i wake up to a loud tap on my window. i slowly open my eyes. another tap. i walk over to my window and see my bestfriends, greg and rowley, in my yard with rocks. i open my window. "hold your fire!" i say smiling. rowley waves up at me. "come over today!" greg says. "let me change." i yell down to him. he gives me a thumbs up and i close my window and curtains. i dig through my dresser and closet and find a black plaid skirt and an angel shirt. i tuck the shirt into the skirt. i quickly put on light makeup, brush my hair, brush my teeth, and put on my shoes. "bye mom! bye dad! going to greg's!" i say running out of the house. "finally!" greg says. "shut up." i say smiling.
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"it's the first day of summer! we should do something exciting!" i exclaim and lay down on greg's bed. "what's more exciting than going viral?" greg asks. i shrug. "i don't know, going on a rollercoaster maybe." rowley says. "making a band." i say. "roderick beat us to that." greg says. i sit up and nod. "ok rowley...three...two..one.." greg says and i turn on kesha. "tik tok on the clock." rowley lips syncs. "woah! woah! woah!" rowley says fake falling. he never ends up actually falling. "you have to actually fall." i say. rowley gets
up and moves to greg's bed. "yeah but i don't actually want to get hurt-" he sits on the poky ball of foil manny gave greg. "AHHHHH." he screams.
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we laugh at the video. "that is so going viral." i say laughing. "ok hold still rowley." mrs heffley says trying to get the ball out of rowleys ass. "i'll go call rowleys parents." i say and walk out of the room. i take out my phone and call his dad. he doesn't answer so i leave a voicemail. "hi mr jefferson, rowley wanted me to call and tell you he wanted to come home, get back to me when you can." i say and hang up. the front door opens and closes. i look over and see greg's slightly older brother roderick. i get butterflies in my stomach. "hi." i say sticking my phone in the waistband of my skirt. "hey." roderick says brushing past me and going to the fridge. "go put these by my drums." roderick demands and hands me his drumsticks. i nod and walk to his 'band practice room' which is just their garage. i walk back into the kitchen and see roderick drinking milk out of the carton. i lean on the counter. "straight out of the carton? you monster." i joke. "you know it." he says walking to the stairs. he stops right before them. "oh..and by the way..that outfit is hot." he says and walks up the stairs. my jaw drops. what. umm ok- chile anyway so. moving forward. my phone rings and i see i'm getting a call from mr jefferson. "hi mr jefferson, do you want to speak to rowley?" i ask. "yes please." he says. "ok just a sec." i say. i walk up to the stairs and quickly go up them. "rowley! it's your dad!" i yell. rowley walks out of greg's room and takes my phone. "hi dad...yes...yeah....yes sir...ok....ok...love you....yeah... love you...ok bye." he says and hands me my phone. "my parents are on their way." rowley says. "awh that sucks." greg says
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rowley had already left and greg and i were watching youtube in his room. there's a knock. "come in." greg says. "greg, your father, manny, and i, are going shopping. would the both of you like to come with us?" mrs heffley asks. "no we're good." greg says. "thanks for asking!" i say. she smiles and nods at me. "ok, roderick is in charge." she says. "mooom his only like fourteen months older than us." greg says. "still older, bye!" she says and shuts the door. "ok come on manny." i hear her say down the hall. "wanna play video games?" greg asks when we hear their car pull out." i smile and nod and we go downstairs.
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"bruh! you literally are such an ass i hate you!" i yell throwing the wii remote. "it's literally mario kart!" greg says. "yeah! and you fucking knocked me off the map bumping me to last fucking place!" i yell. "what's going on?" roderick asks coming downstairs. "piss off emo boy!" i say. "woah." roderick says holding his hands up in defense. "you're such an ass wipe greg." i say and grab my wii remote from across the room. "it's mario kart." greg says pleadingly. "sorry." i say calmly. "let's just play minecraft or something." i say. "orrr you could come play drums with me." roderick says. "it's very calming." he adds. "don't do it, the last time i 'played drums' with him he made me bang on buckets with a stick." greg says. "i'll play drums with you, sorry greg. i'll be back." i say. i get up from the couch and to the garage.
"ok so basically you just hit the drums." roderick says. "i mean, duh." i say. roderick sits on a beanbag next to me and i just start fucking drumming. roderick keeps getting snaps, smiling, and then texting back. "who are you snapping?" i ask. "heather hills, this hot girl in my grade." roderick says. i feel sad for a moment. "yeah she's hot." i say spinning the drumstick between my fingers. roderick gives me a surprised look. "but she's a complete bimbo, i wouldnt get to involved with her." i say. "why not?" he asks. "well...let me say this nicely." i say and sit on the floor. "heather goes for guys like jason, football players, jocks, bimbos as well." i say. "and you..." i say. "you're just not that." i say and pat his head. "but that's okay, you're special." i say smiling. "i think i actually have a chance with her, no other girls like me." roderick says. "trust me they do." i mumble. "like who?" he asks. i shake my head. "nevermind, if you want to waste your time on heather go ahead." i say standing up i start to walk away. "wait-." he says and i walk out.
