I messed up with Jill, because I (for one) am a terrible liar.
After her tour, we settled down in a Starbuck'sand started talking. When she told me about her dad, I felt her pain. But when the time to ask about my family, I completely choked. I couldn't tell her, because my mom is an alcholic. And my dad, could care less. Then there is my older sister, Angie who couldn't get out of there faster. The second college came up, she bailed and never came back. But I guess that I`m not much better, being in this fancy high school. God I am so dense. Anyway, when I told her that I couldn't tell her. She stood up and left. And I like the dumb monkey I am, just watched. Stunned. I couldn't believe it. I didn't know how three words could screw me over so badly.
When I got back to res, I sat down with a Coke and talked to my roomate, Jason. Who's relationship advice often comes from the soal of a 6 foot beach god, from Miami. He is my best friend, but he can be very shallow. Anyway, as I told him about what happened and he shook his head in understanding.
"Tough break dude, but if I were you I'ld text her and tell her something mushy. Or, as I prefer, get her something flashy." (Did I mention he has a trustfund?) "Trust me, it works." Yeah, well buddy, your a six foot, beach boy, Abercromie Model!!! I wanted to scream. But hey, it`s worth a try.
Me: u there
Her: No
Me: Want to talk
Her: Uh, no
Me: Want me to shut up
Her: No
Me: ???
Her: u can shut up when u say 1 thing.
Me: U Rock!
Her: Wrong
Me: U r amazing and im glad I met u.
Her: U R Pathetic
Me: Hello? Hello?
Why?
I messed up with Jill, because I (for one) am a terrible liar.
After her tour, we settled down in a Starbuck'sand started talking. When she told me about her dad, I felt her pain. But when the time to ask about my family, I completely choked. I couldn't tell her, because my mom is an alcholic. And my dad, could care less. Then there is my older sister, Angie who couldn't get out of there faster. The second college came up, she bailed and never came back. But I guess that I`m not much better, being in this fancy high school. God I am so dense. Anyway, when I told her that I couldn't tell her. She stood up and left. And I like the dumb monkey I am, just watched. Stunned. I couldn't believe it. I didn't know how three words could screw me over so badly.
When I got back to res, I sat down with a Coke and talked to my roomate, Jason. Who's relationship advice often comes from the soal of a 6 foot beach god, from Miami. He is my best friend, but he can be very shallow. Anyway, as I told him about what happened and he shook his head in understanding.
"Tough break dude, but if I were you I'ld text her and tell her something mushy. Or, as I prefer, get her something flashy." (Did I mention he has a trustfund?) "Trust me, it works." Yeah, well buddy, your a six foot, beach boy, Abercromie Model!!! I wanted to scream. But hey, it`s worth a try.
Me: u there
Her: No
Me: Want to talk
Her: Uh, no
Me: Want me to shut up
Her: No
Me: ???
Her: u can shut up when u say 1 thing.
Me: U Rock!
Her: Wrong
Me: U r amazing and im glad I met u.
Her: U R Pathetic
Me: Hello? Hello?
Why?