Author: Try to guess who says this...plz!
Tyson: Is it M- *is clamped by Kai*
Kai: TYSON! She told us before not to tell!!!
Tyson: :~(
Thinking My Love, just Thinking-Chapter 1
*A certain boy types at a laptop*
'She's a godess to me. I'm not truely worthy. Almost everyday I saw her until it stopped. But now it's restarted and I'll see
her again, thank god. Things will be back to normal, I guess it's many pixie sticks for me...oh god, PIXIE STICKS! Those sugary,
delightful treats. Make me all happy and do things I can't even remember about. I'm watching a re-run now...I'm seeing myself
dressed as a girl, being chased by HIM. HIM, the triangle marked, blue haired meanie! But I do remember somethings I remember
her saying "poor Max". Her, that brunette, that hostess of a hostess, truely a masteress of comedy. Sometimes I wish I could just
wrap my arms around her, kiss her silk-like cheeks. I know it's strange coming from someone so lively, yet this thing sounds
so calm. I'm scared in case I blurt out in public so I'm writing this out on email...Why? I ask...dunno I reply to myself.
Argh! Now I'm communicating to myself through writing. Why can't I stop thinking about her! It's like she's a paracite of the
mind, creeping in and nesting in my cushiony brain- no! Cannot compare her to something so, so, disgusting. Man, if anyone
found out the way I've been writing I'll be dead!'
"No! No! No!" I shut the laptop as Tyson walked in. He looked at me, quite puzzled and tilted his head,
"What's up?" he asked. I looked back at him and replied,
"Nothing much" I reply. God, that doesn't sound like me at all. Hope Tyson doesn't notice. Tyson smiled at me and I returned
the smile. Phew, he didn't notice. Then he grabs a mega sized pack of potato chips (or crisps over here in the UK) and walks out.
Sighing, I open the laptop and continue writing. Where was I?
'My heart cannot express how much I've missed this girl and it beats ever so, annoyingly. Now that she's back from China, and
has found a new sibling I know that she'll look even more, more, more, enchanting. But I know that with her, she'll only see
me as some who lives upon being sugar high. I wish there was someway, someway to tell her how I feel. If I don't tell someone
I'll daydream even furthur and the dreams could turn into fanasties. Humanity, thy name is comedy. Now all I want is to be able to tell
her, to feel her lips against mine. It will be hard as Kai's twin sis will be there, I hope she is nothing like Kai, I just hope'
I'm going to save this just for future reference. I go to click 'Save as Draft' but my hand judders and I click send. As I gasp
the new page loads and I see a bold message 'This message has been sent to...' Oh Dammit! I forgot I was going to write an email
to her and type this up in a new email with a blank name. But I must of forgot to switch to the blank addressed mail.
I typed the message in the addressed email page. Now it's too late. Nothing will stop it. I just hope she doesn't read it!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Author: How sweet...and how embarrassing
Tyson: Who did M-*is prodded by Kai* I mean 'he' send the message to?
Author: Not telling
Tyson: Awe I bet Kai knows
Kai: Of course I know, dumbo!
Tyson: :~(
Author: Review plwease!
Tyson: Is it M- *is clamped by Kai*
Kai: TYSON! She told us before not to tell!!!
Tyson: :~(
Thinking My Love, just Thinking-Chapter 1
*A certain boy types at a laptop*
'She's a godess to me. I'm not truely worthy. Almost everyday I saw her until it stopped. But now it's restarted and I'll see
her again, thank god. Things will be back to normal, I guess it's many pixie sticks for me...oh god, PIXIE STICKS! Those sugary,
delightful treats. Make me all happy and do things I can't even remember about. I'm watching a re-run now...I'm seeing myself
dressed as a girl, being chased by HIM. HIM, the triangle marked, blue haired meanie! But I do remember somethings I remember
her saying "poor Max". Her, that brunette, that hostess of a hostess, truely a masteress of comedy. Sometimes I wish I could just
wrap my arms around her, kiss her silk-like cheeks. I know it's strange coming from someone so lively, yet this thing sounds
so calm. I'm scared in case I blurt out in public so I'm writing this out on email...Why? I ask...dunno I reply to myself.
Argh! Now I'm communicating to myself through writing. Why can't I stop thinking about her! It's like she's a paracite of the
mind, creeping in and nesting in my cushiony brain- no! Cannot compare her to something so, so, disgusting. Man, if anyone
found out the way I've been writing I'll be dead!'
"No! No! No!" I shut the laptop as Tyson walked in. He looked at me, quite puzzled and tilted his head,
"What's up?" he asked. I looked back at him and replied,
"Nothing much" I reply. God, that doesn't sound like me at all. Hope Tyson doesn't notice. Tyson smiled at me and I returned
the smile. Phew, he didn't notice. Then he grabs a mega sized pack of potato chips (or crisps over here in the UK) and walks out.
Sighing, I open the laptop and continue writing. Where was I?
'My heart cannot express how much I've missed this girl and it beats ever so, annoyingly. Now that she's back from China, and
has found a new sibling I know that she'll look even more, more, more, enchanting. But I know that with her, she'll only see
me as some who lives upon being sugar high. I wish there was someway, someway to tell her how I feel. If I don't tell someone
I'll daydream even furthur and the dreams could turn into fanasties. Humanity, thy name is comedy. Now all I want is to be able to tell
her, to feel her lips against mine. It will be hard as Kai's twin sis will be there, I hope she is nothing like Kai, I just hope'
I'm going to save this just for future reference. I go to click 'Save as Draft' but my hand judders and I click send. As I gasp
the new page loads and I see a bold message 'This message has been sent to...' Oh Dammit! I forgot I was going to write an email
to her and type this up in a new email with a blank name. But I must of forgot to switch to the blank addressed mail.
I typed the message in the addressed email page. Now it's too late. Nothing will stop it. I just hope she doesn't read it!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Author: How sweet...and how embarrassing
Tyson: Who did M-*is prodded by Kai* I mean 'he' send the message to?
Author: Not telling
Tyson: Awe I bet Kai knows
Kai: Of course I know, dumbo!
Tyson: :~(
Author: Review plwease!