NB: Underlines denote the name of a person sending the text message which follows it.
Also, any spelling or grammar errors made in the text messages are intentional.
Enjoy!
Luna stretched out on her bed. She could get some (relative) peace and quiet for a few minutes, before her younger sisters and brother got home. She pulled out her phone, stuck in her earbuds, and sent Sam a text message.
Luna: yo sam
She pulled up a notepad app on her phone and started to edit the lyrics of a song that she was writing while she waited for Sam to respond.
About a minute later, her phone buzzed.
Sam: Hey Moon Unit :) Whats up?
Luna: got ur invite
Sam: Oh? U okay to come?
Luna: gotta check w the rents 1st but yep
Sam: Great!:)
Luna: waz ur idea rite?
Sam: No it was JS Bachs idea.
Luna: whos he ur bf?
Sam: I was being sarcastric Hes a claasical muskrat composeur :)
Sam: Muskrat*
Sam: SAMIT MUSIC**
Luna: lmap
Sam: **** you autocorrect :(
Luna: k so y invite me now
Sam: What do you mean
Luna: ur bro gradiated last yr y u need me now
Sam: Because I cant play guitar
Sam: Also we have a gig in 3 wks :(
Jeez. That's not a lot of time, thought Luna. Who the **** booked it?
Luna: wat
Luna: thouggt jamie couod lpay
Sam: He can we just need another axd
Luna: what for
Sam: Some of our songs need 2 guitars. I cant play and Alex needs to drum :(
Luna: oh y not have u play th pt on keyboard
Sam: It doesnt work that way
Luna: stuborn ***holds
Sam: Mis you too :)
Luna: u se me evry day
Sam: Not the same bro
Sam: Hey but now we can see each ohter more often It will be great :))
Luna: ull bcome sick of me just warning u
Sam: I might but Ill still love u :)
Luna blushed.
Luna: u mena ti?
Sam: Sure will you be my fake bf
Luna: wha
Sam: JK :)
Luna put down her phone and took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to clear her head. She sunk her face into her pillow until she regained her composure.
Her phone buzzed.
Sam: Still alive?
Luna: barely
Sam: Me too bro
Luna: so abt the fake bf thing
Sam: I was kidding! I cant deal with love letters frm 2 people :)
Luna: who says id write letrers
Sam: Then whatd you do?
Luna: serenade u
Sam: My parents would freak
Luna: then what do u propose
Sam: So soon?:)
Luna covered her head with her pillow in frustration.
Luna: **** u
Sam: Not yet:)
Luna covered her head with her pillow again, barely resisting the urge to scream the filthiest words she could think of.
Luna: NOT WHAT I MEANT
Sam: LOL JK :)
Luna: o rly
Sam: So we need to think of some songs for the gig Any ideas?
Luna: u havent even gorten a list tgthr u slackerx
Sam: Look Jamie just told us abt it two days ago
Luna: WAT U GOTTA BE ****IN ME
Sam: Jamie has no sense of time
Luna: NO **** HE DOESNT
Luna: so wheres the gig gonna b
Sam: A brithday parry for Jamies 8 year olf cousin
Luna: that narrows it down a lot
Sam: Yep
Luna: so no swearing
Sam: Gonna be a problem for Alex she swears like a saolor
Luna set down her phone and thought for a moment. As she pondered song ideas, she heard her younger siblings enter the house. Hoo boy.
Luna: birthday by thw beatles
Sam: But of course! :)anything else?
Luna: two princes by spin doctors
Sam: Never heard of it
Luna: its rly good u should listen to it
Luna: also they played it on sesame strert so its not bad
Sam: I loved that show
Luna: me 2
Luna: tu me gusta
Here's hoping she gets the reference. Otherwise, this will be awkward.
Sam: It means that I like you :D
Excited, Luna was about to type a response. Then Lucy hung her head over the edge of Luan's bed and said, "Who are you texting?"
Luna jumped into the air in shock, slamming her head into the underside of Luan's bed. "OW! GAH! SON OF A BI- er, BIMBO!"
Lucy clambered down from the top bunk and sat cross-legged on the floor, looking up at Luna stoically.
Rubbing her now very sore head, Luna pulled out her earbuds and exclaimed, "Please stop sneaking up on me like that!"
"It's your fault for leaving the door to your room open."
"No, I closed-" began Luna, but then she looked at the door. Luan had left it open after leaving. She sighed.
"So who were you texting?"
Resignedly, Luna replied, "Sam, a friend from school."
Lucy thought for a moment, then said, "THAT Sam?"
"Whaddya mean?"
"The boy you gave the love letter to?"
"Yup."
"Why?"
Luna looked at her little sister, confused. "Whaddya mean, why?"
"Your previous conversations with him were through letters. I thought you would keep doing so."
"It was ONE letter, and it was anonymous."
Lucy tilted her head confusedly. "Anonymous?"
"Sam doesn't know it's me who sent it."
"Oh."
Luna's phone buzzed from its resting place on her bed. She turned to it and picked it up.
Sam: Still alive? I got the ref :)
"One second," she told Lucy.
Luna: talkin 2 my sis g2g
Sam: OK see you tomoreow! :)
Luna placed her phone down on the bed. She waited for a minute, waiting for Lucy to ask her more. She remained silent.
When Lucy got up, about to leave, Luna asked, "Why didn't ya ask me anything else?"
Lucy turned her head towards her sister. "Pardon?"
"I was waiting for you to ask me more about Sam."
Underneath her bangs, Lucy raised an eyebrow. "I think you've been hanging out with Lori and Lola too much. Not everybody wants to know every last bit of gossip. I of all people should understand how important privacy is.
"Hey, that gives me a good idea for a poem. Privacy. Means nothing to my family. Privacy..." Lucy shuffled out of the room, scribbling words onto a pad of paper.
I oughta go tell my folks about the band meeting to see if I can go.
Luna plugged her phone into a charging cord, then stepped out the door and right into the path of Lola's toy jeep, which was being driven by Lana for some reason. The plastic bumper slammed into her left shin, causing her to collapse in pain. Lana yanked the steering wheel to the right and swerved around Luna, shaking her fist at her and yelling, "Out of my way, jaywalker!"
Luna barely managed to crawl back through the doorway to avoid getting hit by Lola, who charged past her, wielding one of Lynn's baseball bats and wearing a murderous expression on her face.
Luna cautiously treaded her way downstairs to the living room, where her mother was vacuuming the carpet. "HEY MOM!" she yelled over the roar of the vacuum cleaner.
Her mother switched off the vacuum cleaner and turned to her. "Yes, dear?"
"I got invited to join a friend's band. They got a practice tomorrow, just down the street. Can I go?"
"Sure, honey! Just remember to be back home by six."
"Awesome! Thanks, ma!"
Her mother turned the vacuum cleaner back on, just as Lana and Lola's jeep tumbled down the stairs. Luna jumped out of her way. Lola, standing at the top of the stairs, hollered, "YOU'RE GOING TO WRECK MY PAINT JOB, YOU CRETIN!"
Avoiding the perpetually brawling twins, Luna walked back to her room and began her homework.
YESSSSSSS I CAN GO
Now how do I go about expressing my feelings to Sam?
Eh, I'll think about it more realistically later.
She promptly proceeded to daydream instead of writing an essay about The Lord of the Flies.
Did you ever notice how hilarious the word "muskrat" is?
Muskrat muskrat muskrat muskrat.
(God, I need sleep.)
See you soon, hopefully!