“Yeah, I know, but what if!”
“Danielle, do you know how slim the chances are? I guess you don’t. I’m not going to meet Jake. And that, my friend, is FINAL.” I told her. Really, Danielle? You should know better! Common sense, woman!
I walked into the living room and saw Mr. McTeddy, my kitten, walking around in circles. What the heck? I scooped up the tiny brown and white kitty in my hands, gently rubbing his soft fur. He’s too cute! Almost as cute as the Golden Retriever I have set for Jake...
Oh my fladoodle. What if we do meet? No, Alex. It’s pretty much impossible.
But what if? Danielle’s words replayed back in my mind.
“What if . . .” I whispered.
“What if what?” someone asked from behind me. Peyton. “I hope you know you kind of look like an old witch plotting something evil when you’re rubbing a cat and staring off into space like that.”
I glared at her. “Get away, Peyton.”
“Why, so you can go back to being the devious witch you are?” She sniggered.
“You know what? I am planning something evil. It’s called 'A Thousand Ways To Murder Peyton!' Now shoo!” I shoved her away from me as Mr. McTeddy jumped off of my lap and ran out of the room.
Stupid little sister, making my cat run away with your nasty looks. Peyton hates Mr. McTeddy because when we first got him he jumped into her bowl of cereal and splashed it all over her favorite shirt. Don’t ask how the cat got on the kitchen table...
...I most definitely did not put him there.
Anyways! I sat on the couch and stared into space again.
Jake was the first thought that came to my mind. Come to think if it, I haven’t talked to him since yesterday morning. For us, that’s a long time.
“Hey,” I texted him.
“Hey, Alex :)” He texted back within the minute.
“What have you been up to?”
“I’ve been doing homework. Ugh. It sucks!” he told me.
“Yeah, I know. Haha.”
“So why'd you just text me out of the blue?”
"Because, it's been like a whole day. And what, a friend can't text a friend randomly?
"A day isn't that long, Alex ;)"
I bit my bottom lip as I replied. “Yeah, I just wanted to talk to you, I guess.”
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How I Met You
Teen Fiction"Hey." It all started with that three lettered word in a mysterious text from an unknown Californian number―hey. Alex Turner is your average seventeen―almost eighteen―year old girl. She's been through the normal teenage girl dra...
Chapter Eleven
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