a mish-mosh of three days smashed into a five-minute event! enjoy!
and yes, you obsessives really are like this!
DISCLAIMER: i only own Skylark Evanson. She is my daughter. And Chuck Norris is her father.
I turned up the music on my iPod again. Bon Jovi has never calmed my nerves so much before, and it was helping my efforts to drown out Skylark's ranting.
If you were me, and you haven't noticed, she talks a lot. About Ben 10. And never shuts up about it. And also, if you were me, you would've learned to tune her out with something as simple as the lyrics of songs such as "Superman, Tonight" and "Lost Highway."
Me and Sky finally arrived at her locker, about forty seconds after I met her after eighth period.
Her ranting gets very boring very, very fast.
"I'm gonna go find your boyfriend," I told her right in the middle of her 500-word sentences where every-other word is "Kevin," and went to find said boyfriend.
Once I got two steps away, the school bell rang over-head, signaling that we had about 3 minutes until the busses started leaving without us.
I ran back past Sky, who had been waiting for me to come back.
"You'd better go see your boyfriend!" she yelled after me.
"If he's been waiting by my locker this whole time, I'm gonna cry!" I yelled back.
My boyfriend wasn't waiting for me.
Sky showed up again, at my locker this time, and started yapping her mouth off about Devin Levin and Kevin and Gwevin and the other half of that oh-so-holy pairing. If I could smack her in the face without her getting mad at me, trust me, I would. And I would probably smack the living poop out of all the other obsessives out there.
"And then Benlie actually ended and I was the only one that could've predicted it and-"
"Can you get me my coat?"
"Yeah, sure, and then Kevin was all pretty again and (blah blah blahblah blah) and the episode was horrible."
"I don't think he's coming," I said, looking at the floor in front of my moving feet. The green and blue and brown carpeting never looked so inviting to curl up and die on.
"I see your Kevin Levin for you!" She pointed down the hallway.
I looked up. "Can you please shut up about Ben 10 for like, thirty seconds, please? I don't want him to know I hang out with freaks like you."
Sky gasped as I ran into the arms of my boyfriend. Unfortunately, our hug lasted about thirty-five seconds, and she started yapping again. I was able to snag a kiss on his lips (in front of the mucho-scary Dean of students) before my other best friend's insane dialect got too far into his ears.
On the bus, I banged my head on the seat in front of me. "Thanks a lot, Sky."
"What? At least is wasn't your first kiss, this time!"
"I still owe you a smack-in-the-face for that."
"Whatever. So on the episode last Friday night-"
"As soon as I give up hope that he won't show up, he shows up. It always happens."
"Maybe you should give up hope sooner!"
"And maybe you should give up hope that Kevin Levin is actually real."
"Well, my Gwevinites and I-"
"Oh, my GOD, it's a cult!"
from my ticked-off mind to your obsessive-offed-Gwevin-ed mind, bbop11rocks.
And Sky, SHUT UP.
