Thursday, 14 January 2010
04:20:24 AM (GMT)
We were at your house, Nugget, Isaac, Kona, Sammy, Lars, Emily, You, and Me. We were
all sitting there, whopping ass in COD:MW2 like usual. Then all of a sudden, I feel
my arm get pulled up by Isaac. He drags me up your long, beautiful stairs into your
marble kitchen. Glaring at him, I yank my arm back. "What do you need?" I say,
annoyed at the game over sign the flashed before I had gotten dragged upstairs. "I'm
hungry, my dear" Isaac says, as he pulls me into the pantry. We look around for a few
minutes, trying to find something snacky and unhealthy like the rest of your food.
"YES" I hear Isaac shout, from across the small food room. I turn around to see a
gigantic bag of Gummy Bears. I smile and drag him out of there, back into your huge
basement. "Look what we found" I say, snuggling back into your arms while you shoot
somebody on the screen, turning to look at me as you smile and kiss my pale forehead.
"I only like the clear Gummy Bears." I say, looking at Isaac. He laughs, throwing me
like four clear ones. I bite one of their heads off, and beam back at him. You look
down at me. "Why don't you like the other colours, love?" I look at you, and shrug.
"I just only like these ones" I reply, gesturing to the pile on my jeans. My phone
rings. Max. "Hey, want to come get Subway with me? It's getting late, you should
probably leave Griff's anyway." I ask Nugget and Emily if they're hungry, both of
them saying yes. "Yeah, come grab us." I respond, telling him your address. The next
day, school. "Hey love" you say, sliding your warm hands into my uniform cardigan,
causing me to shiver. I smile and stand on my tippy toes to kiss you. "Guess what?"
you say, as our kiss breaks. "What?" I say, glancing at my phone's screen, and
checking a text. "I spent the majority of my night last night picking out all the
clear gummy bears for you.
"Hey kid!" I holler, grabbing a random small mexican boy my the shoulder. He turns
around, and curses me. "Wait" I say, grabbing his sleeve. I whip off my glasses,
sliding the lenses against his shirt. "Fuck no" he says, walking away. I sigh, and
slide my dirty frames back onto my rejected face. I feel arms slide down onto my
shoulders, and a kiss land on my temple. I turn around, and hug onto your toned
torso. "What was that about?" you say into my ear. I look up, and laugh. I gesture to
my uniform shirt, tucked into my uniform skirt. I'm pretty sure you get it. You take
my black glasses off my face and clean them perfectly with your sleeve and hot
breath. The next week, we're walking in the hallway. You pull out a small white
cloth. "Gabbs." you say. I look over at you, noticing the cloth. "Hm? What's that?"
you tuck it into the small pocket in my tight jeans. "For your cleaning. I saw it at
the shoppe and thought of you and your attacking of innocent kids." you say with a
wink. "You could not be any cuter" I reply. Guess what? This cloth smells like you. I
love this cloth.
Jersey Shore is my life. You know that. I love Snooki. I think she's the cutest thing
ever, and so sweet. Your mother reads a million magazines a day, and your little
brother Sam cuts them all up for school arts. There's a huge stack of them in your
big kitchen, waiting for the recycling truck. The stack was taller than me, and very
messy. All the pages were cut up, and out of order. You'd have to look at every
magazine, every page to find something. When your mom was stacking them, you saw a
glimpse of the Jersey Shore cast, with Snooki in front. "Mom, don't throw those out
yet." you say. She nods, walking into the guest bedroom. You spent the entire rest of
the night finding that picture of Snooki for me. I love you.