12 Months of June

1: Door Straight to Hell

Disclaimer: swearing, there is, and a lot of it.

As you may or may not have guessed, my name is June. It's flat out obvious and you're obliviousness scares me. In fact, if you actually thought it wasn't then you should probably plan on visiting your doctor to have you checked or someth- back to the point.

I'm June, and I'm sadly stuck with a world of sick and morbid cliches. My father and mother being the sweethearts when they were in high school, the jock and the blonde cheerleader. My brother, being the quarterback who ended up with the school's outcast. My sister being the nerd who fell in love with her best friend, me? Well let's just say I'm not planning on following in my family's footsteps, a full-blown, terrible, cliche'd life.

Don't get me wrong, I love my family, to death in fact. But why, if you're asking, do I not want to, in any way, be like them.

To put it simply, I strongly dislike how my life has summed up into one big stereotyped teenage novel.

"Jay" poke

"Jj" poke again

"June why are you ignoring me" poke

"Ju-"

"Jacob Peter Boson would you mind your goddamn business for once and let me study in peace?!" That my friends, is a two-exclamation sentence. You do not see me throwing those two-exclamation sentences around town openly. Since I, in all my hypocriticalness, hate two-exclamation sentences. Why? They are annoying, as fuck

Before you go around calling me a hypocrite without actually knowing me, may I remind you that I am being bothered. I am being bothered now, out of all times, when I'm actually making an effort to study.

Jake blinked before he cracked up into a full blown laugh

Sigh

Even if steam came out of my ears, in Jake's eyes, I will never scare him.

If you go thinking that it's cute then you are dead wrong. It is not cute, at all. The only reason he has never, in one spect of his life, been intimidated by me was because of all the dirt he has on me. Even if I start ranting about everything bad about him and start writing paragraphs that would scare even the sailors, he'd still see it as something hilarious

And that my friends is Jacob Boson, my best friend.

Cliche? Well, have I mentioned that he's bi?

Yes, this six foot tall sea-green eyed football player that girls swoon over, likes men. And women actually. But currently he's with a guy.

Don't get me wrong, I love Steven. Maybe even more than Jake does. Literally everything about Steven is adorable. He's like the little sister I never had.

Steven, unlike Jake, is full on gay and shows it with pride.

Why do I love him?

He practically adores me. Yes I have a narcissistic side, who the hell doesn't? He always asks for fashion tips, no one but him has ever asked me those, and even goes shopping with me.

Normally I wouldn't go if a girl friend would want to go shopping but Steven makes it just so fun

"Why are you studying?" Jake asked after he finish his oh so courteous laughing at my face "Don't tell me you suddenly have plans of passing high school, do you Jones?" He says with a fake gasp before a word could come out of my mouth

I slapped him on the back of his head

Hard.

"Yes you deranged moron, I actually do care about my education. I'm just trying to study because this school's fucked up enough to give me make up tests for when I was absent. Make up tests Boson. God.damned.Make up. Tests."