It has been FOREVER since I've done a story. I just wanted to try it again, see if I still got it :D. I do have school coming up soon, so as far as updating goes, I'll do my best. The rest of the summer will be easier for me to update.
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OH god, on with the story we go!
"OMFG! Pam WTF? Do you WANT me to have a BF? GTFO?—"
"KELLY use your real words!"
I hate how she's always speaking in acronyms. It's like, welcome to the world of proper grammar and intelligence Kel. I'm more so kidding though.
Hey there, btw (Oh my god, I am SO sorry I just used an IM lingo, after all that I said too, geez). I'm Pam, and I am currently a sophomore at Scranton University. Woohoo. Best place on earth—not. Whatever, it was dirt cheap and I really couldn't afford any of the art schools I got into. Can you believe I actually got into Pratt? It sucks that money doesn't actually grow off of trees, or that fiancées don't actually support you for shit. Oh yea, btw (there I go AGAIN!), my fiancée is Roy. Anderson. I'm going to be Pamela Anderson, minus the boob job. We're high school sweethearts, both going to Scranton U together. He's a senior, quarterback for the division 3 royals. Go Baby Go.
If I don't sound so enthused, its because Roy can be a total ass. Mix him with 3 or 4 shots of whatever is being served and a bottle of bud or two or five… and he becomes a nightmare on Elm Street. Or, I guess to be more precise, Linden Street. And because he's such a hot stud on a pretty average football team, the girls fall head over heels for him. Everytime we're at a party together, it's like I'm invisible or something. You'd think if you saw a guy and a girl together on a couch cuddling, other girls would get the memo that he is OFF limits. But it's like I'm a couch cushion. Two girls literally fell on top of me drunk, and proceeded to trail their fingers down my fiancées chest. And he just laughed. Didn't even get them off of me.
I'm a business major with a visual arts minor. Because, after all, art is just my hobby. It's not like I want to SERIOUSLY be an artist for a living, because then I'd be a hobo on the street begging for a piece of bread and a blanket. (Notice my sarcasm here).
My life's not all bad though. I have a best friend whom I adore and who has always supported me. She nearly choked me when I gave up Pratt for SU, and when she found out I was only minoring in art, she truly wanted to deck me square in the face. She's been my friend ever since she moved in next door to me when I was 5. We've both been stuck in Scranton PA ever since. Her, because her parents shredded all her California school apps, and only sent in her SU app. Me, because… well I kind of already told you that right?
I love her, but would it kill her to use proper English?
Back to why she was freaking out at me though. So, the thing is, there is this party tonight at her sorority house (she's a Kappa Kappa Gama, but I still love her). And she begged me for weeks to go with her. So I finally caved, agreeing to wear whatever 'fashion forward' outfit she picked out for me. But, just an hour ago, with only five hours until the sorority shindig, Roy texted me.
Babyy I miss you. Lets do dinner? –R
It had been a while since we did dinner, and things were pretty weird between us lately, so I figured, why the hell not?
Alfredo's at 730? Pick me up? –P
Sounds great babe. Look hot ;) –R
I was so excited that when I ran into Kelly I told her what happened. And then…
"OMFG! Pam WTF? Do you WANT me to have a BF? GTFO?—"
"KELLY use your real words!"
So here we are….
"Pammmmmmm! You promised you'd come to Kappa tonight? The outfit, the booze, remember? You said 'FINE kelly' three weeks ago!"
Shit. "I know, but maybe some other time?"
Kelly's eyes grew dark. I could see the anger boiling in her blood. "YOU- PROMISED- ME- PAM!"
Damn it. Stupid promises. Kelly always uses that against me. I promised her when we were 10 that she could eat the last piece of cake. And when we got back to my house, my mom had already eaten it. Sounds stupid, but since then I promised NEVER to break promises EVER. And I really haven't. Till now I guess.
"Alright, I'll talk to Roy, see if maybe we can do dinner tomorrow?" I asked, hoping it would calm Kelly down.
Kelly's eyes softened. "Kay, sounds great BFF. TTFN!"
Sigh. She's so frustrating some times.
Little did I know, her nagging introduced me to something I would have never encountered had I missed that Kappa Kappa Gama party that night….
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