*Boy in the pic is supposed to look like Jake! ...kinda...but not really...OKAY! So MAYBE I just thought he was hot! ...okay...enjoy the story now! (= *
“Damn! Why doesn’t dad ever do laundry? I swear I have to do everything in this house!” I grumbled to myself as I went through my dresser.
When I washed off my face I could see why Anna looked scared and grossed out. My eyes were beet red and I had blood running from my lip all the way down my chin and throat.
I grabbed a new black band tee and fixed my hair again. My God! I must check my hair at least ten times more than any girl I know!
Cause, when it feels like a kick in the teeth, I can take it! My phone rang.
“Hello?”
<Sup, dude?> It was Eric.
“Hey! I was just gonna come and visit you at the park!” I laughed.
He seriously does live at the park too. He lives in his pedo van!
<Oh yeah? Cool! I got a couple chicks coming down! You in or what?> he sounded over exited. Which only made me think one thing.
“Man, have you been doin’ lines today?” I asked skeptically.
<No! No, Bro! You know I quit that shit! I just haven’t gotten any ass in weeks, man! I’m f***in dying here!>
I laughed, “Yeah, I believe it! Did you finally shave that dead rat off your face?” I asked, referring to his raggedy gross beard.
<Haha! Yeah! You know, I kinda miss it.>
“Gross.”
<F*** you!> he laughed. <So you in on a girl or what?> he asked again.
I thought it over, “Bro, as much as I love me a sleazy hooker, I can’t. I’m actually meeting this girl and her sister there at the park. I just had to come home to change real quick.” I told him. Shit! He’s gonna take that the wrong w---
<AWW! Dude! A girl and her sister, huh? Nice! That’s awesome, dude! I wish you luck!> He sounded like he was high-fiving the air.
“Dude! Not like that! Gross! The sister is like five!” Yelled at him.
<Aww! You cradle robber, you!! Don’t worry, I won’t tell!>
“Gross. I’ll see you later. When you finish with your girls then come on down to my place. I should be back in a couple hours or so.”
<Okay! Peace!>
I hung up and grabbed by Nike bag with a few water bottles with MIO Energy and some snacks...granola bars, puddings, small bags of chips and sour patch kids...I may be the skinniest fat person in the world!
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Just Another Emo Boy, Right?
Teen FictionThis is a story about a scene boy named Jake. He doesn't choose to label himself, but others do. They call him emo, goth, punk, gay and other things. He doesn't care though. Caring what other people think of him would be a waist of his time. He went...
