Hey guys. I am SO sorry for the lack of updating- I've been a very busy bee lately. I honestly hate, hate, hate this chapter. I honestly don't think it could be any worse. It's just all stupid randomness that just popped into my head. Oh yeah. Of course, again, HUGEE thanks to the reviewers! I'm trying to come up with some new, funnier ideas and there will be three new main characters! A woman in her forties, named Bobbie, and a set of twin girls, Julia and Taylor (they are actually based off of my real life Aunt Bobbie and my twin cousins, Julia and Taylor!). Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy chapter 9!
Thanks to people-
IhEaRtMiTcHeL411- I'm uber sorry I didn't update soon :S
freedomhoney2007- thanks for the advice! That idea just MAY be put into this chapter!! And maybe a little something else…
mmvonk- thanks for the kind words D they make me so happy! Like seriously!
xXxcappie-caseyxXx- lol thanks )
drummer8907- really, seriously, deeply, thank you. There is a bit more Lackson hints in this chapter. Thank you again
Jesus.Lives- Yup, much more Lackson in the future, so make sure you watch out for it!
MarauderNicki- Lol, yeah. Lesbos :P. Gotta love 'em… lol. Sorry I didn't update in forever!
vivi330680- lol yeah. Oliver has issues, like some else I know very well… lol hint starts with an M ends with an E and contains the letters A,D,E,L,I and N in between. Or, nicknamed Maddie. Lol.
smokinoken951892- writers block is when a writer's mind is blocked from being able to come up with good ideas for their story. Lol!
And finally…
Broken Oken- thank you very much for the compliments. I love your story so very uber-duber much and I guess I haven't read it for a while, so I did not notice that I used some of your ideas for your story. I actually almost took my own story down because I felt so bad about it. Personal message me if you have any complaints… Anyway, thanks for the compliments, again!
Sunday, January 29th
Miley's comfy, comfy bed, time unknown
Okay, so last night was pretty uneventful. Not.
There was plenty of popcorn wars, making out, jealousy, and most importantly, flirting.
DOUBLE SCORES FOR OKEN! HE FLIRTED MORE THAN TWICE WITH STEWART! YEAH-YUH!
Anyway, I'll tell you the incredibly long story of what happened last night.
As Jackson's face turned an amazing shade of cranberry red, I heard a loud popping sound.
I, along with everyone else in the planet of Miley's house, looked around, trying to figure out the source of the noise.
I looked around, and I think I was the last to see Lilly on the floor sitting on a bag of busted bag of popcorn.
I started to howl with laughter… like a… werewolf… and then I felt myself be pushed to the ground. Miley was walking over to help Lilly up, and didn't notice my feet were sprawled out like a dead spider's legs. Of course I don't have six legs… no, twelve… eight, sorry, my bad, eight legs. I only have two, one on the right, one on the left, one in the middle… oh wait. Okay, ewwwwww. That could sound SO, SO wrong if you're a major pervert like me.
I wonder what ever happened to the no-perverted-ness in this journal. Oh well, whatever, I suppose you will live, Lilly. And the little kid who may be reading this in the future.
Anyway, Miley tripped, like any klutz would (sorry Miley) and fell on top… of the one and only… OLIVER OSCAR OKEN!
It hurt though :(.
I had just rolled onto my back and had propped myself up onto my elbows. Miley fell and pushed me back on the ground.
She was straddling my hips, and being the incredibly perverted teen that I am, I couldn't help to wonder what it would have been like in the nude.
We sat there for several seconds, just staring into each other's eyes. I felt myself start to… erm… poke up and I think Miley noticed too, for she quickly stood up and smoothed her pants down, her face flushing a light shade of tickle-me-pink.
I stood up quickly as well looking around trying to find something to cover up my… erm… happy bunny.
Get it? The you-know-what is the rabbit hole… and the other you-know-what is the happy bunny… the happy bunny goes up the rabbit hole… or down… OH MY GOD. I need whiteout, or something, NOW!!!
Happy, happy, joy, joy. My mom just called, telling me that Aunt Bobbie, Julia and Taylor are at my house. I told her I'd be there later. She said now. I said later. She said now. I said later. She said now. I said later. She said now or else I'll be grounded. I said later. She said young man. I said later, and hung up.
Miley asked what happened. I told her nothing. She asked who was it. I said my dead grandma's dog. She said liar. I said I'm not lying. She said yes you are. I said I am lying. She said what. I said never mind. She asked who it was. I said my dead grandma's dog. She said no really. I said yes really. She said your being obnoxious. I said no I'm not, you are. She said your mom. I said your dad. She said your mom AND dad. I said Twizzlers, for I found a packet lying on her bedside table. She said who called. I said my momma. She said why. I said she was being annoying. Miley got mad. I quickly told her that my mom was being annoying, not her. Miley stalked back into her closet, trying to find what to wear.
Anyway, I'll get back to the story.
I plopped down on the couch, grabbed a pillow and sat it on my lap.
No one thought much of this because I always have a pillow on my lap. Except Nate. He shot me an amused glance and I stared at him with an eyebrow cocked.
Ahaha, cocked. Okay, seriously, WOW.
"What?" I found myself asking Nate as he smiled sheepishly, as if he were embarrassed for me. Actually, he probably was. I'm sure he knows what that's like… anyway.
"Oh Jakey…" Miley said, walking over to Jake and putting her arms around his neck. "Yes, Miley?" He asked, making Miley's name sound like 'My-lee'. "I love you so, so much!" "I know, I love you too, my little deer heart."
When he said deer heart, I couldn't help but think what??
Later edit: I found out that he meant DEAR heart, not DEER heart. Stupid Oliver. Slaps self
And then they kissed.
I looked over at Lilly and Nate (somewhere in there Jackson must've left the room), who were watching with humored expressions.
Crap. Phone, I'll write back later.
Sunday, January 29th
My house, my kitchen, 5:30 PM
La da da.
I'm so very UN-bored.
My mom and Aunt Bobbie went to the mall, leaving me with the two little she-devils.
Okay, so yes, they ARE cute, innocent little third graders, but what they do is VERY evil.
They went into my room and raided my underwear drawer, pulling out one of my most treasured possessions: my Play Boy magazine. Just kidding, Journal.
They pulled out an unopened, unused box of condoms.
Just kidding, again, Journal.
No, they pulled YOU out of my underwear drawer.
They are third graders, so they can read pretty well, but not well enough to read my "un-eligible" handwriting.
They were able to pick out several words though. They were actually able to read a sentence from my second or third entry that read "Or three… serious, seriously, seriousness… I think that's all. But who knows. I'm not a serious expert! HAHAHA! Wow, lame joke." Okay, so maybe three. But that isn't that many, Journal!
Stop laughing at me!
Oh wait. That's my cousins… what did they do this time… I'll have to finish my story about last night later after I'm done with these little munchkins.
Sorry about the INCREDIBLY short chapter! I just really wanted to update for you guys. I'm really sorry I haven't updated! Please review, and please don't be mad at me! Love you guys! Peace
