What?!?!?!?!??!?!?!??!?!?!?!? OMFG (oh my freakin' gosh!!!) I was mad enough to cuss right now!!! It's pretty much all my fault!! WHAT IF HE DIES? WHAT If HE FREAKING DIES? WHAT IN CREATION? OF COURSE THIS WOULD HAPPEN TO ME!!!! I was going to explode.
"What?!? Wait... Is it still?? Friday?" I asked my mom.
"Yes it is, and I'm sorry you can't go on your first date." She answered.
"First of all it's a hang out not a date, second of all I just met the guy, third of all he's like thirteen!"
"Okay! Well you get some sleep okay?"
No. I don't want to sleep. I don't want to be sick. I don't want to be at home or in bed. I don't want to feel like Wayne being sick is MY fault. I want to go to the football game. I want Wayne to come. I want Abs to come. I want to be healthy. I don't want Sarah Belinda to come. I want to see Sophia Morgan. I want Jacob Dylan. I want to see Ara. I want Wayne. I don't want to feel helpless. I don't want to rest. But most of all I want Tim!
Wait a second! MY DREAM!! It was Tim!! My choice, the answer, Wayne, Dyl, and romace!! Left or right, he was in the middle! My choice is not him. Or is it? I kissed him in the dream. Is it a warning? Wait! "Calm down, it's gonna be okay," said the angel on my right shoulder. "Forget everybody else, you know what you want!" said the inner-mischevoius devil on my left side.... WAYNE=Right. JD=Wrong!!! What the heck?
My mind started to spin. Okay! I'm out. I fainted once again.
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Teen FictionOne word. Two BFFS. An amazing cousin. New friends. Three guys An old/new enemy. A mystery. One choice. That old friend betrayal trick. *Snap!* It's gone... Moving again... Or are we?
