All Because of Twitter
"JAMIE WILL YOU PLEASE GO TO SLEEP" I yelled to my 17 year old brother, he's going to college next year and he's acting like he's not even graduating high school,
Jamie wasn't like me, he's more of my 11 year-old brother, both extremely active and popular, people are just in love with them, because they are always the social butterflies, I'm not like them
Though that doesn't mean I'm an outcast or a nerd, I'm an average girl, average on everything, I have friends, and i have a boyfriend, but I'm not popular or the head cheerio,
I'm a band geek but I'm not 24/7 geekish, anyways, a little something about me for beginners, blue eyes, light brown hair, straight, long, I'm 5'8", and yeah..my family are tall, I'm 15 btw, explains my height, yeah, I'm really tall for my age, mostly because of family genes
But doesn't matter, my boyfriend is 5'10" he's a good match for me, he's hawaiian, hazel eyes brown hair, yeah, he's a junior, I'm a sophomore, we met @ summer camp, which by the way is a BAD BAD idea to go to, especially when the pamphlet you got, mention the year since 1930 and there hasn't been any people bragging about it
But I guess it's a good thing since I met him, we go to different school though, he's in private school and I'm in public, he's down2earth majorly extreme rich, and I'm down2earth, rich, yeah, we're not from that different world, anyways, right in cue
"Whyyy, you know Green Day is SO rockin right now, that's their first UStream video" I groaned at the sight of Jamie being in my room
"Yes, but is the speakers really necessary" He just shrugged "Why don't you go see Cassie, he's probably dying to have his big brother to crash his first detention" I asked closing all my books
"Nah! What are you doing anyway"
"Something you never did, homework"
"Hey! I did homework back in the days" he proudly admitted with a satisfied smirk, I just rolled my eyes
"Sure sure, now PLEASE get out of my room and turn the speakers down" I plead
"Whatever makes you happy little sister"
"It's ONLY a 4 year difference"
"My point exactly" He smiled and walked out of my room, thank god he turned the music down, I sighed, what to do now, might as well go to bed, but it's only 7pm, geez my life is so boring right this moment, OH I know, the internet
I jumped on the computer desk and opened up Safari on my Mac, my friends had been bugging me to make a Twitter, apparently it's the new Facebook or something, I rolled my eyes
No one was actively updating, except for the Lakers and celebrities, I just hate the fact that sometimes my friends just actively plead to the celebrities to notice them on Twitter, seriously, god, give it UP, they're not gonna notice you...though it might be a joke, so why not, I started typing to one of my best friends celeb crush
"@markiePENN u seriously need to notice my best friend or else imma explode" not that funny but why not right, after a few seconds of updating, my phone rang, Danny, oh shit, I answered
"Hey Dan sweetie" I smiled on the phone to my boyfriend
"Hey baby, soo, uh...I have to say this, who hacked your Twitter"
"ha-ha very funny, I'm bored, and I thought tweeting Markie would be funny"
"And the results are"
"I don't find it funny or fun" I sighed "I'm bored" I pouted
"I can see your cute pout already...why don't you tell me earlier, we could've hang out, and I can get out from this stupid hang out with my cousins" He groaned
"They're your cousins, you HAVE to hang out with them"
"Yup, keyword, HAVE to, we both know I'd rather hang out with my funny gorgeous girlfriend"
"Yeah, sure, whatever, get off the phone, I can hear your cousins yelling, byeee" I hung up on him laughing, a brand new DM, oh great, checked it out, I choked and screamed, and right in cue, Jamie ran in
"Where's the stalker"
"She's right here...oh my god I can't believe that mark boy DM'ed me"
"Crush from school" He said walking to the screen of my computer
"More like, the celebrity boy we both joked to be gay"
"Oh shit, Mark Damien Penn" he said, I looked at him confused
"How the hell do you know his full name, I couldn't even have the will to remember his first name if Lena hadn't force me 24/7"
"I have the choice to learn about things, what the hell did you do"
"What the hell did I do, what the hell was he thinking"
"Well you must've tweet him something weird"
"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit"
"Stop cussing, just reply the gay boy, it doesn't matter that much" I shrugged
"True" I sat back down and looked at his message
"Now I'm gonna go make me some soup, want a bowl"
"Nope," He pinched my cheek and walked out,
'Hey, funny tweets u've been tweeting, not 2 sound like a stalker but I checked your profile, I'm Mark'
'Well you definitely made yourself sound like a stalker, I'm Gemma, and i'm bored'
'bahahaha, well i guess i'm just another stalker to this beautiful girl'
'uhhh...is this the same DM or r u DM'ing someone else'
'still us'
'ohh well you definitely lost it when you say beautiful, keyword, lost it'
'i looked at your picture, you're gorgeous, i love your blue eyes'
'ahaha yh, sure, whatever'
'where r u from'
'Stalkersville II'
'I'm not gonna stalk you'
'yeah, sure, like I would believe that'
'u Should'
'nope :P'
'fine, then...uhh...how old r u'
'96...ahaha kidding, i'm 15'
'good, cause imma be very disappointed if you're that old, that means we can't date'
'who says i even wanna date u, i'm taken beau'
'C'est décevant mais pas choquant'
'uhhhh, i don't speak French, or is that Hebrew or something'
'u just keep making me laugh ;D, nvm on that'
'whatever'
'hey can i have ur number'
'uhhh...NO'
'you're seriously the first girl that i asked and refused to give her #, i'm pretty sure other girls would give me'
'i'm not your Markie-army'
'I figured after seeing your tweets'
'stalkeralert, 911'
'ahaha, seriously, i'll call you'
'i don't want u to call me, wht bout if U call my best friend'
'she'll make me shatter my eardrops, i have to hear this girl first if imma call her bestie'
'geez,'
'well...??'
'fine.'
Wow that is a LONG convo on Twitter DM, I think I'm gonna give Jamie my phone, yup, I got up and just how I wished it wouldn't happen, it happen, my phone rang out Markie's song, of course, baby baby baby, geez I hate that song, I pulled it out, an unknown number, with the code number...it's a Canadian number, I answered
"hello...??'
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Hey, it's my first story on Wattpad, and if you read my profile you would SERIOUSLY know that Wattpad isn't my thing, well I know I suck at writing, but at least Comment and vote and add me as friends or whatever, promote me and I'll love you
(PS, I think we all have a hint on who Markie is in reality, who's the inspiration of the character, ~ well you'll know if you like the song Baby and bronze hair annoying Canadian boy)
(PSS If I'm confusing you, then I'm sorry, just forget what I just type)