I'm Not 'Strange' You're Just Way Too 'Normal'

Chapter 3 - Party, Anyone?

LOL FAGGOTS.

Listening to SUM41...

I should probably turn it to Chris Crocker... :O

Eeghghgg I'm so bored and uninspired... xD

-Pyro

P.S. HAVE FUN READIN' ABOUT THOSE DAMNED FRECKLED FAGGOTS. :U

P.S.S I'M WEARIN' YELLOOOWWWW PANTS. AND BOOTS. LOL. HI.

P.S.S.S. I SHOULD SHUT UP NOW BUT I JUST HAD TO SAY DAMN THIS THING IS LONG. Okay I'm done now.

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"Errr....Why are you so...happy? Ugh...I don't feel so good..." Myles murmured truthfully, leaning on Desu a bit more than he would have liked. It seemed like his buzz had turned into some kind of bought of motion sickness. "Oh, Desu, i gotta sit down for a min..."

"Yeah, okay. You don't look all that good, either. should I fetch Terry?" She asked unhelpfully.

"What? NO! Why the fuck would you do that? Just...Just stay here okay?" Myles said, taking a seat in a hard-backed kitchen chair. The wooziness didn't go away, and he was more than a little annoyed about it.

"Myles?" A voice said.

"GOD DESU, I TOLD YOU NOT TO--" Myles began angrily, until he turned and saw Terry at the door, seemingly startled.

"Oh...er..." Myles was surprized to find he was without words.

"He's got a fever." Desuna piped in, and Myles shot her a look, a mix between grateful and irritated.

"Oh." Was all Terry said before shrugging and taking  a seat beside Myles.

"Dude, I wouldn't sit there. I could vomit on you or something." Terry didn't move.

"...And that would be pretty damn disgusting." Myles tryed again, before giving up as another wave of motion sickness hit.

"Told you should have gotten that cold checked out." Desu mumbled, getting a glass of water for Myles. "This shit doesn't happen to everyone who drinks."

"Well, I'm not everyone. I swear it's the vodka." Myles grunted back, Terry's eyes glued to him, a concerned glint in his eyes. "And besides, in a minute, I'll be fine." He said, tottering slightly on the stool he was perched on.

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I'm too lazy to write anymore right now... :|

-Pyro

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LOL YES. I COME BACK TO THIS STORY 7 MONTHS LATER WOO~

I'm thinking about just completely rewriting the second chapter. I really kind dislike it. What do you guys think?

-The Pyromaniac

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Evie's PoV

I tossed and turned in my bed, the black sheets knotted and utterly unorderly. They tangled around my body, like some kind of monsterous giant tentacle. My blankets lay in a sad pile near the edge of my bed, and I was currently using them as a pillow, as my actual pillow was on the other side, where I didn't feel like going. Since Saturday night, when I'd been taken away by Chance last week, I hadn't been sleeping well at all. My insomnia was rampant again, pelting my brain constantly and keeping me awake far past my usual hours. It had been a bit of a while since I'd had my usual 10 hours of sleep, which didn't put me in a very tolerant mood.