The Manly Man Journal of Joe Lucas - Part Two.
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August 1st, Saturday.
Lucas Residence, Bedroom, Afternoon, 1.00 pm.
Dear MMJ,
When a man can't even find peace in his own house, what with nosey brothers and nosier friends, you know things are bad. So I have taken refuge in a place where nobody will voluntarily come.
Can you guess?
Though in retrospect you wouldn't be able to seeing as you are a journal, who is inanimate and cannot talk and offer your thoughts on the questions I may pose to you. It's a good thing you aren't sentient though, that would just be creepy. And isn't sentient a fun word? I learnt it from watching Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles. Stella cannot complain that I don't know words. Though she probably will continue to do so seeing as I will not show her this journal where I show my impressive vocabulary with such finesse and alacrity.
Oh yeah, by the way I'm in the Stellavator.
My own genius amazes me. Stella comes here voluntarily but she wont now because she's arguing with Nick about the three cornered tear he made in his one of a kind Gucci silk shirt. She says it will take her a week to fix and she'd be damned if she's going to do it herself so Nick's going to be her seamstress for the week.
Hehehehe.
For once I'm not in trouble and I can talk about the thing that truly fascinates me.
Macy Misa.
Let's begin.
I love her hair. Seriously, it's a deep brown and it's soft and pretty and it smells amazing. It smells of green apples and cinnamon and god I love green apples and cinnamon. And whenever I see her hair, I have an insane urge to run my fingers through and take in deep breaths of the smell. Which I cant do always cause hello, that would just scream weirdo.
Plus it bounces around y'know. Not that's curly or anything but it falls in these waves which frame her face so prettily. And she looks so pretty. No, she looks beautiful.
I have a feeling I sound like a chick here but I don't care. Cause Macy's hair is one of my favorite things in the whole wide world. There was this one time when all of us, that is Macy, I, Nick, Stella, Kevin went to a movie. When we were coming back, Macy fell asleep on my shoulder and I got to smell her hair for the whole ride back home.
I could have gotten high off of it. That was one of the best days of my life.
The other was of course when Macy kissed me on my cheek after I gave her, her birthday present.
This might sound creepy but after she kissed me, I quickly slapped a tissue onto my face and now as a reminder I have that tissue with an imprint of her blueberry lip-gloss and there's also a faint smell of my Burberry cologne.
It's the most awesome thing in the world.
I mean me and Macy smell very good together.
Sigh.
That brings me to how she smells.
Macy smells of Aloe Vera body lotion and sandalwood. It might sound like the weirdest combination but it smells heavenly, because it smells so warm and cozy. And sometimes when I meet her after sports practice, she smells even better because the smell is fresh because she had to hit the showers.
Hmmm…showers.
I will not think of Macy in the showers, covered in sandalwood lather. I will not think of Macy in the showers, covered in sandalwood lather. I will not think of Macy in the showers, covered in sandalwood lather.
Damn it, I'm thinking of her like that.
I need to avert a potential crisis and think of something else. Think…think…think. Ha! I'm thinking of Kevin doing the hula with a bear who is also playing the trumpet.
Funny!
Crisis averted.
Since I've spent the majority of this entry talking about girly stuff, I shall go and do some manly things now.
I shall go and look at magazines and ogle at the girls there. Of course, I won't be betraying Macy. I'll look at the girls and re-imagine them as Macy. That way I'm not betraying her.
It will probably be not conducive to my general well being but no one can say I'm a bad person.
Though maybe thinking of Macy like that will be bad.
Dangflabbit. (I picked this up from Hannah's friend Jackson, he's a funny guy. Weird but funny.)
Wait! I know, I shall go see monster trucks.
They are manly and I don't have to worry about being disrespectful.
I'm so clever.
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Lucas Residence, Lounge, 3.00 pm.
Dear MMJ,
I was watching monster trucks and then Macy came home. It turns out she had come to see if Stella was here. And Stella was here, she now supervising Nick and his sowing skills.
Poor guy. I should have probably rescued him from the wrath of Stella but then that would have turned her wrath on me and though I love my brother very much, I think I love myself more.
She enquired about my head and I said that it was all better. She then gave me this questioning look and then felt my forehead. Her fingers on my forehead felt every nice. Macy has very nice fingers; they are cool and soothing on a hot brow.
I was going to tell her some of my witty and sophisticated jokes(I went and looked them up and practiced them in front of the mirror and all) when Kevin came and sat down next to her and began talking to her about schoolwork.
And just like that I was dumped aside for Biology.
However Frankie came and took Kevin away and once more I had Macy all to my self.
The funny part was that I wasn't able to say anything coherent. I talked about the most idiotic of things and Macy politely replied because Macy's very nice like that and even if an idiot talks to her she responds to them.
I mean everyday all I want to do is to spend some time with her. And then when I finally do, I just act really crazy which will probably make her wonder why she's even my friend in the first place. It's like someone flipped the crazy switch in my head without asking me first. And then they go and take the crazy switch out of my control so I can't control whatever nonsense spews put of my mouth.
Example.
Me: So Coach Kelly? He's creepy huh?
Macy: Really? But I thought he was nice. (She looked really confused here, not that I blame her.)
Me: No, I just heard a rumor that he likes to dress up as Princess Leia. (I don't know where this came from. Honestly.)
Macy: Maybe he likes playing dress up. I know I sometimes like pretending that I'm emo Nick. (And then she smiled at me, a dazzling big smile.)
Isn't that sweet of her? But she probably doesn't know that her coach is a cross-dressing man who also hits on the school receptionist. But I guess that doesn't make him a bad person. Just ups his weirdness quotient.
But seriously, isn't she sweet, admitting that she likes pretending she's emo Nick.
Me: That's cu—that's nice. You have to show me.
I almost said cute but didn't. Nice save isn't it. And then she showed me and I laughed like a hyena. That was embarrassing. Thankfully she didn't comment about it. But seriously, who talks about cross-dressing coaches to their crush? Only idiots like me.
Sigh.
And then Stella came at around 2.30 pm and took her away not before giving me a dirty look though. I fail to understand what I did wrong.
But maybe if I play the misunderstood tortured guy card, Macy might fall for me. That's sounds like a possibility. I'll have to subtly get her views on that though.
Fack, here come Nick and Kevin and Frankie. Putting you away. Don't want to get reamed about having a journal, even though it's a manly man one.
Bye.
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Notes to self.
Ask Macy about her preference for brooding tortured guys.
Get a lock for the journal! Like fast. Frankie's close on MMJ's trail.
Find out which brand of blueberry lip-gloss Macy wears.
Try to be more witty and suave. Like George Clooney.
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Thanks for the response. Hope you liked this part. :)