We pulled up to little Amber Scott’s house. A thousand words were going through my head as I saw her house. No parents. Beer. Football players. Matthew. This is not a good mix. I looked back at Matt who looked just as worried as i did.
“We stay o go? Your call Jaz.” I thought about this for a good long moment.
“We’ll stay but we just have to be careful. I don’t want a repeat of the last party we went to.” He nodded his head in agreement and made a u-turn to park. We got out of the car with some caution and then headed for the door. The tress were covered with toilet paper. Every light in the house was on. cerveza cans covered the lawn. We opened the door without ringing the doorbell because-even though it was rude- tu probably wouldn’t be able to hear it over the música anyway.
“Jazzy! Matt! Happy tu guys…(brb).. could come” Amber was drunk off something más than just the bud light in her hand.
“Note to self…stay away from the punch.” Matt whispered in my ear. I just smiled and nodded my head. I was happy that he kinda didn’t want to drink tonight. Alcohol and a easily tempered person just weren’t a good mix.
When a bunch of football players always ran into while throwing a football Matt saw my nervous expression and took my hand.
“It’s gonna be okay. I promise.” He was able to whisper to me over the music. I gave him a little appreciative grin. he walked me over to couches and made room for us to sit down.
Matt and I stayed for another fifteen minutos and then decided that this party sucked. Though the party stunk I was still proud of Matt’s will power to not even ask to get a beer. I guess he also knew that, that was the last thing he needed right now.
As we were walking out the door I felt good about how tonight went. Until he happened. Until the huge muro of a football player called out the one name Matt hated to be called más than anything.
“Hey Emo! Where do tu think you’re going!? Huh? tu busted my friend’s face. Don’t tu think tu deserve the same kinda respect?” I held Matt’s hand even harder now, signaling to just let it go. I felt his grip loosen and then he stooped dead in his tracks. Steaming in rage. I could feel his pulse in his wrist beat like hundreds of miles an hour.
“You wont be able to stop him Jaz.” i though t to myself. I started to panic. But then…..“Dinnngggg!” It wasn’t something that I would’ve done if it hadn’t my very last resort. But i sucked in a deep breath grabbed the back of Matt’s neck and pushed his lips to mine. They stayed there too, just like i hoped they would. Now I was just hoping the football player would get the hint and leave. Lucky for me, he did. he could deal with Matthew some other day. When Matt’s lips finally separated from mine, his eyes were closed.
“Matt, I’m so sorry. I knew that was the only way I could get tu to stop. I should’ve thought of another way. Im sor-”
His lips pressed mine this time. With más of a passion then a force. I could feel my arms go around his neck and his hands on my waist. When I realized what I was doing I pushed away. Didn’t ev en look up at him and walked to the car. Got in. Shut the door. And just sat there.
I whispered to myself with some guilt but with some satisfaction,
“I kissed my best friend.” And when I looked at Matt from the rear-view mirror, I could tell he was thinking the same thing.
“We stay o go? Your call Jaz.” I thought about this for a good long moment.
“We’ll stay but we just have to be careful. I don’t want a repeat of the last party we went to.” He nodded his head in agreement and made a u-turn to park. We got out of the car with some caution and then headed for the door. The tress were covered with toilet paper. Every light in the house was on. cerveza cans covered the lawn. We opened the door without ringing the doorbell because-even though it was rude- tu probably wouldn’t be able to hear it over the música anyway.
“Jazzy! Matt! Happy tu guys…(brb).. could come” Amber was drunk off something más than just the bud light in her hand.
“Note to self…stay away from the punch.” Matt whispered in my ear. I just smiled and nodded my head. I was happy that he kinda didn’t want to drink tonight. Alcohol and a easily tempered person just weren’t a good mix.
When a bunch of football players always ran into while throwing a football Matt saw my nervous expression and took my hand.
“It’s gonna be okay. I promise.” He was able to whisper to me over the music. I gave him a little appreciative grin. he walked me over to couches and made room for us to sit down.
Matt and I stayed for another fifteen minutos and then decided that this party sucked. Though the party stunk I was still proud of Matt’s will power to not even ask to get a beer. I guess he also knew that, that was the last thing he needed right now.
As we were walking out the door I felt good about how tonight went. Until he happened. Until the huge muro of a football player called out the one name Matt hated to be called más than anything.
“Hey Emo! Where do tu think you’re going!? Huh? tu busted my friend’s face. Don’t tu think tu deserve the same kinda respect?” I held Matt’s hand even harder now, signaling to just let it go. I felt his grip loosen and then he stooped dead in his tracks. Steaming in rage. I could feel his pulse in his wrist beat like hundreds of miles an hour.
“You wont be able to stop him Jaz.” i though t to myself. I started to panic. But then…..“Dinnngggg!” It wasn’t something that I would’ve done if it hadn’t my very last resort. But i sucked in a deep breath grabbed the back of Matt’s neck and pushed his lips to mine. They stayed there too, just like i hoped they would. Now I was just hoping the football player would get the hint and leave. Lucky for me, he did. he could deal with Matthew some other day. When Matt’s lips finally separated from mine, his eyes were closed.
“Matt, I’m so sorry. I knew that was the only way I could get tu to stop. I should’ve thought of another way. Im sor-”
His lips pressed mine this time. With más of a passion then a force. I could feel my arms go around his neck and his hands on my waist. When I realized what I was doing I pushed away. Didn’t ev en look up at him and walked to the car. Got in. Shut the door. And just sat there.
I whispered to myself with some guilt but with some satisfaction,
“I kissed my best friend.” And when I looked at Matt from the rear-view mirror, I could tell he was thinking the same thing.
January 16, 1815
Journal,
We have gotten fortunate, Journal! Nastea has found coats in the broken down train. She sits por Sasha now, covering her in them. And she took one for herself as well. I can see color returning to Sasha’s cheeks. Nastea coughs harshly, shivering nervously. Her toes are turning blue, and one has already fallen off. We slept in the train last night, getting as much warmth as we could. We have to start to mover tomorrow, find shelter. The berries Nastea fed Sasha seem to have made Sasha a lot sicker than she was before. She’s coughing up blood now. The snow around her is stained with red and pink. I attempted to make a fuego earlier, and let me tell tu journal, it didn’t work out. It’s much to cold to start flames. For every time the fuego ignites, it extinguishes, the harsh winds blowing it out. I’m losing my teeth, journal. Nastea can’t talk anymore, and her and Sasha’s hair is mostly gone. Journal, what’s happening to us?
Bye Journal,
Nadia
Journal,
We have gotten fortunate, Journal! Nastea has found coats in the broken down train. She sits por Sasha now, covering her in them. And she took one for herself as well. I can see color returning to Sasha’s cheeks. Nastea coughs harshly, shivering nervously. Her toes are turning blue, and one has already fallen off. We slept in the train last night, getting as much warmth as we could. We have to start to mover tomorrow, find shelter. The berries Nastea fed Sasha seem to have made Sasha a lot sicker than she was before. She’s coughing up blood now. The snow around her is stained with red and pink. I attempted to make a fuego earlier, and let me tell tu journal, it didn’t work out. It’s much to cold to start flames. For every time the fuego ignites, it extinguishes, the harsh winds blowing it out. I’m losing my teeth, journal. Nastea can’t talk anymore, and her and Sasha’s hair is mostly gone. Journal, what’s happening to us?
Bye Journal,
Nadia
The pookie fell from a árbol
upon hitting the ground he farted
scared at his own flatulence he tried climbing up the tree. But for every branch he grabbed he tooted. and for every twig he broke, he farted.
farting all the way up, pookie climed that tree. He had to make it to the parte superior, arriba tu see, cause that where pookie's make pee. Relief was almost in reach for pookie. till a stiring occurred within.. a rumbling sensation, and pookie knew.. with a tear, that he couldn't hold it in.
Till this día those who were near dicho it sounded like a cow mooing. The momentum of his farts became like a rocket and shot pookie up and out that tree! Up in to the sky..till pookie could not be seen.
moral of story? dont eat beans. O_o
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