Hey guys! I appreciated the feedback. I hope yall like this story so far. It'll be jammed pack with Moliver moments later on in the story. The same with Lackson, (which I love!) and it should be coming soon, so keep your eyes peeled for small little hints! Cause trust me, they'll be there! R&R!
Chapter 2:
January 22nd
Homeroom, my desk, 8:45 AM
La-da-da. Mr. Herasechocie (pronounced Her.ass.is.choky) is late. Again.
Last Friday he was late because his cat swallowed one of his collector coins along with a penny. Mr. Herasechocie (hahaha every time I think of his last name I think of Miley. I have no clue why) was devastated.
When they gave the coin back to him (and before they had the chance to wash it), he kissed it passionately. My mom's a veterinarian at the place he went to so that's how I got all the juicy tails.
Hahaha… juicy tails… we're talking about cats… haha. Wow. Lame much?
Now people meow at him when he walks through the halls. I feel kind of bad for him, but he is the guy who lives with his mother (who looks like she's a he and has been around since the Ice Age) and has seven cats named after the seven dwarfs from Snow White. Yeah.
I wonder if the guy's ever had a girlfriend in his life. These things make me wonder… Lilly and Miley are looking at me and are reaching over…
HEYYYYYYY!!!!!! WEEE LOVEEE YOUUU!!!!!!! YAY!!!! Love, Miley and Lilly. PS: Oliver's bestest best friends in the whole wide world. PPS: Sorry, but Oliver needs to talk to US instead of YOU so ha! PPPS: Love you!!! PPPPS: Yay!!!
January 22nd
Geometry, my desk, 9:30 AM
Well, we all found out why Herassischokey was late today.
His Ice Age mother had fallen off the… er… toilet… and she had to go to the ER because she broke her wrist on the hard ceramic floor.
I'm sorry that I laughed, Journal. But you have to admit that that is pretty darn funny. I mean, think about it.
An old lady sitting on the pot doing what she does best and all of the sudden she spazzes out or whatever and ends up on the floor with a broken wrist. What's not to laugh at?
Well, actually, double thinking that, maybe you shouldn't think about it. Shivers from gross mental picture.
When I started to chuckle softly, however, Miley and Lilly were immediately on my case. Like right now, I am noticing Miley staring at me. It's kind of odd, and I can definitely tell she isn't staring because of my constant writing in you.
Okay, I admit. I have a Journal addiction. It's worse than kissing. Well, if I actually ever kissed one girl more than once, that is.
Miley just got in trouble for facing me. She's sitting in the desk in front of mine and was looking back at me for what seemed to be ages.
Seriously, what's so great about me? Well, I guess a lot of things.
I ammmm Smokin Oken and have left many girls heartbroken… or maybe the other way around… but mostly I dumped them because it was awkward or whatnot.
Lilly just passed Miley a note. Miley reads it and turns bright red, then crumpling it up and slides it into her hot pink notebook. I pass Lilly a note. It said this 'Lilly… what did you say to Miley in that note?' I waited a few seconds before a response came back… 'I told her she was drooling. She was also zoning out and staring at you.'
I flushed bright red. She smirked. Journal, why does this keep happening to me? Lilly, sitting next to Miley, gave a 'haha you're blushing' type of look. I roll my eyes and continue writing.
Oh jolly wolly crap. Teacher's asking me a question. I'll talk more later.
January 22nd
Lunch, 11:37, table
Today has been an interesting day so far.
I swear, I think I have like a zit on my eyelids or something. Miley keeps staring at them. It's kind of embarrassing.
I think she thinks my eyes are funny looking. I already know that she is not lovin the whole 'one nostril bigger than the other' ordeal. Is my eye droopy or something? If it is I would appreciate two certain teenage girls to tell me. This kind of information is useful.
That was weird. Miley and Lilly just excused themselves so they could take a break to the 'piddily diddily department'. What in the world of dead socks is the piddily diddily department? It sounds like a grocery store or something. Wait, I thinking I'm thinking of the Piggily Wiggily. Or whatever.
Well, I'm gonna stop writing now cause I'm getting some interested and some weirded out glances and stares from fellow classmates.
So goodbye for now. Toodles!
Ahem. I mean later.
January 22nd
Home, 11:30 PM, my bed
Well, that was a very interesting day. I told you most of it, but I didn't get to tell you the Gym part.
Okay, so me, Lilly, and Miley all have the same gym period. So we were all walking on our way to gym (which wasn't very far away). When we split our separate ways to go into our locker rooms, I was bombarded by teenage guys asking me thousands and millions and trillions of questions.
Haha, that reminded me of that book… Hundreds, Thousands, Millions of Cats or whatever. Herassischokey read it on the first day back.
Herassischokey is kind of hard to write out so I think I'm just gonna say Chokeyass from now on. Seriously, it's so much easier. Anyway, back to the story.
I was bombarded with questions as I made my way through the male locker rooms. Freaky questions like this were being asked to me like five hundred times per second, 'Are you going out with Miley?' and 'Do you think Miley's hot? Cause I think she's smokin' and 'Finallyyyy you and Miley!'
It was very, very strange. Es muy, muy extraño. If you know any Spanish then you would know what that says. If you don't… well just read what I had written right before.
Like a pro, I ignored these questions and proceeded to change into my gym uniform. For some reason I wished I was in the girl's locker room… it would be nice to… erm, never mind. I shook my head slightly (to get hair out of my eyes, make it messy… and remove the thought from my head) and I walked out of the locker room.
Miley and Lilly were standing there arguing about something.
"Hey guys, what's going on?" I asked them confused. "Miley won't admit to me that she likes yo…" "You…tube!" Miley finished. "What?" I asked. "What?" Lilly asked back. "What?" Miley said. "Nothing." Lilly said. "Okay…" Miley and I said together. She looked at me and started to giggle, making my face flush.
We walked into the gym door. "Ewww it smells like sour socks!" Miley said disgustedly. "Yeah…" "Doesn't it always?" Lilly sighed. "Everyone, against the wall!"
Ms. Seabaugh walked out of her closet clapping her hands. Everyone rushed and stood against the wall. I stood next to Miley and Lilly next to her and Nate Albertson. He looked at Lilly curiously and shook his head, messing up his hair.
Lilly smiled at him and he smiled back. Miley looked at them interestingly and I had to whisper in her ear, "Miley, don't even think about meddling." She acted as if she couldn't hear me and nodded her head, smiling while biting bottom her lip.
Mmmmhhh thinking back I can't believe I didn't want to go up and suck on it... Oh my god, Oken. What are you thinking?!
"Miley, you won't meddle will you? Oh what am I kidding, you're so about to meddle." "Ohhh yeahhh." Miley said while nodding.
I rolled my eyes and focused my attention on Ms. Seabaugh.
"We are going to lift weights today," Ms. Seabaugh barked.
Some kids call her Sealball because she barks like a seal and is a gym teacher, hence the word ball.
The girls, including Miley and Lilly groaned along with some of the guys, but me and several others hollered loud 'whoots!'
"But first," Sealball continued, "You all are running fifteen laps because of your lack of enthusiasm." "But I didn't grumble!" I said loudly and several other guys agreed. "Oliver," She began, "Your right. Run an extra four laps. I HATE it when my students are right!"
Is it just me, or is there something wrong with that picture? Shouldn't teachers be glad that their pups are RIGHT for once? Eh, whatever. It is Sealball after all. Huh. That kind of rhymed.
I groaned again and joined all the other students in running. Soon, everyone else completed their laps and I still had three more to go. Since I knew that I would be late for weight lifting, I scurried through my laps.
Finally, red faced and breathing hard, I walked into the weight room. Sealball was nowhere to be seen and some of the guys were having a weight lifting contest, which is officially illegal at our school. It's been illegal since 1992 when a kid tore four ligaments in his right arm and three in left. Oh yeah the guy's name was Chad Marcus, and he was the captain of the football team. He and this geeky kid had a weight lifting contest... guess who won? Geeky kid. Kind of sad, isn't it?
The popular rich girls (which is a very good portion of the girls in our class) were standing around playing with their hair and doing each other's nails. Miley and Lilly, on the other hand were both doing crunches on the small, green exercise balls.
"Hey Oliver, come here for a second!" Lilly called out to me. "Coming!" I said as I strutted my way past the now gigging girls. "Smokin Oken at your service! What can I get for ya?" Miley rolled her eyes and said, "Oliver, are you a relationship expert?" "No…" I said. "Then why do you are you talking like a person who owns a dating service?"
Burn. That was hot. Sings Ice, Ice Baby. And oh my gosh, I didn't mean it like that.
Lilly burst out laughing, and in mid-crunch, gave Miley a 'well deserved' high five. "What did you guys want?" I asked them, rolling my eyes. "Well…" Lilly began. "Nate asked her out and they were wondering if we wanted to see a movie with them." Miley finished. It's kind of weird how they do that all the time. Then I realized what Miley had said, I raised an eyebrow and said, "As a date?" "No!" Miley said and for a second time, Lilly burst out laughing. "What's so funny?" I asked her as she held up her pointer up at me as if to say 'hang on, let me regain control'.
Finally, after a couple more seconds of laughing, she started doing crunches again. As she leaned into her second crunch, she said, "No." Crunch "Just as friends." Crunch "It'll be fun!" Crunch, crunch. Miley was also doing crunches, nodding in agreement to what Lilly was saying.
For some reason, I felt kind of upset. I don't know why, but I've been wondering why I feel different a lot lately.
But anyway, now I have a friend date with Miley and Lilly and Nate on Friday night. Yipee.
Well, I have some reading to do so I'll write more later!
Good night, Journal.
Wow! That took me longer than I thought. I hope you all like this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it! Oh, by the way, I have a mean teacher named Ms. Seabaugh at my school. But she isn't the gym teacher and she wears Mickey Mouse stuff. Yikes. Reviews would be much appericated :)
