When Julius went home I couldn't stop thinking about him. After our magical time doing the do, my thoughts were calories I couldn't fathom into fat rolls. I called him up on my pink Barbie cell phone later that night and he picked up after 5.3 rings.
"Hello, Cashew Bethlehem, Keeper of my gayness." My face goes red and I fear that I will die of feels.
"Hello Julius Oceans, Keeper of my V-Card." I exhaled calmly,"Julius, whenever I talk to you or think about you or look at you. I fear that I will spontaneously combust." I say bluntly.
He bursts out,"I have booty cancer."
All of the sudden, all thoughts flooded my mind. Booty cancer? he can't have cancer! Then again I always notice him rubbing his butt then mine as if he were comparing the two. I also noticed that his booty was extremely small and maybe he always felt mine because he wanted to feel what a real booty felt like.
"What do you mean?" I ask nervously.
"I went to my pediatrician the other day. He told me that .01279% of people know they have booty cancer. They have a more scientific name for it, thysahntrailitis."
"I've never heard of thysahntrailitis."
"But the good news is that I have a 99.396% chance of living."
Whew, I was worried he could get annihilated by the butt cancer a.k.a. thysahntrailitis.
Sorry for not updating! I have more written in my journal that I have to type up here
updated: December 7th,2014
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The Fault in our Moons
Fanfiction"Maybe Okie Dokie will be our 5ever." "Some booties are bigger than other booties" Young Cashew, newly sixteen, falls into unconditional love when she happens to cross paths with one Julius Oceans. This epic tale of love is filled with humor and hea...
