One way Misty thinks to solve her problems...writing it out! So...-sniffle sniffle- I know, I know, it's been a while, but here I am, updating that is...so...ReViEW!
I have to be sure. Absolutely sure. Positively sure. Irrevocably sure. But how? I can't go up and plant one on him and see if sparks fly. But I can't waste my time thinking there could be something, and there's not. Ah, who cares? I'm young.
What I think
Nice.
Smart.
Funny.
Ho—Nice looking.
Cool.
Perfectly able to go on a double date with and Taylor likes him.
Friendly.
Ah, that's enough. Don't run wild.
What could happen
Sane Side
…Not Completely
We get along great and everything's peachy.
Peachy? Really? Peachy? What age are you?
I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that. But what's the harm?
Ooh, I'm scared. Harm? There's a lot of harm. Did you ever think about feelings?
You should be scared. Feelings? And you're the sane side? What do you think makes me like him to begin with? Stupid teenage hormones.
Why do you like him?
Did you totally miss what's up there? -Looks up to list- And why do I like him? Uh, did you notice we're part of the same person?
Don't insult my intelligence, I know we're part of the same person.
I can't insult your intelligence; I'm the –puts quotation mark in air- '…Not Completely' side. What can I say?
Do I like him?
Yes.
I'm not asking you, I'm asking my….
-Pokes Sane Side- Asking your what?
…
Say it!
-Hangs head in shame- …Heart.
Look who's gotten sappy on me. Aww. See, you do. If you didn't, there'd be an immediate 'no, eew, ugh, how could you, gag me,' anything, but is there? Huh?
…
That's what I thought.
You're not helping.
Not my fault. I'm not completely here. -Points to head-
…
Oh, no response? You seemed to have a lot to say when I said peachy. Don't like it when the '…Not Completely' side is right? Huh? Yeah, that's right, silence.
You know us arguing doesn't help a thing.
Oh, now you decide to be sane? You know that's not something you have the privilege of turning on and off. I thought I was going to have to change the titles. Whew, close one.
So, it's settled, we like him?
Don't ask me, Mr. Sane. You have all the answers.
You keep coming back to that…-gets out notebook- And you cover up everything with sarcasm.
What?
Our titles. Me being the sane side and you're '…Not completely.' You sarcastically refer to that quite often. There seem to be unresolved issues there.
Are you asking a question?
Do I need to?
…No?
I'll take that as a yes. So why don't we explore why you have such a problem with this?
I don't want to. -Sniffles and looks around nervously and thinks sinister thought to self-
You need to if you want to get help.
I don't want to. Seth can help me.
Seth can't hear you.
Neither can anyone. -Says under breath-
Do you want someone to hear you? -Takes notes-
-Anxiously looks at Sane Side's notes- Do you have a degree for that?
Do I need one if I can help?
…
Right, now don't think I didn't miss your evasion. Now do you want someone to hear you?
No.
-Raises eyebrows-
What? -Says defensively- Since you're so sane and all knowing, why don't you tell me?
Tell me about your childhood.
-Scoots down in chair-
Uh huh. -Sits back in chair for the long haul-
I jerked my head from my arms lying on my desk. The paper with seven things I liked about Seth lay under my arm. Hmm. Seven? A lucky number. A good sign. I shook my head, trying to rid the disturbing dream. I opened my eyes wide and rubbed my hand across my forehead. Please tell me that wasn't real. I looked around my room, seeing if I was still in dreamland. Nope all there, as usual. Is that a sign? I am losing my mind. It's settled. Bus Driver, take me to the closest mental institution, I need to check in.
"Well that clears it all up." Sarcasm. Oh, no. My childhood was great...I swear….
DUN DUN DUN -insert scary music here- Sorry, random. LOL
