November 10, 2012: H
After dinner, we stayed a while, and our mothers sent Max and I off to be "entertained" as Ella skipped off to do whatever she wanted.
So here we were, me on Max's bed, her in her swivel chair with her head on her desk. I wondered why my mother hated me enough to stick me in a room with a girl who had stabbed her chicken to shreds during dinner. I mean, sure, I liked her, but she obviously hated my guts.
You don't stick your son in a room with a girl who hates him and stabs chickens.
Sighing, I ran a hand through my hair, before feeling a vibration under my butt. I moved over, picking up what had to be Max's phone, alerting her of a new text message.
I let out a small cough, and she half-growled, half-murmured a soft, "What do you want?"
Apparently, she was expecting a verbal reply, because when she finally sat up and turned to face me, her expression was annoyed. "Did you need something?
Deciding to go for it, I replied, "Your phone."
"Why would I give you my ph–"
I held it up, and her eyes widened in recognition.
Then she dove at it, tackling me onto the bed, her hand extended for the phone.
I love this part. xD
~Anna Ride