"Shut up" said Strawberry.
"Someone needed to tell you" said Banana. "Sorry"
The doorbell rang.
"I'll get that" Strawberry snapped at Banana.
"Hey hun" said Strudel, once Strawberry opened the door.
"Hey" Strawberry said emptily.
"So I got this text message today-" Strudel started to say. But Strawberry reached up and started kissing him. They went to sit on the couch. "What kind of lipgloss is that?" Strudel asked.
"The same kind I always wear" said Strawberry. "Don't you like it? I thought you said you did"
"Yeah, um, sorry" said Strudel. "I just-"
"You just what?" Strawberry interrupted him again.
"I-I got a text message today. The Flaming Hot Dogs- some gay band- want the TaTa's to go on tour with them"
"That's awesome!" said Strawberry.
"Yeah, but that means-" said Strudel.
"Means what?" Strawberry interrupted him once again.
"The band moving to L.A." said Strudel.
"What?" Strawberry exclaimed.
"And- Strawberry, I have to tell you something else" Strudel began.
"What?" Strawberry looked worried.
"Me-Me and Wa-Waffles, me and Waffles, we-" Strudel stuttered.
"You and Waffles what?" Strawberry once again interrupted Strudel for the billionth time.
"We-We kissed" said Strudel.
Strawberry didn't say anything.
"Told you!" Banana walked into the room and started playing piano.
Strawberry ran outside. She couldn't believe she was doing this. She walked right over to Apple Court, to his house, and rang the doorbell.
Smog answered the door. "Um, Strawberry?" he said. "What are you doing here?"
Strawberry shook her head bravely. "I can't believe I'm doing this" She moved in closer, and kissed him.
"Um, I have a girlfriend" said Smog.
"I know" said Strawberry. "And I have a boyfriend" She turned around and left, and headed towards Waffles's house. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a piece of gum. She definitely needed it after what she had just done. She walked up to Waffles's house and rang the doorbell.
"Strawberry" Waffles said when she answered. "I have something to tell you"
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9 Mile Season 1. Freshman Year
Dla nastolatkówI started writing this my freshman year of high school, all the way back in 2004. I was fourteen. So obviously, the beginning kind of sucks. But I promise it gets better. I guess it's not really novel-esque, but hey, it's my story damn it and I dedi...
