Back at Strawberry's house, Strudel just sat there, listening to Banana play the piano.
After about an hour, he finally spoke up. "Banana, could you PLEASE stop?"
Banana stopped & turned around. "What about when Strawberry said 'Strudel would you please stop fooling around with other girls?' hmm?" asked Banana. "You messed with her cousin, best friend, and 2 other good friends"
"Me and Ramona didn't-" Strudel began.
"Whatever" said Banana.
"I'm a major screw up" said Strudel.
"Strudel, are you- are you crying?" Banana asked.
"Just forget it, Banana" whispered Strudel. "Just forget it"
Banana walked over to him.
"Don't come near me!" he pleaded. "Please!"
"Strudel, it's okay" said Banana.
"No!" said Strudel. "No Banana, it's not okay!"
"If you say so" said Banana.
They sat in silence for awhile.
"Duncan dumped me the other day" Banana spoke up.
"I'm sorry" said Strudel.
Banana broke down into tears and hugged Strudel. He hugged her back, and they just sat there in silence.
Meanwhile, Strawberry and Pancake were just sitting on the couch eating ice cream and watching Degrassi all night. "This is where Strudel slept with Ramona" Strawberry reminded Pancake.
"He did not sleep with her, Strawberry" said Pancake.
"And- and in your room, he-he-he" Strawberry stuttered.
"Can we drop it, please?" said Pancake.
"Sorry" said Strawberry. "It's just-"
"Nothing" said Pancake.
In the morning, Banana woke up in Strudel's arms, with her dog Bert right next to her. "Strudel" she whispered. "Wake up. We fell asleep."
Strudel opened his eyes. "Oh my god" he said. "I'd better go" He headed home, but only made it 2 houses. He needed to go and talk to CJ. He let himself in the house, and he saw Strawberry & Pancake. Fast asleep in front of the TV.
"Oobi, you, friend"
"Oh god, not that show again" he thought to himself. He tried to leave as quietly as possible, decided he would just talk to CJ later, but Pancake opened her eyes.
"Strudel" she whispered.
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9 Mile Season 1. Freshman Year
Teen FictionI 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...
