my face. Now my face is flat.
I go back to my apartment and bump into Jargon, my neighbor.
"HEY GIRL MY BESTEST FRIEND" screams Jargon. "SOOOOOOO GOOD TO SEE U LETS GO OUT BBY."
Of course i agred. I go inside my apartment to change when someone walks in.
"PSY???" I SHOUT. "PARK JAE-SANG?!?!??!!?!"
