"H aha, totally Lin... aha! Yeah, I'm just gonna go... get a pepsi. BRB!" I hurriedly scurried out of A & F, headed towards the food court. A very eventful shopping experience was experienced.. lol, using experience (sorta) in the same sentence... Anywho, guess who like... totally became BFFs and started acting gay and totally made out? Sonny and Lindsay! Well, not the make out part, but I really don't think that's far.

Yes, I know... I was completely shocked too as I exited the dressing room asking for Sonny's opinion on a peach tunic and leggings outfit I'd put together, when I saw her giggling with the She-Devil, practically sitting on each other's laps.

Now, mind you... Lindsay's like... the dumbest girl on the face of the planet, unless Manny counts... but she's a slut, but then again... Linday's the dumbest, point blank period. Sonny's super smart-which sometimes makes me wonder why she's friends with me since she's like... an uncertified genius! And I know I'm saying 'like' a lot, but like... I can't find any other words; I don't think 'like' has a synonym which really sucks because I sound like Lindsay when she's trying to explain a new routine to me that she managed to conjure up in her abandoned head before showing the rest of the team, seeing as how even though we're both co-captains, I have a bigger say on team duties than she does. Blame my 'over-active imagination', Mrs. Wheeler's words.

I literally had to make up the quickest excuse ever-I was thirsty-to get away from the hideous scene. If you saw it, you'd run too. It was completely unbearable; unbelieveable, and I was UNwilling to believe it; Sonny, Lindsay, Amy, and the rest of the team were exchanging numbers! With Sonny! Who's the complete opposite of them, other than her stunning beauty, therefore enabling to capture the attention of anyone she passed by, but STILL! This didn't make sense. It was like seeing a cat and a mouse walking side by side; many imagine it, but never actually think they'll see it, except I never, ever thought.. ugh, I don't even want to say it.

Abruptly, my ringtone 'Not Afraid' started blasting. Haha, funny story... one boring, boring day after school after detention, I let Nick use my phone to call his mom because she was picking us up and blah blah blah-basically, he set it. Actually, that wasn't funny... -.-

Buuuut, it was kind of funny when Nick tried to act like that jungle dude... what's his name? TARZAN! Yeah, him. anyways, Nick totally had the act downpacked, so I may have dared him to climb up a tree and he may have fallen trying to dodge a bee's nest, which may have caused him to break his arm, causing him to wear a cast for about 1 month. He totally hated me the entire time, but I know he secretly loved me for it; it totally got him out of gym and an automatic 'A'. After that, he walked around saying how he was 'macho' and 'superman-ish' and 'fearless'-totally Taylor Swift-like, and changed his ringtone to that overyly-advertised song.

"Loserrr, hiiii." I sang, after fishing around for it in my purse.

"Miiiley, you have such a charming greeting."

"Well, only for you BFF!" I chuckled.

"F unny you should say that... BFF... I saw your status." I could tell he was smirking at this point.

"N ice to know you stalk my facebook."

"Well, I have to stay updated on one of the most important people in my life, so... yeah, I guess you could call it stalking, just don't block me or anything."

I had to laugh again; Nick was so... Nick. "I won't."

"Good, so who's new BFFs?"

As I told Nick the horrid outcome of today, I drank half a strawberry milkshake from Steak 'n Shake, and heard Nick crack about 6 jokes.

"On the plus side, you still have mee."

I raised my eyebrow. "Explain to me how that's a good thing."

N ick lightly laughed, then explained. "I will never convert to the dark side, so I'd never leave you."

"Aww, you're sweet, Nickyy."

"Well, you know how I's do."

I laughed at his fake attempt at being a 'gansta', something we did often once boredom overtook us.

"So, what happened after I left?" I questioned Sonny as she pulled out of the mall parking lot.

She shrugged, stopping at a red light. "Nothing, really; the girls started talking about homecoming, though."

"Hmm, why am I not surprised?" I pulled my phone out of my pocket, starting a new text message.

Sonny softly laughed. "They were talking about who they were voting for and what they were wearing and dates and stuff. We should totally go."

"What?" Her last statement completely caught me off guard as I pressed the 'send' button.

The lightly hastily turned green, and I jerked in my seat as Sonny's foot pressed the... down thing? I didn't really pay attention during driving school thingy... whatever.

"We should go to homecoming; it'll be fun!" Her perky, OCD voice came out, aka the one I semi-loved, semi-hated.

"If we is you and Loser Boy, sure, it'll be loads of fun." I discreetly rolled my eyes, fixing my eyes on my phone; facebook.

"If my Loser Boy, you mean Nick-btw stop calling him that-then yes, but I also mean you, missy."

"Whatever, mom."

She made a slow left turn onto the freeway. "I'm really serious, Miley. You didn't go freshman year, which I kind of blame myself for, for not making you, but this year, you aren't getting out of it, even if I have to buy you a dress myself and drag you; you're going."

I stifled a laugh, deciding on what my next status would be: Trapped in a car w/ a homecoming loonie. help? :p txt me, lovelies. "Mommy, after homecoming, can we go ride to candyland on my magical, pink pony?"

That earned a big, giantic, humongous, some other synonym for 'big' laugh. "Yes, honey, after we pass the corners of 'STFU' and 'i'm not your mommy'."