Disclaimer: I don not own the Animorphs. I do, however, own Lee Douglas. He's mine. All mine. GRRRRRRRR. And the quote was inspired by Jinako-chan's Threads of Fate. And a certain friend of mine will love Chapter 3 when I come out with it. Read, review. I don't care if you offend. I want honesty.
1)At Every Turn…
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I never give them hell. I just tell the truth and they think its hell.
-Harry Truman
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"I'm sorry, but that's just too much for me to handle. I'm sorry, but I'm not too comfortable being your friend anymore. Nothing personal, I just don't want to hang around someone who may or may not be checking me out. That's just not my cup of coffee," Marco Jones said to me.
"That's OK. I completely understand," I told him, trying not to cry. I had just revealed to him two major secrets, the former being something very personal about myself, and the latter relating to him. And me. And feelings. And- well, I think you catch my drift. My name is Lee Douglas, by the way. And if you couldn't guess by now, my life completely and utterly sucks.
That little incident happened about three weeks ago. Since then, I haven't hung out with Marco at lunch, I haven't talked to him in the two classes we have together, history and english. I have made no unprovoked contact, be it physical or verbal, with him since. He talks to his best friend since birth, Jake. I talk to my best friends, Cissy and Phil. It doesn't help. He's still all I can think of. When I do my homework, when I wake up. And worst of all, in my dreams. There's just no escape to be found. So why did I decide to go to this meeting? I see a poster about this great club and suddenly I'm all for it. God, I am so desperate. Desperate enough to go to this club called The Sharing. Desperate enough to arrive 20 minutes before the meeting is even scheduled to begin. It wasn't all bad, being there early. I got into a conversation about politics with a straight Italian man in his mid-twenties named Giovanni, a straight white woman named Lois, and a bisexual Latina. Her name was Mercedes. Lois and Mercedes were full members, while it was Giovanni's eighth and final meeting as a new member. He was becoming a full member tonight. He had light brown hair, green eyes, and was clean-shaven. He was wearing a blue and white polo shirt and his denim jeans looked absolutely stuffed. Just saying... but I digress.
As I said earlier, Marco's best friend since birth was Jake Berenson. Jake's a tall white guy with a wide build who, much like myself, would be perfect for football. Unfortunately for our team(go #74), his passion was basketball and mine was tennis. Illogical, really. Despite his height, he couldn't dunk a ball into a one foot high basket. Despite my size, I can be very agile. However, I have virtually no capacity for stamina. Yet again, I digress...
Anyway, that's when I saw him. The resemblance was undeniable. You see, Jake has an older brother named Tom. The real basketball star that, for some reason, Jake never seemed to talk about anymore. Weird, because Jake used to practically idolize him just a couple of years ago. People change, I guess. But I could see that him idolization was definitely well earned. Tom was about five foot nine, had a great smile and killer fashion sense. But that's just one part of it. He was also completely hypnotizingly irresistibly wonderfully HOT. Did I mention hot? I did? Good. Cause if he walked by the Fire Deportment they would have no choice but to spray him down. Yeah, that's right. I went there. You wanna make something of it? You do? Really? DON'T HURT ME!!
Anyway, I think that's about when I fell out of my chair.