So This Is A Thing...
...Wait What!?
Please remind me why I’m taking this course to begin with? The professor of my American History class was pointing at the slide show of notes, being projected on the board, with a giant stick. I snickered to myself, giant stick. Oh god, I need to get out more.
The professor, whose name I’ve already forgotten, keeps babbling on and on. What about? Don’t know. My ear buds are in, and I am settled comfortably in the back corner of the lecture hall. I can’t hear anything the professor is saying, but it looks like he is mouthing the words to the song I’m listening to, which is currently Cherry Pie by Warrant... she’s my cherrie pie, cool drink of water what a sweet surprise. Taste so good make a grown man cry. Sweet. Cherry. Pie
It really looks like he’s mouthing the words, oh how wonderful life is.
I put my hands behind my head, and prop my feet up on the desk. There is about a hundred kids in this class, no way this guy can see me.
Niall seems to think the same thing, he has his sunglasses on, his head on the desk, and he seems to be snoring.
Niall and I go way back. Except not really, we met at orientation a month ago and found out we were roomies. Apparently this school does co-ed. Don’t tell mom.
But, it’s not like that. Niall and I are mates, nothing more, nothing less. Good thing too, because this dork can’t talk to girls for the life of him. I tell him what to say, he says it, and by george he’s got it!
By george? Whose George? Maybe I would know if I paid attention in this class...but....lazy.
Maybe it’s Curious George, the monkey that wears the yellow hat or something. Hmmm life questions with Jette.
How about this, a better question: Why don’t I have a monkey tail? I mean, come on, that’s cool.
My phone beeps once, and I look down to see a notification tweet.
Ah yes Michael Clifford, my colorful kid, what do you have to say today. Michael Clifford is just about the dorkiest “punk rocker” I know. He’s in a band, 5 Seconds of Summer, and I love their music.
@Michael5SOS: Listening to Artic Monkeys, wicked.
I was just thinking about monkeys! Except, not quite the same as... well whatever it counts.
@JettePlane: @Michael5SOS How fun would it be to have a monkey tail right?
I send the tweet, and scroll through my phone for Do I Wanna Know? by the Artic Monkeys. Seems appropriate.
The bell rings and Niall and I make our way lazily down the hall.
I take out my ear buds, " We seriously are the worst students in History."
Niall laughs long and hard, "I'm fine in every other class, but he just is blah blah blah blah..."
I nudge him on the shoulder as we make our way up the stairs to our dorm room, "At least we don't have class tomorrow."
"At least," he repeats, turning the lock to our room. The room is supposed to be split down the middle, but in reality we just share the space. Clothes pile out of the hamper and empty pizza boxes stack up.
"I hate to say it, but we need to clean up," I sighed, putting our dirty cloths in a laundry basket.
"Fine," Niall spat with a smile, as he took the pizza boxes out to the trash.
I carried the heavy basket of laundry down the hall to the laundry room
with my quarters jingling in my pocket.
Just then, my notifications went off.
I sat down my basket on top of the nearest laundry machine, and took out my phone.
@Michael5SOS: @JettePlane We would cause so much trouble! I'm in!
...
He replied.
Oh.
Cool... I smiled to myself as I tweeted back,
@Michael5SOS Yea but keeping it
in our pants may be a problem...you know, the monkey tail.
I sent the tweet. That's funny Jette, score one you. Actually, score two! He replied! Sweet! Okay try not to fangirl, just put the clothes in the washer and don't freak out...
"WOOO!! GO ME!!!"
I smack a hand over my own mouth... My fangirlism got the best of me...
Just as I put the last sweater in the wash, my phone beeps.
!!!
In my excitement I drop my phone into the washer... Good thing it's not running!
@Michael5SOS followed you
New DM @Michael5SOS
...
...
...
Oh. So uh, this is a thing...
"NIALL!" I holler, running down the hallway to our room, NIALL!"
"What?!" He asks jumping up from the bed looking worried.
I shove my phone in his face, "Look!"
He squints his eyes trying to read the notification, then he covers his mouth, "No way," he mumbles.
I just nod eagerly.
“What does the DM say?!” He asks excitedly.
Oh right... there’s that...
“Dunno, lets find out, “ I say wiggling my eyebrows and conquering a laugh from Niall.
@Michael5SOS: Hey
@Michael5SOS: So, I was thinking- Monkey Pants. Pants for Monkeys. Thoughts?
Niall gave me a weird look as he read the messages, but I just began typing,
@JettePlane: I love it, it will be a hit. Except, I think we are the only two monkey-people left...
"What the fuck is with this monkey shit?" Niall cursed with a laugh.
"Just a joke I made a while ago. Can't believe it made its mark to be completely honest," I shrugged.
"Monkey see monkey do," Niall replied wittily.
I smacked him on the arm as we settled our backs against the headdress of his bed, staring at my phone, anxiously waiting for a reply.
"So he really direct messaged you. Does that happen to people?" Niall asked after staring at the phone for a few minutes.
"Yea. It's not something you hear about. And it couldn't be that I have a sexy profile pic.. It's of a cartooned fat cat," I admitted.
"Yea and you don't really fall in the sexy category. You're more cute and funny," Niall explained using the palms of his hands as a weighted scale.
"Thanks." I said bitterly. Great I'm the cute kid. That gets me a boyfriend for sure. Sigh.
"You know I love you," Niall smiled, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and bringing me into his side.
“Mhmm” I reply simply, leaving Niall to stick his tongue out at me.
My phone beeps again.
We look at each other, a little shocked that I’m still getting messages over DM from Michael. Michael Clifford.
!!!
@Michael5SOS: More pants for us then! What’s your name?
“Jette,” Niall asks, dragging out my name suspiciously, “I think he’s flirting with you...”
“What?”
“You know what people do when they’re into someone,” Niall replies, blatantly defining flirting for me.
“I know that! It’s just... you think?” I ask honestly. I don’t think I’ve ever been flirted with before in my whole life... except that one time... that doesn’t count. I shudder at the memory.”
“Totally,” Niall assures me, snapping me out of an embarrassing teenager memory.
I feel my cheeks heat up, “Oh. Cool?”
Why do I always do that!?
@JettePlane: My name is Jette :3
Hey friends!
Trying something new :)
I would love love love to know what you think so far!
Lots of Love!
Jj
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