xX... Hey, everyone thinks this story is... "interesting". LOLZ, it's ok, this
one still isn't as good as my other ones... Enjoy (I guess) ...xX
!#ZACK!#
She grabbed me by my shirt, it was a dark blue polo (btw, my fav.) and she drew me close. I had been waiting for this day for ever. She embraced me and ran her fingers through my soft dark hair. I clutched the back of her head and felt her hair run through MY fingers. Her hair was soft and pretty long; it's dark, like mine. Never had I seen a girl's hair this close up. She breathed softly into my ear as we 'locked lips'. It was just like in the movies. A fire blazing in the fireplace, presents waiting under the tree, we wouldn't stop either. She started moving her to her dorm bedroom. Before I knew it she had slammed the door shut with her foot. We feel onto the bed, still locked in our passionate kiss...
The next morning I awoke lying next to her. My shirt off, my boxer shorts on. Covered in a white sheet. She was still sleeping. I wrapped my hand around her waist. Her body was warm. What had we done last night? A question that no doubt had perplexed many a celebrity. I went into the common room. I got Katie three gifts even before we were 'in love' officially. I think she'll like them. One: an ornate cast iron cigarette holder. (For the classy part of my best friend!) Two: the greatest hits of Yes (her favorite band) Three: Some excuse slips (which I killed my nerves by stealing, something I NEVER do, that's love right there). She's big into skipping classes. I don't understand it, that's why she got into Middlebury and not Cornell I guess. She totally confuses me. But she's drop dead gorgeous. I dunno, it puzzles me too. We're going back to NYC on Friday. There's so much to do, we could never get bored there.
Katie just woke up, looking as thoroughly tired and exhausted. Even though she was stunning. I gaped and ogled again at her. I don't think she minded though. Or she would've bit my head off. She just smiled. We opened gifts. She loved my gifts. She hugged me and we kissed. I opened mine. Here's what she got me:
A fake gold chain ("you need some bling-bling Zack!" she laughed)
A book I'd really wanted: Wicked by Gregory Maguire
"Last night" (we both laughed at that one!)
Boy do I love Christmas. But, unfortunately, I had to write the essay for Cornell. DRAG. After that I played a little guitar. I'm trying to get back into it. It's not easy... Lemme tell ya!
Summer dropped by, she's leaving. AGAIN. She's too privileged. But she's nice so I guess I can't complain. And she'd die for me. So, yup. BYE!
$Marta$
Fun, I'm pregnant. I know. Don't say it.
I haven't told anyone. Not even Chad. I should shouldn't I? I guess so.
I'm such a whore. I know that... I want to be back in 6th grade, with Dewey, with Katie, with Summer. I'm so lost. When's the found part?
%&)Gordon%&)
Christmas sucks, all the time. Every year. Since 6th grade. Since everyone left, we began to hate each other. Then I guess fate intervened, everyone just split. That's when it went downhill. Lawrence skyrocketed to cool. I went straight down. My best friend Marco left. That sucks. This Christmas my Dad left. Fun, I know. Marta used to say that. She was my second best friend. That's all over. Now I'm a loner. That's that. This Christmas, besides Dad leaving, was boring. No Christmas. No Snow. No Nothing. Only me sitting at home, I opened the one and only present I got. A scarf. Fun. What a way to spend Christmas. Life sucks, I hate California. I want to go home to New Jersey. Like a said, Christmas sucks. Not only that, but life blows. I miss everyone, except Lawrence and Michelle; I want to go home...
#Eleni#
This sucks! I haven't been in the story at all yet. Well, here am I! WATCH OUT! In 7th grade I moved to London England, my dad got a work change. We still live there. I'm in 12th grade. At an American school. We live in Chelsea, this hip very cool neighborhood. Last night I was going through my CD collection (believe me, I have so many) and I found this really awesome CD, the band is School of Rock. They're pretty good. Not, great, just good. I think I've heard them before but I'm not so sure...
=)Billy=) School? Who needs it? When I was in 10th grade I was hired by Rosie O'Donnell to create the costumes (along with Bobby Pierce and Mike Nicholls) to do the costumes to a new musical opening on Broadway. It was called Taboo. It only lasted 100 performances. But I'm still not in school. I don't think I will. I like this life. Bobby and Mike got Tony nom's for the costumes. I didn't. FUCK THEM! They didn't win though, dirty whores they are.
xX... Do you like this format better? Anyway, I know it's slow; I'm just trying to set up for some stuff. CONTINUE R&Ring! PLZ! PS- Taboo, you're too good for Billy! ...xX
!#ZACK!#
She grabbed me by my shirt, it was a dark blue polo (btw, my fav.) and she drew me close. I had been waiting for this day for ever. She embraced me and ran her fingers through my soft dark hair. I clutched the back of her head and felt her hair run through MY fingers. Her hair was soft and pretty long; it's dark, like mine. Never had I seen a girl's hair this close up. She breathed softly into my ear as we 'locked lips'. It was just like in the movies. A fire blazing in the fireplace, presents waiting under the tree, we wouldn't stop either. She started moving her to her dorm bedroom. Before I knew it she had slammed the door shut with her foot. We feel onto the bed, still locked in our passionate kiss...
The next morning I awoke lying next to her. My shirt off, my boxer shorts on. Covered in a white sheet. She was still sleeping. I wrapped my hand around her waist. Her body was warm. What had we done last night? A question that no doubt had perplexed many a celebrity. I went into the common room. I got Katie three gifts even before we were 'in love' officially. I think she'll like them. One: an ornate cast iron cigarette holder. (For the classy part of my best friend!) Two: the greatest hits of Yes (her favorite band) Three: Some excuse slips (which I killed my nerves by stealing, something I NEVER do, that's love right there). She's big into skipping classes. I don't understand it, that's why she got into Middlebury and not Cornell I guess. She totally confuses me. But she's drop dead gorgeous. I dunno, it puzzles me too. We're going back to NYC on Friday. There's so much to do, we could never get bored there.
Katie just woke up, looking as thoroughly tired and exhausted. Even though she was stunning. I gaped and ogled again at her. I don't think she minded though. Or she would've bit my head off. She just smiled. We opened gifts. She loved my gifts. She hugged me and we kissed. I opened mine. Here's what she got me:
A fake gold chain ("you need some bling-bling Zack!" she laughed)
A book I'd really wanted: Wicked by Gregory Maguire
"Last night" (we both laughed at that one!)
Boy do I love Christmas. But, unfortunately, I had to write the essay for Cornell. DRAG. After that I played a little guitar. I'm trying to get back into it. It's not easy... Lemme tell ya!
Summer dropped by, she's leaving. AGAIN. She's too privileged. But she's nice so I guess I can't complain. And she'd die for me. So, yup. BYE!
$Marta$
Fun, I'm pregnant. I know. Don't say it.
I haven't told anyone. Not even Chad. I should shouldn't I? I guess so.
I'm such a whore. I know that... I want to be back in 6th grade, with Dewey, with Katie, with Summer. I'm so lost. When's the found part?
%&)Gordon%&)
Christmas sucks, all the time. Every year. Since 6th grade. Since everyone left, we began to hate each other. Then I guess fate intervened, everyone just split. That's when it went downhill. Lawrence skyrocketed to cool. I went straight down. My best friend Marco left. That sucks. This Christmas my Dad left. Fun, I know. Marta used to say that. She was my second best friend. That's all over. Now I'm a loner. That's that. This Christmas, besides Dad leaving, was boring. No Christmas. No Snow. No Nothing. Only me sitting at home, I opened the one and only present I got. A scarf. Fun. What a way to spend Christmas. Life sucks, I hate California. I want to go home to New Jersey. Like a said, Christmas sucks. Not only that, but life blows. I miss everyone, except Lawrence and Michelle; I want to go home...
#Eleni#
This sucks! I haven't been in the story at all yet. Well, here am I! WATCH OUT! In 7th grade I moved to London England, my dad got a work change. We still live there. I'm in 12th grade. At an American school. We live in Chelsea, this hip very cool neighborhood. Last night I was going through my CD collection (believe me, I have so many) and I found this really awesome CD, the band is School of Rock. They're pretty good. Not, great, just good. I think I've heard them before but I'm not so sure...
=)Billy=) School? Who needs it? When I was in 10th grade I was hired by Rosie O'Donnell to create the costumes (along with Bobby Pierce and Mike Nicholls) to do the costumes to a new musical opening on Broadway. It was called Taboo. It only lasted 100 performances. But I'm still not in school. I don't think I will. I like this life. Bobby and Mike got Tony nom's for the costumes. I didn't. FUCK THEM! They didn't win though, dirty whores they are.
xX... Do you like this format better? Anyway, I know it's slow; I'm just trying to set up for some stuff. CONTINUE R&Ring! PLZ! PS- Taboo, you're too good for Billy! ...xX