Another Disney High School Story: The Digital Diary

Chapter 1

"And her hair is so shiny and bouncy and UGH I just want to run my hands through it! The only time I get to see this girl is in class, and I definitely wouldn't mind running into her at the party this weekend. I'll let you know how that goes. But for now, I'm going to go have a gyro." And I clicked record on my laptop to end the recording.

"Alright, Meg", I thought, "Another raw audio file to edit: good on ya. How's last week's post doing?"

I went over to the blog where I post my audio diary: 'Argyros' Archive'. I talk about whatever's on my mind and edit it down to about forty-five minutes of material. I didn't make the blog private or anything, so people have found it, and now I have a couple hundred followers. Luckily, no one at school has found it; I talk pretty candidly about them. My therapist recommended venting once a week, I think she meant keeping a journal, but having 'fans' gives me a new incentive to keep it going.

Last week's episode got about 300 clicks! I smiled, happy my numbers haven't gone down. I mean, I'm not trying to be a popular podcaster or anything like that, but knowing people care about your work is definitely reassuring. I was about to read some comments when I got a notification on my computer: "Kuzco Copani would like to FaceTime". I answered his call, and saw Kuzco through the screen, in his dorm room, holding two button-down shirts on hangers, one in each hand.

"Maroon or burgundy?" He asked, making the shirts bob up and down rhythmically

"For what?"

"I'm meeting up with a guy for a study date, nosy bitch," He teased

I laughed before replying, "Kuzco, the shirts look practically the same"

"Meg, this guy is really hot, and you know I overthink these things"

After helping him coordinate his outfit, I needed to know more about Kuzco's Infatuation of the Week. "Do I know him?"

"He goes to DT, and has been to a few parties. He's a Sports Boy, so you probably haven't spent a lot of time with him, but you've probably seen him in passing."

"How did asking him out go?"

Kuzco's daydreaming grin turned sheepish. "Well... I didn't exactly ask him out on a date per say—"

"Kuzco. Honey," I started to scold him, but he continued before I could.

"We're partners for a History project and we're meeting up to work on it—"

"That's not—"

"It could very well turn into a date and that's what I'm hoping for!"

"Hon, do you even know if he's into men?"

He confidently replied with, "I'm eighty percent sure."

I rolled my eyes with a smile. Kuzco does this a lot. He gets his hopes up about a guy, and then they are shattered right in front of him when it turns out the dude's straight. "Well, I'm rooting for ya. Can I at least know his name?"

"Oh, but it'll be more fun if you don't know until afterwards," He said, mischief in his voice

"Ugh, fine, fine. When's the 'date'?"

"Tomorrow night. Should I wear this outfit to class tomorrow or change for the date?"

I gave him some more fashion advice before we said our goodbyes. I took some time to begin editing, and around 7pm, there was a knock at my door. I gave the okay to enter, and an all-too-familiar voice made itself present in my tiny dorm. "Oh my GOD Meg we HAVE to tell you the shit that went down at Writers' Guild today."