Well, another story for me to put up... I hope you like it. I truly will try and update once a week.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this story except for the plot line and the name Bob Knifespoon (yah, I know, totally random).
CHAPTER 1
I was on my home one sunny afternoon after school when suddenly...
"Ooofff! Oh, hey Caitlyn. "(I ran into my best friend Caitlyn Gellar... or did she run into me???)
"Hey Mitch, where are you going?"
"Oh, just heading home. You wan'na come over? "
"Sure"
***
"Hi mom, bye mom!" I yelled already halfway to my room.
"Hi Mrs. Torres. Nice to see you"
"Nice to see you too Caitlyn dear"
Caitlyn ran the rest or the way up to my room then shut the door on her way in. We tried to think of something to do to get by this afternoon but without success. It's no use talking since we already know everything about each other.
"Well, we could always work on our homework?!" I had math, English and social to do. At least I would get it done before midnight.
"NNNNOOOO!!!!" Caitlyn franticly waved her arms in the air. Well, she obviously didn't want to do her homework. "Oh, I have an idea... truth or dare!"
"C'mon Cait, no one I know has played that since grade 5!"
"Exactly my point, it'll be fun!!! It's like a way of showing that we still have a kid in us." She was making a point. Earlier that day some guys where saying we didn't know hw to let loose and be kids again. It was worth a shot...
"Okay, fine but I start, truth or dare?" she pondered over my question for a moment then when her answer seemed to satisfy her she replied, "Dare!"
"Wow, how brave... let's see... ooohhh, I have a good one, you have to scream out the window at the top of your lungs 'OMG, isn't Nate Grey from connect three so amazingly gorgeous'!!!"
"No way!!!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"Yes?"
"No?"
"Yes!"
"No... I mean yes... I mean no, oh, I don't know just do it!" I hate it when people confuse me like that, it's so confusing!
"Fine, I'll do it..." she walked over to my window, opened it, then, at the top of her lungs came "OMG... like, don't you think that the one and only Nate Grey from Connect three is so amazingly gorgeous!" she stuck her tongue out at me and sat back down. We were really going back to the old times!
"Okay, let's make poor little Michaela Alexia Torres feel the pain! Truth or Dare?!"
"DARE! If you can do it then I can do it!"
"Good, then take out your phone..." I did as I was told, "...open up to a new text message and put in a random number..." I followed all her instructions, "... and text him or her exactly what I say ..."
To: (insert random number here)
Hi random person, my evil friend is daring me to text you this message and if you don't reply in the next 10 minutes, I must go to school in my most humiliating pyjamas tomorrow... please reply in some way... send anything (unless you're a creepy old stalker)!
"Hey! I never said the last part! And I'm not evil!" she complained right after I had hit the send button. "Well, at least you'll probably be embarrassed to death tomorrow. Sweet success!"
"I wouldn't be too sure on that..."
From: (insert random number here)
HAHAHA! That would be a lovely sight to see but I'll be kind. No, I'm not a creepy stalker and I'm definitely not old (19...) so, how old are you mystery person? What should I call you?
"Are you going to reply to that?"Was all Caitlyn managed to say as she was gaping at the screen of my phone.
"What should I say? I mean, how can I trust that it isn't a stalker? I'm not putting my real name that's for sure!"
"Oooooooohhhhhh, put Alex." I raised my eyebrow in confusion. "Alexia, Alex... it's your middle name smart one!"
To: (insert random number here)
I'm 17 and you can call me Alex. It's not my real name but close to my middle... so, 19-year-old-non-stalkerish-person, what do I call you? Where do you live, tell me about yourself! - Alex.
Well, I thought that it would probably be a good idea to save his number so that I knew who it was that was sending me these things and I wouldn`t have to guess. So, that`s exactly what I did when I got the reply.
From: (insert random number here)
Well, in case you`re a random stalker, just like me (jokes) then you can call me Danger. I`m 19, don`t have a settled home (always traveling), love music (it`s my life... literally) and I'm a guy that spends all his time with his 2 best friends (one gets so annoying!). Oh and I have heard more girls than I can count call me hot... yah, no comment.
"Well I guess I'll leave you to talk to your new best friend!" she said as she got up to leave.
"Okay, see you tomorrow then." I replied, my eyes glued to the screen. Cait made a hurt face and slammed the door on her way out.
To: Danger
Well Danger, I live in LA, I also LOVE music and it has a big part in my life and I hang out with my one lonely friend at school. She was just over but left when she saw I was more interested in this conversation than ours.
From: Danger
Your evil friend?
To: Danger
Yah, well... um I gotta go eat supper bye DJ Danger!
I went downstairs and sat down at my seat when I felt a vibration in my pocket. I took my phone out but before I could read the message my dad took the phone and read the message out loud...
"Well your 'evil friend' probably just left cause she was jealous that you had such a completely fantastalistic new guy BFF... oh, what's for super? Should I like catch a plane to your house to eat it too?! Mitchie... who is this?"
"Oh, uh, um, a new friend I made?" my dad gave me a look. "He's just a guy-friend dad, not a boyfriend! And he's on vacation... in... Panama!" at the time I thought I made the best excuse in the world... you think so?
"Okay, but I want to meet this guy once he gets back! A girl and a guy can't just be friends. One day you two will probably end up together... I need to interrogate this... this... what's his name?"
"Uh... Bob! Yah, Bob Knifespoon!"
To: Danger
My dad just read that last message you sent me and I had to make an excuse which was that you are my 'guy-friend' who is on a vacation in Panama. Also, my dad wants to meet you when you 'get back'. This means, I need to actually meet you before my dad dose. Oh, and your new official name is Bob Knifespoon. Please don't get mad!!!
From: Danger
I'm not mad, and one, I'd love to be on a vacation in Panama, but, I'm always busy with my career. Two, it'll be awesome meeting you face-to-face. Three, couldn't you think of a better name than Bob Knifespoon? Your dad must be really gullible to believe THAT, heck, he probably would have believed you if you said I was... like... Shane Grey or something!
To: Danger
Career? Yah, that would be kind' a cool to see for myself if what you said about the girls calling you hot thing is true. I was under a lot of pressure, my dad is scary, no, Bob it is! Well, it's because I always tell the truth (that's what they think...) and, um... oh yah, HAHA, in your dreams! You'll never be as awesome or talented as the Shane Grey!!! : )
I finished my yummy-full super of Chinese food, made by the one and only Connie Torres, then headed up to my room. Just as I shut the door, I took out my phone and replied at lightning-bolt speed (I had been thinking of a reply all super-time).
To: Danger
Hey, um, I've got allot of stuff to say/ask... so... do you have msn?
From: Danger
Um, yah I do, it's: mrSGelRockstar... yours?
To: Danger
You're obsessed with being Shane Grey aren't you, Mr. 'SG' el wannabe rockstar! My msn is... MiTcHiE :p... see you online!
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