Purple Sharpie

Fourteen: Josh

Hey um sorry about this morning.

My heart stopped at the notification and that was the end of me.

Not really, but the blinging sound scared the crap out of me- and that was even before I saw the name.

After slight heart palpatations and a large glass of hot milk, I replied. It's cool. I friended you, so I don't HATE you.(Maybe)

She replied almost immedietely. Haha. I wish I had a chance to talk to you tho. You seem super awesome.

"Wow I love her already. But I don't because I don't even know her, dangit." I found myself thinking.

No it's cool. I wrote. Quick question- who was that guy anyway?

Oh- that. Some creep that I haven't gotten around to filing a restraining order of because my parents love him. -_- He stalks me so much- I swear he has a list.

There it was. The heart-stopping yet again. But after I counted to about ten, I pretty much lost count of how many feels I was getting. "Did that chick tell her about the list? I'm such an idiot- Why can't I stalk without the help of a talkative girl." I thought frantically.

I don't blame him. :) It felt like I was going to bite a hole through my lip. "Why is this so stressful- Gosh dang no she's typing back.

I started to apoligise but the reply came too quickly. Curse Cammie and her prompt responses.

Hahaha. I do- Do you have a stalker of your own?

Wait. Was she returning my awkward attempt at flirting? Noooo... But after what that guy did to you- I think I'll pass.

Wow. :D You're so funny! I wish I coud talk to you for ages, but I have to do some homework right now. SAY- do you wanna hang out at lunch tomorrow or something?

DEFINENTLY. I wrote quickly. I'll find you?

112 Percent you will. :D

This is the point where I may or may not have grinned like an idiot and had to punch a pillow to feel manly again.