Because I felt like writing about Jason. Not Kevin Lucas. Jason. And Macy. Don't you think they're adorable?
AND, IF YOU SAY YOU SUPPORT Kevin/Macy AND NOT Jason/Macy, you are a total...hypocrite?
Because, they are, in fact, the same people! Kay. Continuing. ;)
And, yeah. Stella and the Lucas brothers will be in this, too. NEENER.
Also. The only dialoge and actions thing I've been doing lately.
Why? Because It's fun. And way easier. You can type like 2,000 words like that.
It's crazy. And so is this author's note. BLEH.
"Jason?"
"Yeah, Mace?"
"You see this cookies?"
"OOH!"
"Do. you. see. these. cookies?"
"Yes!"
"They're not for you."
"Aww." Pout. "Why not?"
"Because. They're for everyone else. Don't touch."
"But I want a cookie, Macy!"
"You can have one later."
"I want one now!"
"Jason."
"Meep. Sorry, Macy dear."
. . . .
I really want a cookie.
But, Macy said not to take any.
*Cry*
Sigh.
Boring. Boring.
The cookies are staring at me.
It's like one of those money commercials.
YOU KNOW IT FEELS LIKE, SOMEBODY'S WATCHING ME!
Yeah that.
Sigh.
. . . .
It's been like ten minutes.
I still want a cookie.
Okay. She's not even looking.
And, it's not like she'll notice, right?
Okay, here I go.
Wish me good luck, diary.
. . . .
Gasp. "Macy!" Gasp.
"Jason?"
"..."
"JASON! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"
. . . .
Hi, diary.
So apparently.
She told me no cookies, cause they had honey in them.
And I'm allergic to honey.
And I also love honey.
It's all sweet and nice and gooey.
But, of course. I could die if I ate too much of it.
-insert sad face here-
I'm in the hospital.
Macy's mad at me.
She made her friend Stella bring you to me.
Isn't that sad? She couldn't even stand to see me.
But that's probably cause my face exploded.
It's all red and puffy.
In Shane tongue;
"It sucks royally."
. . . .
Macy brought me cookies today.
I was supposed to wait 2 more minutes so I could get them.
But, I wanted a honey cookie.
Even if I didn't know they had honey in them at the time.
(Who puts honey in cookies, anyway?)
I do!
Don't take my diary, Macy.
I swear, I'm gonna lock my precious diary up some day.
It has a lock on the front, y'know.
Well, I lost the key.
. . . .
Did you know Macy's friend - Devin? - is allergic to honey, too?
. . . .
I wanna be faithful, but I can't keep my hands out the cookie jarrr.
Agh. Someone needs to get me out of this place.
The green of it is killing my eyes.
Why couldn't they paint it pretty sparkly purple?
Like the turtle (not lemur) from my dream?
. . . .
Jason has a diary?
If he wasn't dating Macy, I'd totally think he was gay.
. . . .
Diary, I do not think you make people seem gay.
That was just Shane.
If you didn't notice, he's quite the terdmuffin.
. . . .
"Did you seriously call me a terdmuffin?"
"Yes, yes, I did."
"I think you spelled turd wrong, too."
"So?"
"Bahh!"
"Sheepies!"
. . . .
"Macy!"
"Hey, Jason."
"Are you still mad at me?"
"Nope."
"Really?"
"You suffered enough. Your face went back to it's normal size though."
"It hurt. I had no one to kiss my boo boo." Pout.
"Aw. My poor Jasey." Kiss.
. . . .
JASON GOT FREAKY IN A HOSPITAL BED!
. . . .
I found the key to you, Diary! -insert happy face here-
TELL ME WHYY [WH-WHY] DOES IT HURT SO BADD?
Oh, God.
Now I'm quoting them, too.
Macy's in my head.
. . . .
She's in your pants too.
. . . .
I thought I locked this??
. . . .
You also left the key right next to it.
. . . .
Well, I swallowed the key!
You'll never get it now!
Ow. My tummy.
. . . .
"Shane?"
"Yeah, Mace?"
"Any idea why Jason just threw up a key?"
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I need to stop posting so much.
I'm driving myself crazy. XD