Lettuce. Begin.
Jeff's p.o.v.
Where the hell is Ben at?
Don't get me wrong, he is an annoying piece of shit, but life just isn't worth living if there's no one to lecture. People think I'm a hardcore badass.
Which I am.
...But sometimes I like to sit down and carve my blades, rather than use them. You know?
I slouch around the living room, too bored to do anything. I've tried fucking around with Toby, but it's just not the same. :(
"Hey, Toby!" I scream, one last time. This guy is avoiding me just because I gave him a wedgie when he needed to pee. I mean, really?
He ended up with piss on the floor as well as a sore ass...
Like, I've done that with Ben before, but at least he gave me a fight, which was amusing. I sent poor Benny boy flying. :3
Toby appears a few minutes later at the door, clenching his fists. "N-no Jeff. I-I don't w-want to play your stupid g-game anymore."
I smirk. "Does your ass still hurt?" He walks over to me and stares at me angrily. "Well since you have me a massive wedgie, y-yes! You stupid jerk." He walks off, ignoring the kiss I blew at him.
"Hey, I'm back! Where's the dinner?" I look over my shoulder and see Ben walking up to me. I turn around and give him a smirk.
"Well, look who it is. Mister big shot."
He rolls his eyes at me, dumping his bag on the floor and plodding onto the sofa. He picks up his Xbox controller and scratches his head.
"Did you miss me, Jeffrey?"
I look at him, staring in disgust. This idiot expects dinner to be made for him! What a lazy little shit.
Well, if that's what he wants... that's what he will get. >:) "You want dinner, yeah? I'll be back in a minute." He gives me a kiss and smirks while I spit at him.
What a cunt ;_;
Your p.o.v.
I sit on the edge of my bed, comprehending the message I saw in the "spaghetti sauce".
Am I going insane?
Did she do that on purpose?
No, she wouldn't...she knows I'm a little loopy, and she knows that I read about of frighting crap so I don't understand why she would..
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I KNOW.
I'LL MESSAGE BEN. :D
**Text conversation.**
You: Benny boy! I think I'm loosing it...
Ben: What? Loosing what? Oh. Your virginity?
You: Dickhead.
