"He's so hot," she gushes. Apparently that is the only way they can describe people. "Yeah, he's

in my grade. No I don't have any classes." I sit on the only piece of furniture not taken, the floor.

How can three people take up a chair and a sectional couch, I don't know. Then again Erin was

lying down and you remember what I said about her. "His names Richard Wood, but he likes to

be called Jordan. And man is he hot. He has dirty blonde hair and the most beautiful blue eyes."

Gag me with a spoon. Come on. Oh sorry. Now of course Erin is interested. If Chelsea thinks

he's hot then more than likely she does too. They have the same bad taste in men…err boys. So

Erin goes into her game of 20 questions. "What does a like to do for fun? How old is he?" And

the most important one for her, "How tall is he?" Begins laughing So….so….sorry. Then like

magic she turns the conversation to her. It seems to be her very own magic trick. And boy has she

practiced. "Eric has blue eyes." And it begins. "He also has black hair and is soooo funny." Rolls

her eyes Now they begin talking at the same time and their stories form into one. "He is so funny

and artsy and he loves to skateboard. He's so good, well actually I've never seen him do it, but

from what I've heard he's like the best. He is in a band too. I hear he's really good." Oh my

goodness I think I see stars. And of course I had to ask a question. To Chelsea. "You learned all

of that from him today?" She stopped and got the look of death on her face. And I saw my death

in her eyes. "Well no. I haven't actually talked to him yet, at least not really." And enter the retard.

"Wow so you're just like a stalker then?" Strangulation. "No I just know people who know him."

A smart person would have left it at that. Not that I'm saying I'm dumb, but everyone has their

moments. "And how is that not stalking?" In my sleep and lit on fire. "Because I said so." Finally

my smarts kicked in. "Okay," I say with a nod. I pray that Erin's magic will kick in and change the

subject, but no. Everyone's silent, I can hear crickets in the back ground. There is no way I'm

sleeping tonight. "So…yeah…where does he live?" Light upon her face. "That's just it he lives

right over there." Ah salvation. And for the rest of the night all I hear is Eric blahblahblah Jordan

blahblahblah skateboard blahblahblah band.

Now you've had a taste if you want to leave to it now because the horrors are just beginning…