A/n—at the beginning of each chapter it says what day of the week it is. If it says 'Still ' that means the day of the week is the same as the day before it. (duh?) If it doesn't say 'Still' before it that means it is a new day. Please R&R!
Shoutouts:
Hey, guys! I'm back! I saw SOME hot Montreal boys, but the best was this one guy who looked like Specs. We talked for a while at the Olympic tower. It went something like this:
Me- What is number 27?
Him- uh…(checks board telling you what it is) it's a television tower…
Me- oh, that's…interesting.
Him- and number 26 is Mount Royale itself, and number 25 is (some French word)
Me- hnnh?
Him- oh, I'm bilingual, so I can help if you need a translator.
Me- uh, yeah. I can't speak French.
Him- oh…
Mountie (who was also on the trip)- I can only say 'Je ne comprend pas'.
Mountie&Me- (laugh)
Then later I took his picture. He had the same camera as me!!! (a Canon 2000 Rebel) Isn't that cool? As of now Specs is my third favourite. So now it goes Itey, Dutchy, Specs, Blink.
Erin Go Bragh- I don't know where Rocky came from, it was in a moment of writers block and Salvester Salone or something.
Bobcat:Slashgoil- I though everyone would go 'what the hell is she doing? Since when does Swifty talk to a rock?' but I was wrong, everyone loves Rocky!!! And I'm telling you, they DON'T WANT TO HAVE SEX! There's a difference between what you want and what they want.
Coin- once again with the Rocky! Everyone loves him! I should do a spin-off called 'Rocky, the thought behind the rock'. It would be a Tragedy/Drama and it would be a hit!
Strawberri Shake- again with the Rocky! And they'll end up together…wait…(checks notebook) well, let's just say you'll find out…
(Still Friday)
—Jack's PoV—
I've always been a loner. By saying this I don't mean in a negative way, I just never really had any friends and I never had a need for them.
I think that that's what Aaron really needed, a friend, someone to talk to. This makes me feel guilty because when he tried to talk to me I just told Dad. I regret telling him now because I need someone to talk to and I can't.
By 'I can't', I mean I don't have the courage to talk to him. I know where he's staying; I found a message on our answering machine a couple of weeks after he left telling Lydia where he was. This is purely a courage thing; I'm not brave enough to talk to him after what I did to him. Then again, lack of courage got me into this mess in the first place. I didn't have the courage to talk to Sarah, I didn't have the courage to tell Arrow that I wasn't on the rebound, I don't have the courage to do anything.
I think the real problem is pride, I think I'm preserving it, but what good is pride without doing something courageous to prove you have it? It's like a horse without a rider. It's useless. Complete and utterly useless.
—Pie Eater's PoV—
Something just flew out of left field and hit me in the side of the face. We're not talking gym class; I mean something I never expected just happened. Spot. Spot happened. Actually, I should correct myself on this, to be truthful, Skittery happened. Now, because of Skittery, Boots is indefinitely gay and Spot stares at some kid from across the lunchroom. Skittery is turning everyone gay. I am the only straight person at our lunch table. Well, and Pidge, but she shouldn't count. You never see her without Skittery and vice versa.
But anyways, I didn't see this coming. All the conversation and problem swapping couldn't have prepared me for it. I never would have guessed Sot. I don't think Spot, himself would have believed it if I told him.
Things have gotten too weird. I don't think I should even bother trying to figure everything out right now. How do people get themselves into stuff like this anyways? Life is so straightforward.
—David's PoV—
"Jack tried talking to me," said Sarah gloomily from the kitchen table.
My heart skipped at his name. I swallowed nervously. "And?"
"And I blew him off," she scoffed, remembering the incident. "He said he remembered all about me. That he still 'knew me'."
That's when I knew. That's when I knew Sarah was really over Jack. She spoke as though she felt sorry for the guilty party. Almost as though the way Jack was acting was pathetic. On some level I agree, why is he crawling back to Sarah anyways?
I must admit, I'm jealous of Sarah. There must be hundreds of gay guys in New York but I had to pick a straight one who likes my sister.
I walked to my cramped room in the corner of our apartment and shut the door behind me. I pulled a chair up to my dresser and stared at myself in the mirror. What was wrong with me? Curly hair, contrasting blue eyes, pointy lips and eyebrows. Distinctly noticeable eyebrows. They're like friggin caterpillars. Maybe my eyebrows scare people away. I seriously don't doubt that.
Next I walked to the bathroom and dug around in the drawers until I found Sarah's tweezers. I kept trying to pluck at the flyaway hairs the tweezers slipped and I didn't manage to remove a single one. I got extremely frustrated, grabbed my razor, and shaved them gone. When I realized what I had done I threw the razor into the garbage and ran back to my room.
Instead of caterpillar-esque I now have no eyebrows at all and two lumps where they used to rest.
The only person I blame right now is Jack.
A/n: David shaved off his eyebrows! What a silly boy! Sorry for the three short PoVs, but that's the way it is… review please! If not about the story, just about how much you missed me while I was away… (hint, hint)