Entry 2
Hello, blog readers, today I learned what 'Jahvie' is. See, some of you think I'm some emo kid who listens to Suicide Silence and Blood on the Dance Floor (A/N: this one I totally do) and I should know what Jahvie is. No, I didn't, but I found out and I am scarred.
Some of you are wondering what 'it' is. I won't tell you. Yet.
Like I said, I gave Max her spaghetti-o's and high-tailed it to my room before she could yell at me again. On my way, I passed and paused at Gaz's and Iggy's room, and stumbled upon another bomb-scheme of theirs.
I should of ignored it, but I was woken up this morning by Gaz blasting Taylor Swift and Iggy screaming at Grand Theft Auto 5 because he couldn't find the Bugatti. So I'll take my revenge by warning the already high-strung Max. They should be scared. I made my way back to Max's room.
"Hey Max, Ga-", I stopped. I'd walked in on Max changing pants. I quickly slammed the door shut, yelled a half-assed apology, and went to my room.
That's how it started. The moment I realized I loved Max.
P.S., she's got a great body; ass to toes.