Disclaimer: I own nothing but myself. Seriously, I didn't even come up with this story. It was all Jason's idea; I just helped with the plot.
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I sighed as I wrote the answer to the last problem on my two separate sheets of paper. I really, really, really hate math. Especially Calculus, the class I'm in now. You know how they say that Band supposedly helps you in math, because of all the counting and shit? Well, 'They' are a bunch of dirty rotten liars, whoever 'they' are. I joined band back in sixth grade, hoping to bring my math grade up. Well, it didn't do shit to my math grade. In fact, when I moved to Jacksonville as started high school, my grades dropped because of Marching Band practices and competitions. But, by that point, I would defend my chair in the clarinet section to the death. At least this was my last year of high school, and then I would be done with the subject for good.
There was no way in hell I was taking a math course at North Florida next year. My major was going to be English Lit, and my minor was Fine Arts, in the form of acting and music. The only math I was going to be doing was counting page numbers and beats. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know what you're thinking. Studying three subjects? How on earth is she going to manage that? Well, let me tell you this: My laptop has a wicked battery charge and thus, I can practically LIVE on the marching band field, WHILE I do my homework. That's what I did this year.
I put one of the copies of my homework in my folder, tucking a lock of my blonde hair behind my ear and stem of my glasses. Normally I wore contacts, but with spring starting all the pollen had been bothering my eyes. I picked up the other copy of math problems, and headed out to the back yard. I grabbed a lighter and lit a corner, dropping the piece of paper into a terracotta pot, just as I always do. It felt good to see such a torturous subject burn. And no, I'm not sadistic. I'm just a bit of a pyro, and I hated math. I walked back inside after dumping the ashes in the trash.
I decided to go on the forum I owned, Complete and Utter Twilight Randomness (CUTR for short), to see if my friends from school were on. Jason and Anah may be two years younger than me, but I've known them practically my whole life. I signed on, and was greeted with this:
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Quil's bud: HELLOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooo?
Quil's bud: Is anyone on?
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I shook my head. Jason was such a cook. I quickly typed my answer.
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Shakespeare Freakazoid: What the heck are you doing?
Miss Werewolf: I'm on, Hi guys!
Quil's bud: I'm trying to you see if anyone's on, I guess both of are...
Shakespeare Freakazoid: When am I not on, Jason?
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I was serious. There was never a non-homework/school/meal time of the day when I wasn't on. Remember how I said before that my laptop had a wicked charge? Well, after the first half of class, our band director basically didn't care WHAT we did. The only exception to this is Marching Band season, and when we have a concert coming up.
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Quil's bud: True Aimee (laughing). So how're you guys today?
Shakespeare Freakazoid: (Groan) Calculus. I'm so glad that I won't have to take a math course for the rest of my life in a few months.
Miss Werewolf: I'm fine, Jason. Aimee, how can you talk like that?! You won't get to see us as much when you go away to college!
Shakespeare Freakazoid: Anah, I'm going to NF. The campus is literally ten minutes away from our street. I'm not going anywhere.
Quil's Bud: Still, you won't be at our school anymore!
Shakespeare Freakazoid: As if it makes a difference. I'll still be here after school, before school, during school...I'm going to have to figure out what to do with myself all day when I'm not in class.
Quil's bud: Fine, you win, Aimee. Hey guys, got any ideas for a Fanfic? I can't come up with any Twilight Ideas.
Miss Werewolf: how about... I don't got anything
Shakespeare Freakazoid: I got nothing.
Quil's Bud: Oh well. (Glances at clock) Looks like it's time to drag (cell phone rings) Quil, right on... just a sec
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Then Jason disappeared. Seriously, he just vanished for, like, 10 minutes. He uses the "I have to go pick up Quil" line when he has to go to the bathroom or something. Yes, Jason is delusional. He's not usually gone this long, though.
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Miss Werewolf: Jason?? Where'd he go?
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Anah took the words right out of my mouth.
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Shakespeare Freakazoid: I dunno, Anah, but he better have a good explanation when he gets back on.
Miss Werewolf: Agreed.
Quil's bud: That was really strange guys, right as I typed "cell phone rings" my cell phone rang! But no one answered. (Confused look)
Shakespeare Freakazoid: That's weird, Jason. You're sure it wasn't just Lindsey being annoying?
Quil's bud: I barely even know Lindsey!
Shakespeare Freakazoid: True...But I wouldn't put it past her to hack my cell and call you.
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Lindsey was my friend from my grade. She was completely insane, and practically all of her actions were on the edge of the law, if not breaking it flat out. It's actually quite shocking that she's only been arrested once.
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Quil's bud: is Anah still there?
Miss Werewolf: Yep, I'm here! I'm just trying to think of what could be happening…
Quil's bud: anyway... wait, gotta plug my laptop in
Quil's bud: Back. (Cell phone rings again) Quil must be ready to...
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Then he disappeared again. This was getting annoying.
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Shakespeare Freakazoid: WHERE DO YOU KEEP GOING!
Quil's bud: it happened AGAIN!
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Geeze, Linse is getting more determined. She normally only prank called someone once.
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Shakespeare Freakazoid:What's the number that's calling you? I can tell you if it's her.
Quil's bud: (360) 563-4162
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I took one glance at the number and knew it wasn't her. Who could be calling Jason?
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Shakespeare Freakazoid:That's defiantly not her. She has the same area code as us.
Miss Werewolf: What would Lindsey care if Jason got annoyed? Besides, you can't hack a phone.
Shakespeare Freakazoid: Actually, you can hack a cell phone. I saw it on the news. Besides that, would you put anything past Lindsey?
Miss Werewolf: …You've got a point. Lindsey has been known to do some strange stuff…
Quil's bud: I think I'll just go run around a bit, unless Leah is out. MAN I HATE HAVING TO HEAR HER THOUGHTS!!
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That was Jason's way of saying "Bye guys, I have to go mull this over"
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Shakespeare Freakazoid: Calm down Jason...
Miss Werewolf: I swear, that boy's going to worry himself into a comma one of these days.
Shakespeare Freakazoid: LOL, Anah. Yes, he's going to worry himself until he turns into a punctuation mark. I think you mean coma. Although, this is a little weird.
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I couldn't help myself. I was an editor at heart, and funny spelling mistakes made me laugh. I could practically see Anah rolling her eyes.
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Miss Werewolf: Yeah, whatever. Why would someone out of state call him? Actually, where is the area code 360?
Shakespeare Freakazoid: I dunno. One sec, I can go Google it.
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I quickly opened up a new window and went to the Google homepage. I typed in "360 area code", and I nearly fainted when I saw where it was for.
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Shakespeare Freakazoid: Anah, sign outNOW.We have to catch up with Jason before he gets too far.
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Hey y'all. Yeah, I know I should go attempt to write Never Ever After, but…This is what my muse wants to write, and gosh darn it, I'm going to listen to Alina if it gets me killed. (In case that last sentence confused you: my muse's name is Astralina.) But seriously though. This is a joint fic I was writing with my friends, Jason and Anah. Unfortunately, this is all I've been able to write in months, but they have lost interest in it.
So, I took the opportunity, and I'm posting Aimee's POV on my account, so that I can write as far ahead as I want while I'm waiting for them you pick their azy bums up and get writing.
And for those of you who read my other version, you'll notice that the chapters are slightly…longer than the ones I post over there. Basically, I post my spelling and grammar checked first draft over on that fic. Then I go back and add stuff and post the new version over here.
Well, there's your very long explanation of what this fic is. Now, go review, and I might have the next chapter up in about an hour, as soon as I've made my additions to it.
