Oh man, I had the WORST nightmare EVER last night. (Worse than the one i had when i was 4 that a rhino told me if i let him bite my nose it wouldn't hurt. So i let him bit my nose and guess what? It hurt like hell and I woke up screaming!) It wasn't like a scary dream, I don't have those anymore...well, sort of, but not in the traditional sense. Usually I'm the scary one who does something totally sadistic like strangling Justin Bieber with my bare hands (although I wasn't actually TOO upset about that one...until i remembered it and burst out laughing. Then I kind of scared myself cuz just cuz i'm an antibieberist doesn't mean i actually wanna hurt him...okay, maybe a slap in the face, but not MURDER) Oh and then there was this one where I turned into a guy and this other one where...yea, nevermind. I don't wanna permanantly scar you. Anyway, this one was more a sad dream...actually it was completely and totally devestating. So I was chilling with Sterling Knight which, I know, sounds pretty great. And at the beginning of the dream, idk i guess i thought we were a couple or something and I was cuddling with him and everything (THIS part of the dream was AMAZING) But then I started talking about like SWAC and about how I loved his character soo much and he was like "really? huh. didn't think chad was ur type" which i kinda knew was a hint that he didn't like me back, but i still didn't REALLY get the picture" so then he like shuffled over a little on the couch we were sitting on to get farther away from him and i shuffled closer and he was like "I need my space" and then walked over to a differant couch. And yea, I was pretty upset. But then I went to go get a vitamin water and the cast of Jersey Shore gave me some guy advice. (Probably mostly bad, although I don't remember) and I never saw Sterling again...sigh...I am wayyy to obsessed. This is probably coming from all my SWAC deprived...ness...WHEN WILL SEASON THREE START? Well, I guess it's suppossed to start in may, but even then, it won't be the same. I hear Chad's joing the cast of So Random. CHAD on SO RANDOM! Sooooo OOC.
Anyywayyyy...yea that's pretty much it.
Zora's POV
"Hey, loser," I greeted Wesley, walking into his break room.
"Hey, Zor," Wesley answered, picking me up and hugging me.
"Can't...breath," I choked out.
"Sorry," Wesley apologized. Don't be, I thought. But I didn't actually say anything. I had to keep reminding myself that while I was with Grady, nothing could happen with Wesley. Still, a girl could dream, right? No. No, she couldn't. It wasn't fair to Grady.
"You okay?" Wesley asked, interrupting my train of thought.
"Mhmm," I half-lied. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"You just looked a little dazed there for a second," he explained. "I thought you might be about to faint."
"If I do, you could just give me mouth to mouth," I answered. Oops. "I-I mean..."
"It's okay, Zor," Wesley chuckled. "I know you didn't mean anything by it. I am a doctor after all."
"So how long are you on break for?" I asked.
"Another fourty-five minutes," he answered.
"Wanna grab a bite to eat?"
"Sure," I followed Wesley out of the room and to his car.
"So where should we go?" I asked.
"I have an idea," he answered. "It's a surprise though so no peeking." I groaned, but covered my eyes with my hands anyway.
"Are we there yet?" I asked. Wesley laughed.
"No," he answered. After a short drive and several failed attempts at peeking, we finally stopped.
"Now can I open my eyes?" I asked impatiently.
"Not yet," he replied. I heard Wesley's door open and close.
"Wesley?" I called. "Is this some kind of joke?" My door opened and Wesley helped me out of the car.
"Keep your eyes closed," he told me.
"They're closed," I assured him. He lead me across what I guessed was the parking lot, up a step and through a door.
"Okay," Wesley said. "Open your eyes." I opened my eyes and looked around the vaguely familiar restaurant.
"Where are we?" I asked.
"Don't you remember?" Wesley inquired. He took a straw out of the straw dispenser, ripped of the tip of the wrapper, and blew into the straw. The wrapper flew off and hit me in the face and suddenly it all came back to me.
"Aww, Wesley!" I exclaimed, throwing my arms around him. "We came here on our date."
"Yea," Wesley answered, blushing. "I just felt bad about screwing things up with you when we were kids so I thought maybe we could come here and do it over...I mean, not as like a date or anything, but...shit, maybe I shouldn't have brought you here. This is just gonna be awkward."
"No, I think it's sweet," I told him. "Won't your girlfriend be jealous though?"
"Girlfriend?" Wesley repeated.
"The girl you mentioned on the Becky Ryan show," I explained. Truthfully, I had a hunch that it he was talking about me. I'd been looking for an excuse to bring it up all day to find out if I was right.
"Oh, her," Wesley said, blushing. "Actually, Zor, I was talking about you." YES! Wait, I mean NO! I mean...ugh!
"You were?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant. "So you still feel that way about me?"
"Yea," Wesley confessed. "I mean, I know you're with Grady and nothing can happen, but I can't help myself, Zor. You're like no other girl I've ever met. You're funny, you're beautiful, you're a hell of a lot smarter than I am. And when you smile I-" I put my finger to Wesley's lips and he immediately shut up. Then, before I could stop myself, I gave into my feelings and pulled his face to mine, kissing him passionately.
Haha I wrote this whole chapter in my school cafeteria before class. Anyway, OOOHHH DRAMA! It's just like Surviving High school when olt kissed Denni when he was dating Sam! (Ipod app. Download it, it's awesome. You get this whole game and then new episodes every week...sooo much fun...and very dramatic!)
Okay, well...I don't realy have much else to say cuz my life's pretty boring right now. Pretty much just sit around watching shows meant for tweens and eating nachos. I'm just soo tiredall the time that when I'm not at school, I don't have the energy to do anything. And it's not like going to school is that important anyway. I'm pretty much doomed to fail English (oh, the irony!)...seriously though. My mark is so low that the school board doesn't allow them to put it on my midterm report card. The lowest mark they're allowed to put on it is 20%...yea it's that bad. 11% to be exact. It's not my fault though. I don't like writing for "the man". I write for myself and i write for you. That's it. And when I do write, it's not going to be about what Orwell is trying to say about leadership in animal farm or which animals help with Napoleon's dictatorship. BO-RING. Yea, I know i sound like an idiot, but honestly, I just don't give a damn anymore. Just sign me up for a co-op already!
Well. I guess I did have something to say. PEACE OUT SUCkAHS!
Random BOOK Quote
Bella: You nicknamed my daughter after the Loch Ness Monster!
(The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn...yea, I'm reading it AGAIN...just finished actually. :D)
