Hey, y'all! How's life in...wherever you're at?

So, yeah. Another li'l oneshot. I wrote it in the middle of the night, just like the last one, on my phone. I hope you've all caught on to the fact that these oneshots are all going to be written on my phone...

I'm not so sure about this one, though...it's a little short, and not as upset as I hoped it would be. Funny, though, that the actual inspiration for this oneshot was in the previous chappy's Authors Note :P

Oh, look. Isn't that sweet. You actually give a rat's behind. I'm glad it started showing-it took you long enough, that's for sure.
Okay, sure, maybe I am being a little bitter. What else do you expect? You didn't notice for over two years. I practically waved it in front of you, dressing it up in neon clothing and dancing the macarana with it. I'm bound to be bitter.
You're not the one to blame? What's that supposed to mean? Do you really believe that I'm going to act like this is something that nobody could notice unless they squint at it using the most powerful microscope in the world? Pshh. Like I said, the macarana. Not to mention that the whole town has noticed it by now, it's a little more than obvious. Even Sam's parents have noticed it, and they're out of town six days a week.
Oh, come on. Stop with the 'sorrys'. Yeah, sure, your life is busy too, but it's in the newspaper, every other day. My face was crystal clear only three weeks ago! I got shoved in a different jock's locker every period that day. Jazz says it's because they wanted to prove that they're still better than me, even if I am in the news.
Yes, Jazz is involved in this too. If you ask me, she's the first person that would get involved in this, anyway. She's the smartest out of all of us, and she knows enough about psychology to know and replicate the expresion people make when they're being honest. If she wasn't involved, we'd have been dead a while ago.
You heard me. Dead. Oh, good for you! You actually came to the conclusion that we can take care of ourselves! Do you want a sticker?
No, actually, I'll speak to you however I want. It took you so long to notice how involved I was in ghost hunting, it's a miracle that you actually noticed I spoke to you that way. I'm fine; there's nothing you can do to help my case. I mean, it was funny and I was grateful for how oblivious you are in the beginning, but when I started coming home that late, with cuts and bruises, I at least expected you to ask what was wrong.
No thanks, I won't elaborate on how I got them. There's too many (not that you ever noticed) to recount them all. Besides, I'm leaving. I'll probably stay the night at-
Well, I wouldn't call it running away. I'm not running-do I look like I'm running?-and I'm sure that part of running away is having your parents NOT know where you are. Well, okay, I was about to tell you, but you wouldn't let me finish. Doesn't matter anyway. I'm moving out.
Yeah, that's where I'm staying. I have to say, I'm mildly impressed; you actually remembered who my best friend is.
What did you say? Oh. Yeah, he's been involved in the ghost hunting stuff too. Guys, really, your inability to answer these no-brainer questions is starting to embarrass me, and there's no one else around. His parents are ghost hunting experts. Of course he's involved in this. He started it all, with the help of Sam. Yeah, Danny's been in the paper too. Probably more than the rest of us combined.
Bye, mom, bye, dad. Say goodbye to gramma Foley to me. I'm gone.

How long did it take you to figure out who it was? How good am I at hiding it?

Again, I'll edit it an post it on deviantArt as soon as I figure out how, because the stupid thing won't worrrrkkkk...:(

Then I'll give you the link to it :D

Um, also? It'd be vundahful for you all to check out my other stories. Y'know, any of 'em. I have a Harry Potter (however weird, different, not really involving known characters self-insert) story out there, too...one that's badly in need of reviews and such...