Spitting Images

by My Friends Call Me Cookie

Layla's cousin is a monster. He likes the way she calls him dickweed. He likes the way she mocks him after she's destroyed his book. He likes the way she laughs with her friends. He just really freaking likes her. And he knows he's lying to himself when he rattles on in his brain about how much she's a pain in his flaming ass. So why can't he stop thinking about hers?

1. Prologue

Wow, I feel old.

Okay, not old as in "broken-back-shattered-my-hip-clean-my-dentures" old. It's more of a "wow-where-did-my-childhood-go" and "wasn't-I-just-watching-Tom-&-Jerry-Saturday-morni ng" old. Well, scratch that last one. I actually was watching Tom & Jerry Saturday morning in my Eeyore pajamas that I bought from the Disney Store three months ago and wasn't I on a certain topic a few moments ago?

Right, well, I feel old. I guess everyone feels it at this point in their life. You wake up on a shiny, hot Monday morning just as dawn cracks through the sky and shoves the moon out of the way and you realize…

"SHIT! I'M LATE!"

And on my first day of senior year, too. I can never get out of this habit, can I? That's okay, though, because my Dog Days are over and I'm ready to run with the horses and get this year started. Anyone one with me? No?

Oh crap, the blow dryer just died on me and I'm not even done with my hair! My day is starting to feel like a bad trolling meme on iFunny.

Problem?