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Author's Note: Again, sorry about the mix up with the last two chapters. Now I'm reposting the thank yous from both of them.
THANK YOUS
doyleangel: Aww, there's no shame in liking Hanson.
F-A-S-D: lol. My sister thinks I'm crazy for liking "The Climb" and watching the Hannah Montana movie, but whatever. They're good stuff.
To answer your question, no. I don't watch The Real World. I don't have cable, so yeah... [insert sad face here]
danceislife: I think your comment got cut short. Ficwad apparently doesn't tolerate hearts (less than symbols followed by 3s), so I'm guessing that was the case.
You're embarrassed to like bands on Warped. d00d. Be a fan with pride! lol.
somethingorother: Those songs you mentioned sounded pretty sweet. lol @ the Numa Numa guy.
ohsotay23: hehe. I'm glad you've fallen in love with this story.
F-A-S-D: Cute awkwardness, ftw!
STORY BELOWWW
Good idea: listening to Bring Me The Horizon
Bad idea: waking up to Bring Me The Horizon after a night of drinking with MJ
I love Oli Sykes as much as the next person, but “Chelsea Smile” + maximum volume + 6am hangover = Andrea scared shitless and falling out of bed.
“Ugh, what the fuck?” I mumbled, turning onto my back.
For a few seconds I laid there on the floor in a tangle of sheets, too lazy to get up. Eventually I found the will to pick myself off the shag carpeting and stand upright. Still in a zombie-like state, I walked over to my iHome and saw that a bright yellow Post-It note stuck to my mp3 player.
Just making sure that you actually got out of bed this morning.
Sincerely,
Mary Jane
I guess she had good reason to do it—senioritis had fully set in and I’d developed the habit of sleeping in until second period.
With a sigh of reluctance, I laid an outfit on my bed then headed to the bathroom for a quick shower. After lathering, rinsing, and repeating, I wrapped a towel around myself and blow dried my hair. Once that task was accomplished, I headed back to my room and changed into the clothes I’d picked out. Just as I slipped a light blue v-neck over my head, my phone started vibrating against the top of my desk.
“Hello?” I answered, smoothing out the aforementioned shirt as I did so.
“Hey, it’s Jack. Umm, since you live a few minutes away from me, I was wondering if you wanted a ride to school,” he said, less like a statement and more like a question.
“Oh, sure,” I replied, glancing at the clock. “I’ll be ready in about half an hour.”
“Cool. I guess I’ll see you then.”
“Okay, bye.”
“Bye.”
After hanging up, I tossed the phone into my book bag, then spent a few minutes in front of the mirror applying my usual blush and mascara.
Upon arriving downstairs, I saw that I still had around 10 minutes to eat. Low on time and just plain lazy, I grabbed a bowl from the cupboard and filled it with Kix. Sadly, there wasn’t any milk in the fridge, so I had to eat the cereal dry.
I finished breakfast with a few minutes to spare, so I quickly washed my dishes and placed them on the drying rack. Then I popped two aspirin in efforts to quiet my headache.
“Right on time,” I commented, as the doorbell rang.
With that, I picked my book bag off the floor, grabbed my keys, and answered the door.
“Hi,” I greeted, while my heart beat just a tad faster than usual.
“Ready to go?” he asked.
I nodded and locked the door behind me, then he led the way to his car.
“How was your weekend?” he asked as I slipped into the passenger’s side.
“Pretty fun. Yesterday I had a girl’s night in with MJ.”
“So nobody else professed their feelings on your roof?” he joked while starting the car.
“Nope, you’re alone on that one.”
“That’s good,” he said, pulling into traffic. “Because I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”
“What’s up?”
“Okay, before I ask, I know that it’s kind of soon, but at the same time, I’m really late on this because I know that a lot of people have asked you, but I asked around and everyone said that I should just man up and go for it anyways, so here it goes,” he said in one rushed breath. “Will you go to prom with me?”
“I—”
“Before you say anything, I know it’s last minute, and—”
“Yes, I’ll go to prom with you,” I said, amused by his nervous rambling.
“Wait, really?” he asked, turning to look at me.
“Yeah,” I nodded.
I know. You’re probably saying, “WHAT?! Just until Friday you didn’t want to be within a 5-mile radius of Jack. Now you’re going to prom with him?”
I could try to give you an elaborate explanation, full of metaphors, equations, and Venn diagrams in efforts to convey the thoughts going through my head, but that would require a thesaurus, numerous poster boards, a projector, and access to Microsoft PowerPoint.
The bottom line is this: Jack likes me. (And it took me a ridiculously long time to realize it, but) I like Jack.
“Wow,” he said, as the light turned green. “I thought I’d have to get it written in fireworks or something.”
I chuckled, feeling somewhat embarrassed about how I’d handled the situation.
“God, I’m sorry for being such a dick these past two weeks.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he said. “It all worked out in the end. Like that fish scene in Happy Feet.”
“Huh?”
“You know, the one where Mumble was holding onto that fish, even though those asshole birds were triple teaming him. He got dragged out of the water and fell flat on his face in front of a bunch of other penguins, but had the fish in the end. You’re my fish, Andy,” he explained. “Well actually, you’re Gloria, because she’s the reason Mumble went through all that trouble to get the fish in the first place.”
I smiled to myself as the silly analogy left his lips. After all, I never knew a heart existed outside of make believe. But there I was, sitting in the passenger’s seat while Jack had mine in the palm of his hand. And I honestly didn’t mind.
When we reached Dulaney, he found a parking spot next to Kenny and MJ.
“Hey, Andy,” the taller of the pair greeted as I got out of the car. “I see that you’re not nursing a hangover like my girlfriend over here.”
Though she was wearing sunglasses, I knew that Mary was rolling her eyes as he wrapped his arms around her.
“I was, but MJ was trying to keep up with me last night, and it doesn’t look like her low tolerance for alcohol can handle that much tequila.”
“Never again,” she mumbled as Kenny planted a kiss on the top of her head.
“Well, we’ll catch up with you guys later,” he said, noticing that Jack was awkwardly standing behind me.
“Bye,” I said, waving.
As they walked away, Jack’s hand slipped into mine. I looked up at him and softly smiled before leading the way toward school.
“See you at lunch?” he asked, as we arrived at my locker.
“Yeah,” I replied, nodding.
“Alright. Have a good day,” he said before planting a kiss on my forehead.
“Um, you too, Jack,” I awkwardly said, caught off guard by such a sweet display of affection.
While he walked toward the opposite end of the hall, the butterflies in my stomach refused to calm down.
Yeah, I’ve got it bad. But for the first time in my life, it was a good thing.
+++++
Jack and Andy are going to prom together.
[insert 'AWW'ing here]
As usual RATE & REVIEW if you want more.
Q&A #7: What do you think of Say Anything (the movie and or the band)?
I thought that the movie was adorable. If boys were more like Lloyd Dobbler, the world would be a much nicer place. As for the band, I think it's AMAAAAZING. Max Bemis is easily my favorite lyricist, and I can't wait until their new album comes out.
PS. If you haven't watched Happy Feet, I demand that you do so immediately.
THANK YOUS
doyleangel: Aww, there's no shame in liking Hanson.
F-A-S-D: lol. My sister thinks I'm crazy for liking "The Climb" and watching the Hannah Montana movie, but whatever. They're good stuff.
To answer your question, no. I don't watch The Real World. I don't have cable, so yeah... [insert sad face here]
danceislife: I think your comment got cut short. Ficwad apparently doesn't tolerate hearts (less than symbols followed by 3s), so I'm guessing that was the case.
You're embarrassed to like bands on Warped. d00d. Be a fan with pride! lol.
somethingorother: Those songs you mentioned sounded pretty sweet. lol @ the Numa Numa guy.
ohsotay23: hehe. I'm glad you've fallen in love with this story.
F-A-S-D: Cute awkwardness, ftw!
STORY BELOWWW
Good idea: listening to Bring Me The Horizon
Bad idea: waking up to Bring Me The Horizon after a night of drinking with MJ
I love Oli Sykes as much as the next person, but “Chelsea Smile” + maximum volume + 6am hangover = Andrea scared shitless and falling out of bed.
“Ugh, what the fuck?” I mumbled, turning onto my back.
For a few seconds I laid there on the floor in a tangle of sheets, too lazy to get up. Eventually I found the will to pick myself off the shag carpeting and stand upright. Still in a zombie-like state, I walked over to my iHome and saw that a bright yellow Post-It note stuck to my mp3 player.
Just making sure that you actually got out of bed this morning.
Sincerely,
Mary Jane
I guess she had good reason to do it—senioritis had fully set in and I’d developed the habit of sleeping in until second period.
With a sigh of reluctance, I laid an outfit on my bed then headed to the bathroom for a quick shower. After lathering, rinsing, and repeating, I wrapped a towel around myself and blow dried my hair. Once that task was accomplished, I headed back to my room and changed into the clothes I’d picked out. Just as I slipped a light blue v-neck over my head, my phone started vibrating against the top of my desk.
“Hello?” I answered, smoothing out the aforementioned shirt as I did so.
“Hey, it’s Jack. Umm, since you live a few minutes away from me, I was wondering if you wanted a ride to school,” he said, less like a statement and more like a question.
“Oh, sure,” I replied, glancing at the clock. “I’ll be ready in about half an hour.”
“Cool. I guess I’ll see you then.”
“Okay, bye.”
“Bye.”
After hanging up, I tossed the phone into my book bag, then spent a few minutes in front of the mirror applying my usual blush and mascara.
Upon arriving downstairs, I saw that I still had around 10 minutes to eat. Low on time and just plain lazy, I grabbed a bowl from the cupboard and filled it with Kix. Sadly, there wasn’t any milk in the fridge, so I had to eat the cereal dry.
I finished breakfast with a few minutes to spare, so I quickly washed my dishes and placed them on the drying rack. Then I popped two aspirin in efforts to quiet my headache.
“Right on time,” I commented, as the doorbell rang.
With that, I picked my book bag off the floor, grabbed my keys, and answered the door.
“Hi,” I greeted, while my heart beat just a tad faster than usual.
“Ready to go?” he asked.
I nodded and locked the door behind me, then he led the way to his car.
“How was your weekend?” he asked as I slipped into the passenger’s side.
“Pretty fun. Yesterday I had a girl’s night in with MJ.”
“So nobody else professed their feelings on your roof?” he joked while starting the car.
“Nope, you’re alone on that one.”
“That’s good,” he said, pulling into traffic. “Because I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”
“What’s up?”
“Okay, before I ask, I know that it’s kind of soon, but at the same time, I’m really late on this because I know that a lot of people have asked you, but I asked around and everyone said that I should just man up and go for it anyways, so here it goes,” he said in one rushed breath. “Will you go to prom with me?”
“I—”
“Before you say anything, I know it’s last minute, and—”
“Yes, I’ll go to prom with you,” I said, amused by his nervous rambling.
“Wait, really?” he asked, turning to look at me.
“Yeah,” I nodded.
I know. You’re probably saying, “WHAT?! Just until Friday you didn’t want to be within a 5-mile radius of Jack. Now you’re going to prom with him?”
I could try to give you an elaborate explanation, full of metaphors, equations, and Venn diagrams in efforts to convey the thoughts going through my head, but that would require a thesaurus, numerous poster boards, a projector, and access to Microsoft PowerPoint.
The bottom line is this: Jack likes me. (And it took me a ridiculously long time to realize it, but) I like Jack.
“Wow,” he said, as the light turned green. “I thought I’d have to get it written in fireworks or something.”
I chuckled, feeling somewhat embarrassed about how I’d handled the situation.
“God, I’m sorry for being such a dick these past two weeks.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he said. “It all worked out in the end. Like that fish scene in Happy Feet.”
“Huh?”
“You know, the one where Mumble was holding onto that fish, even though those asshole birds were triple teaming him. He got dragged out of the water and fell flat on his face in front of a bunch of other penguins, but had the fish in the end. You’re my fish, Andy,” he explained. “Well actually, you’re Gloria, because she’s the reason Mumble went through all that trouble to get the fish in the first place.”
I smiled to myself as the silly analogy left his lips. After all, I never knew a heart existed outside of make believe. But there I was, sitting in the passenger’s seat while Jack had mine in the palm of his hand. And I honestly didn’t mind.
When we reached Dulaney, he found a parking spot next to Kenny and MJ.
“Hey, Andy,” the taller of the pair greeted as I got out of the car. “I see that you’re not nursing a hangover like my girlfriend over here.”
Though she was wearing sunglasses, I knew that Mary was rolling her eyes as he wrapped his arms around her.
“I was, but MJ was trying to keep up with me last night, and it doesn’t look like her low tolerance for alcohol can handle that much tequila.”
“Never again,” she mumbled as Kenny planted a kiss on the top of her head.
“Well, we’ll catch up with you guys later,” he said, noticing that Jack was awkwardly standing behind me.
“Bye,” I said, waving.
As they walked away, Jack’s hand slipped into mine. I looked up at him and softly smiled before leading the way toward school.
“See you at lunch?” he asked, as we arrived at my locker.
“Yeah,” I replied, nodding.
“Alright. Have a good day,” he said before planting a kiss on my forehead.
“Um, you too, Jack,” I awkwardly said, caught off guard by such a sweet display of affection.
While he walked toward the opposite end of the hall, the butterflies in my stomach refused to calm down.
Yeah, I’ve got it bad. But for the first time in my life, it was a good thing.
+++++
Jack and Andy are going to prom together.
[insert 'AWW'ing here]
As usual RATE & REVIEW if you want more.
Q&A #7: What do you think of Say Anything (the movie and or the band)?
I thought that the movie was adorable. If boys were more like Lloyd Dobbler, the world would be a much nicer place. As for the band, I think it's AMAAAAZING. Max Bemis is easily my favorite lyricist, and I can't wait until their new album comes out.
PS. If you haven't watched Happy Feet, I demand that you do so immediately.
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