December 21, 2012: B
"How it's going?" asked Ratchet as I put my cell phone on speaker mode, sinking back into my bed, where I had spent the past few hours trying to decide how to approach Max. "Did you get the girl yet?"
I shot a withering glare towards my phone, as if it could burn the idiot on the other side of the line to smithereens. "No," I muttered, irritated, casting a glance at the window, where I could see a sliver of Max's house.
Ratchet chuckled, obviously enjoying my pain. "Man, don't be such a chicken. She's just another girl. Girls love you. Just go for it, dude," he encouraged, and I shook my head before realizing he couldn't see the motion.
"Ratchet, no. Max is…different. She's not like that. This girl is special. I can't just flash her a smile and be done with it. I have to…"
I have no idea what I have to do.
"Woo her?" Ratchet helpfully supplied, stifling laughs.
My eyes narrowed at the phone again, and I thought of ending the call. "No," I snapped. "I have to make her like me."
"That's wooing, dude."
"Shut up, Ratchet."
Suddenly, I heard a tap on my door, and sat up, turning off the speaker. "Fang?" my mother's voice called through the door. "Can you take the garbage out onto the curb?" I knew this was Mom's way of saying, 'Do it now!', so I nodded, sighing and picking up my phone.
"I'll be right out, Mom!" I replied, before pressing the cell phone to my ear. "Gotta go, dude. Good luck with all your issues."
"Good luck with Maxie-!"
I ended the call, facepalming.
So much work for one girl.
With another glance at the window, I heaved myself out of bed and padded towards the door, pausing with my hand on the door handle and debating on whether or not I should put on a shirt. I decided not to, considering the fact that most of my neighbors were still asleep or at work by this time during break.
Opening the door, I tried to forget about Max.
I failed miserably.
Five people said yes, but they were forceful about it, sooo...: not - so - hottie - hp - chick . blogspot . com
AND POOOOR FANNNGLES. D:
Working so hard to make Max like him!
Although she already does and is in denial!
Fang: Wait, what?
Ratchet: SHH, ANNA. SPOILERS. *Wiggly eyebrows.*
Max: I am NOT in denial. *Denies denial.*
:333
I woke up early...don't blame me for being freaky!
xD Anyways. Byeeee. Love ya'll. REVIEWS ARE LOVED, TOO~
~Anna Ride