Okay, so I've had a really rough day yesterday. My 'best friend' and I got into a fight, and my dad practically took her side and stood against me . . . All because I wanted a simple request: To hang out with her since I only saw her three times this summer. And she kept on breaking her promises. So, yeah, not in a particularly good mood today either. I apologize if this chapter isn't the best again.
Either way, can't let my readers down. I literally have no true friends to talk to (because I'm a social retard and I have no life. XD) and making you guys happy brings joy to me, too.
I still don't own the Mortal Instruments. Hoorah.
Lethologica
"Hi-Hippi-Hipp-uh-Hippo-"
"What, are you doing?" asked Maia, bewildered, as she stared down at the figure hunching over a thick dictionary, his dark hair falling across his face in shadows. An irritated glance from him was enough for her to raise her hands in defense. "Juuust askin'."
"It's not my fault I can't remember words correctly, all right?" Jordan said, and looked down at his book. He seemed genuinely exasperated. "It literally took me three weeks to remember 'astronomy' in high school, and I took that as a class."
Maia smiled as she watched him crinkle his nose in irritation. "That's one part of you that makes you so special."
He raised an eyebrow at that. "Special. Usually, 'special' is not used as a compliment."
"Oh, don't be ridiculous. Some people are just born that way: They confuse vocabulary easily. So what, then? It's not a big deal."
"Oh, it's a big deal, all right," said the other werewolf, and thrust his face into the book again. "How would you feel when you discover that you have a possum you don't like?"
Maia raised her eyebrows in confusion. "Possum? You mean 'problem'."
Jordan glared at her, his lips twitching to the side in annoyance. He flicked a hand out, "See?"
"What? That's just one little mistake. And it's only every once in a while. Nobody else knows you have that problem."
"But one time, I asked a friend for some hand sanitizer. I ended up asking him for some hand fertilizer."
This time, Maia raised her eyebrows in amusement. "Oh, that must've been something."
"Don't rub it in, I've got it enough from them. I even asked my mother, once, if I could have some peanut butter and jacky in my sandwich."
Maia simply bursted into laughter. "Oh, dear goodness, please don't say anymore."
"Now you're laughing," Jordan sighed, a blush on his face, and he looked away. A beat later, he looked back. "You want to know what's worst?"
Maia looked truly torn on whether she should say yes to that, or not. "Fine," she concluded, pursing her smiling lips. "What?"
"On my grandma's birthday, after we ate the cake, I told her she had some cum on her face."
So the hand fertilzer thing was actually true. I did that once when I came to America three years ago. My English was terrible. I'm so glad I'll never make that mistake again. Haha.
All right then, I hope I can update a bit earlier tomorrow. And hopefully, too, my mood will be better. Thumbs up!
