A/N So yeah... Just so you know, everyone who read the first chapter took my fictional virginity.
Feel special.
Feel special dangit.
Disclaimer: I'm not Scott Fellows. I don't own this crap. Nor am I Stephen Jerzak. Oh welllll BACK TO THE STORY.
I was sitting in the park area near the Wishing Well outside the Palm Woods, singing quietly and playing my guitar to myself. Cute, by Stephen Jerzak, always put me in such a chill mood. And right now, I need a chill mood.
Carlos.
That damn boy.
Stupid hotness.
Put on a frickin shirt.
No... I take that back. Leave it off.
That was pretty much how my thought process had been going since last night, when Alex and I met the boys in room 2J.
The thing was.. I couldn't really be mad at them. They were all so nice.
Damn them and their niceness.
I was shaken from my angry thoughts by Alex, who was walking closer to my bench.
"Sounds good, dawg," she said, sitting down next to me.
"For shizzle? Thanks man," I smiled. We talk like 90's rappers sometimes and I love it.
"Sooo. Still freaking out over foreign boy?"
"YES. How did you know."
"You're singing Cute. Plus your face looks mighty pissed."
"You read me like a book."
"What are you going to do?"
"I don't knowww. He's so terribly out of my league!" I sighed, setting my guitar next to me and stretching.
"Bullshit man. Just go for it!" Alex was always one to forget about the whole rejection thing.
I shot her a look.
She deserved it.
There is absolutely NO way in hell that someone as pretty as him would go out with a random folky chick from Connecticut.
That ain't how the world works baby.
"Hey Alex! Rosie!" I heard someone say. I was a bit curious as to who it was, since we didn't talk to many people here. And then Alex hit me on the leg and I knew exactly who it was. She immediately scooted over to let James sit down, nearly pushing me off the bench in the process.
"Oh, umm hi James!" Alex said rather nervously. I gave him a smile before looking back at my guitar rather glumly.
"Soo girls. You guys are new here. So I decided to take it upon myself to give you a much-needed social life!" He declared, opening his arms wide as if for us to hug him in gratitude.
Alex couldn't even take that without a bit of an eyebrow raise.
"What?" James asked, lowering his arms and looking rather put out.
"Oh, nothing," I said, smiling, "So how are we getting this fantastic social life?"
"A party! DUH!"
Okay, so I'm not a huge fan of parties, but in my defense Alex was giving me the puppydog eyes. I had no choice.
Who knows. It could be fun.
Maybe.
Ooh. Crappy cliffhanger. Those are always fun. I don't know, this second chapter was taking far too long to write. So I was like eff this and scribled this. Meh.
More stuff to come, hopefully better stuff. Soon! :)
