I've always imagined Andi to be the type that couldn't keep up with a diary if she depended on it. (Like me.) Honestly, if it weren't for that she seems like the type to try it just to prove a point, I'd dare say she wouldn't even have one. Doesn't seem her style.
This is some good old humor with some fluff in the end. It's short af, but I really like it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Every Witch Way.
Hey... So, you are my journal, I suppose. This is weird. I've never had a journal before...
Anyway, literally the only reason why I'm doing this is because Lily insisted that guardianing, or whatever the term is, Emma would need structure. It will supposedly help me and her both if I record experiences. Well, I guess I also wanted to prove Em wrong when she told Lily I'd never do it. Emma says she's just glad I'm going to be doing it, so at sleepovers she can add something girly... Ick. No, thanks.
These entries will be called the "Chronicles of Cruz" because it sounds cool and I need a way to make this suck less. So, Chronicle One... Begin?
It is August third. Summer lasts another three weeks, and then it's back to Iridium High for our final year of highschool. The suffering will finally end in May.
Unfortunately, I'll still probably be stuck watching Jax and Emma make out shamelessly for years to come. Three cheers for thirdwheeling! (Yes, that was sarcasm)
Speaking of thirdwheeling, I am now officially the only single person left in out gang. Sophie met a guy named Ned, who's just as odd as she is. Katie met some nerd guy online, and surprisingly wasn't a 50 year old pedo. Daniel and Mia finally sorted out their issues and are happy together. Gigi and Sebastian finally stopped kidding themselves and are now a journaling couple, whatever the crap that even means. Diego and Maddie are still in love. It's gross.
And Jemma are... Married, pretty much. That best sums up their behavior. I bet they lied about their age, ran off to Vegas, and got married. Because if not, it's genuinely worse than if they had...
I'll just say I don't trust half the furniture in Emma's house, anymore. Her poor dad is so oblivious.
Luke picked a bad time to dump me. Right after he did, I became Em's guardian. And his mom sent him to some camp to "find a good wife that would still love a failure." Emma and I laughed about that one for hours. It's hilarious.
Honestly, as bad as it is, I really don't care that he left me. I didn't care for a moment. It hurt to lose Phillip, but Preppy was kind of like, "K, whatever" and tacos. The tacos were during the breaking up, too.
Maybe I'm heartless. There are only two boys on this Earth that I've ever liked. I created one of them. Nobody ever likes me. They're all so taken with Emma.
Emma has feelings. Emma doesn't need to build a boyfriend. Emma never gets left. Emma is what everyone strives for.
But... glitter. I'll let Emma be Emma. If I need glitter to not die alone, I'll go buy my cats now. Or a bibigun so I can at least shoot some of the asshole teenage boys I deal with in their literal assholes.
I'd so love to see that!
This is exactly why I'm single.
August 9th: Chronicle 2
I'm not the best at keeping up with this thing. So, let me catch you up a bit, I guess. We had a party at the Beachside 7. Jax and Emma got into a fight over something so stupid before Emma could find me they'd already made up. These two, I swear...
Em has something in store for me, I think. Whatever it is, I really don't want to know. I'm frustratingly done with life. Luke called me last night to beg me to take him back. I told him to shove his apology up his ass because I know I deserve better. He called me a whore.
I laughed and hung up. Then, I sent him a meme of someone with both middle fingers up, captioned 'Go fuck yourself, asshole. Nobody else will'
I definitely got the last word. His mom texted me to ask why her son called her in tears.
That's all I have to say. All I've done today is swim and watch Netflix while I ate a lot of food.
While Phillip was helping his girlfriend pack for college, almost a year later, he came across a leather book the size of your average journal. He frowned: Andi wasn't a diary person.
"Babe, what's this?" He crawled out from under her bed to hold it up, thinking maybe it was a hand-written spellbook for when Hex was at Em's. His step sister had one.
"Oh." She laughed in remembrance, taking it from him. "That was the time Lily and Em tried to get me to write a journal. I think I wrote in it, like, once." She took off the band that held it shut and turned to page one.
"Haha. Yep. Still don't trust that furniture." Phillip laughed at her words, reading the entry over her shoulder.
"Luke was an ass; he deserved that."
"That wasn't the end of it." She let him read the next page, and he bust out laughing.
"Holy fuck! You've sent Jax that meme in group chat so often Emma doesn't even react anymore."
"Because she's testament to the fact that it isn't true for him."
"He cried?"
"Mhm."
"Damn." He kissed her. "That's my girl."
She dropped the diary in favor of wrapping her arms around him and kissing him again.
What a surprise: the Chronicles Of Cruz failed worse than even she predicted.
This is why you don't try to get Andi to do something she finds girly. It wasn't, but the most stubborn woman on Earth made up her mind and she wasn't going to change it.
Now, her decision was to take some time to appreciate that surprise Emma had for her, way back in August. The one she was eternally grateful for.
If she could go back and laugh at herself for not wanting to know, she would.
Aww. There's something about fluff that makes me feel so nice. But, though I don't usually dedicate too much time to them, I'll always have a special place in my heart for Phandi fluff. It's so... special, I guess.
Kay. Bye.