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Friday, August 19, 2005
A/N : POV switching now!!! Be alert! :)
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- Chapter 6 -
What does it all mean.. What was Johnny implying when he sent me that message.. I don't understand. How do other girls react to this kind of thing? I mean, Johnny and I talked often, sure. But never once did he send me something like this. Never once did he post something that I had to over-analyze. Could it really be that he wanted to.. go to the next level? What the fuck is the next level anyway?! Wait.. Do I want to go to the next level? Um... is no comment okay?
Honestly, I don't know.. Online is such uh... it's such an impossible word. Well of course it's possible, but I mean it has it's limits ya know? Dammit! This stupid and probably useless problem has been corrupting my thoughts for the past two weeks now.. Theories have become redundant and my brain is starting to give up on me. I'm not used to this behavior. This is just so weird..
you better take a seat,
yeah stay away coz i'm about to wear you out
and i'm not afraid
to tell you what this is all about
Mona's been a good listener the whole time, seeing as we've grown close over the past few weeks. It's so easy to talk to her, because we have so much more in common that I had with Tracy.. Speaking of which, I haven't been able to talk to her much lately. Last time I was with her, she needed to go--get this-- SHOPPING for her first official date with Steven. Don't get me wrong, I love to shop, but to do it just for a guy? That's not me. I really don't understand why she loves that guy so much. No offense, but he has no brains, no looks, no personality, but he still thinks he's too cool for school. What is up with that?! Oh, somewhere in there I failed to mention he's borderline hiphop and metal. Uh, that doesn't make sense! Oh, speaking of not making sense, you should see how he dresses. Ugh. Let's not get into that. the worst part about this whole Steven thing is, aside from Tracy talking to him at every opportune moment is that she's actually starting to THINK like him. The rock is slowly rubbing off, she threw her chucks out, and slowly I'm going to be next. I know for a fact we're drifting apart, we hardly have anything to talk about anymore. I'm so torn up about this whole j_greene thing and the fact that my best friend for two years is taking a turn for the worst. Right when I thought my life was getting better again something always tears it up in front of me.
And now the world me
Is slowly blending together,
Like a wheel of colors,
Are we so different you and I,
Are we so different you and I?
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Dammit.
What the hell was I thinking sending her that message? I wanted to push the send button, but actually sending the message to her was a complete accident. Rest assured I had fallen for Jenna. Geez, you couldn't blame me. There was just something about her. I know it's a lot to say because we've never really met in person, but I'm hopeful that we will. Somehow. I'll find her.
"JOHNNY WHAT THE HELL!" yelled Martin looking agitated.
"Huh? Wha?" I looked around confusedly.
Of course.. now I remember we'd been having band practice. And I missed my solo. Thrice.
"What the fuck is wrong with you today! All week! ALL MONTH! Why don't you concentrate anymore dammit!" Greg screamed at me.
"I'm sorry alright!!! Let's take it from the second chorus again. I promise I won't screw up. I PROMISE!" I yelled back to them, all staring at me starting to get pissed off.
We're here at your place..
Too little time to waste..
Are you putting me to this test?
Relax baby, I'll take care of the rest..
Here it comes.... okay, now.
I execute my 30 second solo, full of passion and emotion.. I was thinking about her, how she told me how she was an aspiring writer and photographer. I thought about her poem about Eternity.. pain, bliss.. I thought about how much I wanted to be able to take her hand in mine.. I needed to be with her...
"Johnny!!" A high-pitched squeak broke my train of thought and suddenly I felt sticky vanilla flavored lips press against mine.
I pulled away, to be brought back to reality. Anna...
Anna, my GIRLFRIEND... fuck.
"You were great baby..." She said stroking my arm.
"Uh, yeah thanks." I replied.. aching for Jenna.
"Good job Johnny, just don't space out again or I'll kick your ass." Greg said as he gave me a friendly slap on the back.
"Yea.. sorry 'bout that.." I rubbed the back of my neck while Anna was hugging my chest so hard I couldn't breathe.
"Uh, Anna, not so tight.. uh.. I can't breathe." I tried to pull her away from me.
"Oh, sorry babe." she giggled and constricted herself around my arm instead.
No.. It's never gonna work. How can I get Jenna when I have this ...thing slowly blocking my blood circulation here? What is it with girls and squeezing the shit out of us guys? Anyway, I only started going out with Anna because I knew she really liked me and uh, coz of what happened one night during summer vacation. I had drank quite a bit after a gig and was feeling down about being so far away from Jenna.. then Anna had somehow found her way into my err.. mouth and we've been together ever since. I know I should break it off with her, since there really isn't anything there. But there are times when I feel so, angry and depressed about being away from Jenna physically, that it's not so bad to have Anna there whenever I need her.
"So I was out with the girls looking for something to wear to our Dance next week, and I saw this really nice dress, and there's hardly anything covering the back, and Tina said I looked really sexy in it.. It's purple and it has a lot of lace--"
"Johnny? HELLO!"
No one could compare to Jenna. No one.
Posted at 08:59 am by whatshername88
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Tuesday, August 16, 2005
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- Chapter 5 -
A few days had passed, but they aren't worth taking note of. I had been assigned to my locker now and conveniently vandalized it to my liking. School work was going alright I guess, but Art by far is the best. Mr. Walters definitely knows what he's talking about. He tells us to believe what we want, do what we want, how we want, and he just wants to help us improve. He believes that every artist is unique, and he can't tell us to change and become the same, which is exactly what I think too.
I was just getting the books I needed for the first period when I heard a grunt and a bang from the locker beside me. I look to see who it was, since that locker hasn't been assigned to anyone 'til yesterday. The first thing I notice is her shaggy red/black hair. Aside from her multiple piercings, I find myself staring at a black loose tank, stud belts (like mine!), brown cargos and skater shoes. I guess she saw me looking at her because she started looking at me too, also checking my outfit. Haha. We have so much in common already. I guess it's the first thing we punks do to analyze if they're on our side, or the preps side.
"Hey." She said.
"Hey.." I replied. Witty, I know.
"So you like Green Day huh?" She asked, noticing my stickers of Green Day and my little shrine for Billie Joe..
"I think they rock." I said starting to smile. I noticed she had a lot of stickers on her binder that were like the ones I had in my locker. A possible friend?
"Awesome. Name's Ramona Flaire. But friends call me Mona."
"Cool name. I'm Jenna Lane."
"Likewise. So what's your first period?" Ramona asked.
"Let's see... I got Asian History with Mr... White? Yeah him.. What??" I noticed Mona snorted loudly, bit her lip and gave me a look of pity.
"Umm... is he that bad?" I asked slowly.
"Yeah, good luck man. I got English with Harper. Let's meet here before lunch k? I doubt you have anyone to eat with?" She asked
"No I don't.. except my brother.." I said slightly embarrassed.
"It's settled then. See you before lunch." She said and walked away.
About three seconds later the bell rang and I rushed to the other side of the building.. seeing as Classroom II-G was on the opposite side. How convenient.
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Oh.my.god. So THIS is what Mona meant when she snorted. I have NEVER been in a class so.. horribly... [insert all the bad adjectives here]. Mr. White is boring but really strict and can't teach for crap even if he seems to be so in love with his raspy voice. He's also balding and has curves in all the WRONG parts. Ew. Mental Images..
I kept myself awake by singing good songs in my head and tapping my fingers on the table. This is how my History class went :
I've got a hunger.. (tap tap)
Twisting my stomach into knots.. (tap tap)
"Asian History is very, very, VERY important.. It is in Asia where civilizations came about, and also where most religions are based in...."
Pa pa, pa pa (tap tap)
This is sound of settling... (tap tap)
"Now assuming you have all read the first few chapters of your book, who can tell me where the first civilization came from?"
I declare I don't care know more! (tap tap tap)
Growin up and out and growing bored.. (tap tap)
In my smoked out boring room! (tap tap tap)
"WHERE IS THAT BOTHERSOME TAPPING SOUND COMING FROM?!!"
Oops?
"Rrriiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnngggggggg!!!"
THANK GOD! I grab my bag as fast as I can and get through all my other morning subjects as fast as I can. I was back putting the books back in my locker while waiting for Mona to come but I see my brother coming by, with a couple of guys behind him. At least we both made friends soon enough..
"Hey Jen, this is Pete and this is Steve. This is my sister Jenna." He pointed to two messy-haired, pierced, 'high'-looking rockers behind him.
"Hey."
"Hey." Pete replied.
"Hey Dave, you didn't tell me your sister was... hot!" Steve said eyeing me.
"Piss off." I said, angrily starting to turn red. How dare he talk about me like some.. object! How degrading!
"Ooh. Feisty."
"Jenna! Come on let's go!" Mona came walking towards us. I turned to her gratefully, before Dave pulled me back.
"Are you gonna be ok sis?" He asked.
"Sure.. Are you?" I asked.
"Sure. See you after school."
We began walking our separate ways but Steve was still obviously watching us..
"Damn!! Pete! Those ladies are fiiiine!" Why that perv!
"Up yours Steve!!" I called out while Mona gave him the finger.
We started laughing as we walked to the cafeteria. I met her other friends.. namely Jean, Andy, Mike, Martin and Jack.. Like Mona, they're all really cool and we have lots in common. For the first time since I've been here, I'm starting to feel like I belong. Oh god. That is SO cheesy. I don't mean to bore you with my pathetic, lonely life..
Summary of the later part of the day...
I meet my brother and we go home, discussing how our lunch with friends went. I now know that Steve has a thing for me. Please no.
We had dinner with my mom, who was happy to hear we were starting to fit into our new school..
After dinner, I went up to my computer and checked my messenger. I had like 3 offline messages. Two, useless forwards.. but the last one.. I didn't know how to react.. uhhh..
j_greene : All the miles that separate..
Disappear now when I'm dreaming of your face..
I'm here without you baby,
But you're still on my lonely mind..
I think about you baby, and I dream about you all the time..
I'm here without you baby..
But you're still with me in my dreams
And tonight there's only you and me.
WHOA.
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Posted at 05:50 am by whatshername88
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Friday, August 12, 2005
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- The Fourth -
The first day was a bit of a blur. I've gotten used to all the stares & side comments, because its become easy for me to ignore people when they talk about you. Plus the IPod really works wonders for people like me, it really does.
Everything seems so uncomfortable right now.. I need to be in a place I can release all my stress.. A 2nd, oh wait.. 3rd home. Not Washington, not California.. something better.
"Welcome to LetsRockToday, where everyone is stickin' it to the man. Please observe proper chatting ettiquete and remember, Rock 'n' Roll will Save Your Soul!! Rock on!!"
I choose for my font color as usual and checked who was online...
*jennas_red_wagon has entered the chatroom*
j_greene : About time Jen, I was torn between hoping you'd come soon and hoping butterfly_chick wouldn't come back. lol.
jennas_red_wagon : sorry to keep you waiting. :|
j_greene : that's better. so how was your first day?
jennas_red_wagon : horrible. :(
j_greene : why? what happened?
jennas_red_wagon : the usual. got stared at coz i was a "freak" and made fun of by four brainless bimbos. At least my brother was there with me.. *sigh*
j_greene : say, those bimbos sound familiar.
jennas_red_wagon : lol. well they're the stereotypical preps found in every school..
j_greene : true. your brother's name is Dave right?
jennas_red_wagon : yeah, why?
j_greene : just wondering. ;)
j_greene : try not to worry so much Jen, i know it'll turn out just fine.. meet anyone cool yet?
jennas_red_wagon : not really, no.
*tracy_dee86 has entered the chatroom*
tracy_dee86 : JENNA!
jennas_red_wagon : hey trace!!!
tracy_dee86 : How are you!!!!!! tell me everything. how was school?
jennas_red_wagon : it's horrible trace.. I was surrounded by preps.
tracy_dee86 : that's horrible jenna. i'm so sorry. *hug*
tracy_dee86 : everyone seems okay over here... we all miss you. I've been staying with Steve a lot lately, since you left.
jennas_red_wagon : oh. i thought you hated him?
tracy_dee86 : well.. i changed my mind. he's been really nice to me over the summer.
jennas_red_wagon : oh. ok. uh, brb.
*private message from j_greene*
*j_greene : are you okay?
*jennas_red_wagon : no. I hate this. I hate this new school. My best friend has replaced me for a guy.
*j_greene : if it's any consolation, i won't replace you for butterfly_chick. ;)
*jennas_red_wagon : lmao!! how comforting.
*j_greene : I know.
*j_greene : Seriously, don't worry 'bout school. You'll meet people soon.
*jennas_red_wagon : thanks for caring, really.
*j_greene : no prob, jen.
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Back in the main screen...
tracy_dee86 : and he brought me to the theme park last weekend, it was sooo fun! I might actually start to like him... what do you think jen?
tracy_dee86 : JEN. are you there?
*butterfly_chick has entered the chatroom*
*private message from j_greene*
*j_greene : oh shit! it's her! i'll talk to you soon okay jen? later!
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I laugh to myself again when I remember what had happened last night. Johnny really helped me give Westmount High another chance. But something really bothered me.
Tracy has been my best friend since 7th grade and never once has she thought about getting a boyfriend. Now I find that she's been with that Steven guy since summer? Even if they're not together, I KNOW they will be. That's always how it is with boys and girls. It's inevitable. As for Johnny, he's only a friend. ONLY.
Why is this happening? My BEST FRIEND. She's not one of them. She said she never would be.. and suddenly I'm not so sure anymore.
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Posted at 08:44 am by whatshername88
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Thursday, August 11, 2005
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- The Third -
One last check as we walk to the main building of the school...
- Hair - messy with green highlights...
- Eyes - green eyeliner, black eyeshadow
- Lips - slightly pink from my yummy Skittle lip balm
- Shirt - from my favorite thrift store, loose and looks a bit dirty..
- Pants - dark greenish-brown cargos, with some rips at the side *accidentally on purpose* and of course, my trusty black stud belt..
- Shoes - beat up black chucks with dark gray laces
- Bag - slung over my shoulders with it's strap very low, full of doodles and pins.. and some rips (not my fault)
okay. Everything seems pretty normal, maybe even better actually. But then again, this isn't the usual outfit the average American teenager would wear.
"Will you stop fussing over yourself already? You're acting like a goddam prep!" Dave said looking agitated.
Obviously he had been watching me fix my outfit and smoothe down my hair. That's my brother for you.
As we entered the hall, we attracted many eyes and a few whispers and suddenly, I felt my neck warm up. I thought I would find more diversity here, but everyone seemed to have come straight out of one of those teen bubble-gummy magazines.
"Okay Jen, let's look for the principals office." Interrupted Dave, as he grabbed my arm lightly.
"Ok, you can go ahead, I'll follow behind.." I replied.
David walked ahead in search for the office, continually checking if I was still walking behind, even if I was only a few steps away. Sometimes I love my brother, sometimes I completely hate him. But today I was grateful he was so protective.
"OHMIGOD KRISTY! Like, WHAT is she WEARING?" A high-pitched voice interjected my thoughts from behind.
"Obviously TRASH. Look at those jeans! They like, came straight out of a garbage. I like, swear." Another voice, most probably that Kristy character replied.
I knew they were talking about me, but I continued to stare at the marble floors, adjusting my black plastic glasses from time to time. 'Be cool...'
"Is she like, new or something?"
"I don't care. She's such a freak."
"Yeah."
Since I had nothing better to do, I began complaining to my ever-so-interesting mind. 'This REALLY sucks. Why am I here! Things were so much better back at home. And why won't these bimbos stop following me?! It doesn't help that they keep criticizing me so LOUDLY. Where the hell is that principal's office?! Damn. I knew I should've brought my m&m's... Now I--
CRASH.
"Whoops, sorry loser!" A tall muscular guy passed by and almost knocked me off my feet, but he did manage to crash into me hard enough to knock my books to the floor and leave a sharp pain on my shoulder.
I picked up my books cautiously, you know.. just in case one of those cliche ass-wipe jocks try to pull another stunt off. Meanwhile, those gossip-hungry bimbos continued talking.
I could see them out of the corner of my eye. The tallest one with long, smooth blonde hair opened her powder compact thing as she spoke to her friends.
"So anyway, you should have been at the party last weekend. That band thing played and I wasn't really like, LISTENING to what they were playing.. whatever. But anyway, the guy with the guitar thing was like, so hot."
The other three nodded their heads in agreement. 'How pathetic is this?' I thought. I will never be able to understand how the world can take music for granted. But then again, that's just me, and I'm kinda weird.. well to other people at least. But still-
"Okay sis, it's back there, but we missed a turn, you see this guy said it was-" Dave had walked back to me but he was interrupted.
I was fully aware that my brother Dave was good-looking since he got a respectable amount of attention from girls at our old school, but I was really disappointed at the fact that the first girls to harrass him were the 4 bimbos who kept making fun of me.
"Hi, Are you new? I'm Veronica Hensley. Do you like, need any help?" The tall blonde -- I mean, Veronica (toot!) said as she flashed her perfectly straight pearly whites at Dave, obviously trying to look like an innocent, sweet girl-next-door like in the movies. Pathetic.
"Oh. umm, I'm David (notice how he gives his full name -- Dave's only for real friends. and sisters. I mean, sister.) and this is my sister Jenna."
They glance at me for about half a second and start staring at my brother again.
"Uh, we just moved here from Washington. And um, we were just going to the Principal's office for our schedules." He continued.
"Oh. That's so cool!!" Veronica whatsherstupidface replied, pearly whites still blindingly failing to disappear. The cronies just giggled along. Whatever. Preps.
"HI! I'm umm, I'm Kristy Carmichael!!!" Slave number 1 with long brown high-lighted hair said in the midst of a somewhat awkward silence.
As if on que, the other cronies took the opportunity to introduce themselves as well. Courtney Eastridge happens to be the least attractive of their not-so-ugly selves.. and the stupidest. She just seems to strike me as the reason why blonde jokes were made in the first place. And then there was Stacie Evans. The most voluptuous bimbo I've ever seen. And probably the sluttiest. But out of the 4, Veronica Hensley was no doubt, the life-sized barbie doll everyone wanted to be. Even I have to admit that I've never seen anyone more attractive. She was Exotic.. Gorgeous.. Elegant. I know what you're thinking and I am NOT a lesbian. Or a bisexual. Just to clarify. Heh.
Either way they pretty much looked the same from afar, because they were all wearing mini-skirts and tank tops, only different colors. Like I said, straight out of a mag.
We stood there for about a thousand more eternities (if there's such a thing).. in silence, which made it all the more awkward.
God, please tell me my life will get better.
And to my surprise, it sorta did.
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Posted at 07:17 am by whatshername88
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Tuesday, August 09, 2005
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- Chapter 2 -
'Bbbuuuuuuzzzzzzzzzz!!!!'
I roll over to the other side of my bed and reach out to de-activate my alarm clock. I stare at my ceiling for a moment, absorbing the recent events, trying to wake myself up more.
Billie Joe, Tre and Mike from the band Green Day greet me in a lot of different directions. On the left side are more posters of Incubus, The Ramones, The Clash & so many other bands I absolutely adore.
But the kind of music I really love listening to are those by the underground bands. The independent bands. The bands that don't care about making it big, they only care about the Music; which is the reason why they're in a band in the first place. I've noticed that so many bands I used to like are suddenly conforming to the demands of today's society, after years and years of going against it. It's sad to watch really.
I heaved a sigh and was about to start mourning for today's generation until a sudden thought, rather, a sudden person came into my mind. Johhny has a band.. and with mild suprise, I found that I smiled to myself immediately.
Johnny and I have kept in touch the whole summer, online of course. We both have SO much in common.. It's slightly scary you know? I mean, how often do you find someone who loves all the things you do too? Suprisingly enough, we have never ran out of things to talk about yet. There's something about er... the way he types (?) lol. I'm not making sense. I mean, there's something about him.. It makes me want to reveal to him all my secrets.. all my fears and insecurities. I don't understand why, I really don't, but I just feel like he'd understand. I bet I know what you're thinking. Am I, Jenna the angsty artist hiding everything from the world, falling in love with Johnny a.k.a j_greene? Maybe. I don't know. I think about him a lot and all, but I'm just not .. THERE yet. I'm not stupid you know. I mean, how far can an relationship online go? Not so far, from what I've been told. If I was with a guy who was that.. cool and awesome and all, I'd probably kill myself from being so physically far from him. Even if we do live in the same state. At least I can just engage in a really great, two-way conversation plainly for our entertainment.
Today is the first day of school here in San Francisco. I moved here from Washington and I will be going to this school called Westmount High. It's weird, believe me, I KNOW. Ok, stop. Let's not badmouth the school before we even set foot in it. Let's give it a chance. Okay, breathe. I'll be fine. I mean I'm sure I'll be able to find "my" kind of people. I did in my old school. Oh man.. I miss them already. Okay stop! Now is not the time to get teary! You're putting your eye liner! Okay, that's better. Where was I? Oh yeah, left eye. Just a bit more green-
"JENNA! Get your ass down here!!!!"
"I'M COMING! Jeez!!!"
I rush down only to crash into my brother, who's going to be a junior this year. No time for breakfast I suppose? That bacon smells really good...
"And don't even THINK about grabbing some breakfast!! If we don't leave now we'll be late!!"
Well so much for breakfast. Hmph.
"I got you a granola bar though, it's in my pocket."
I look down and check my brother's pants. Which pocket? There are about a million pockets and zippers on his very low-waisted olive green cargo pants. At least I know he's on my side of the border, I LOVE his clothes. He almost makes me wish I was a man instead. lol.
"Aww, thanks Dave. Let's go! We're gonna be late remember? BYE MOM!!"
Dave just rolled his eyes, grabbed the car keys, mumbled a goodbye to his mom and followed Jenna into their car.
Breathe! This is gonna be fine. Johnny said everything would fall into place. Oh god, he better be right. I continued to comfort myself up until we parked into my NEW school's parking lot.
"C'mon Jenna, let's get this over with."
Okay.. this is it. I walked up the steps full of hope and self-esteem, which were only going to be crushed once I entered the school.
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Posted at 05:00 am by whatshername88
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Monday, August 08, 2005
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- Chapter One -
butterfly_chick : hey j_greene, asl?
j_greene : 17/m/usa
butterfly_chick : omg! dats so cool! im 14/f/usa
butterfly_chick : do u hav a cam?
j_greene : um, yes but I'm not interested, sorry.
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I sit myself in my comfy computer chair and log on to my usual chatroom, LetsRockToday and wait until it loads...
"Welcome to LetsRockToday, where everyone is stickin' it to the man. Please observe proper chatroom etiquette, and remember; Rock 'n' Roll will Save Your Soul!! Rock on!"
'Took long enough' I told myself as I the applet opened and I chose my favorite font color: GREEN while checking what was going on in the main screen.
*jennas_red_wagon entered the chatroom*
Butterfly_chick : j_greene!! please?? i promise i'm hot! and i bot new lip gloss!
j_greene : butterfly, please find someone else to watch you and your lip gloss.
butterfly_chick : u jerk! how can u tok to a woman like that!!!!!
jennas_red_wagon : I don't mean to interfere with your conversation
butterfly_chick, but j_greene said to leave him alone and that I think you should do.
j_greene : thank you jenna. I really appreciate that.
jennas_red_wagon : your welcome j_greene, just doing my part to save the universe.
j_greene : haha. awesome.
butterfly_chick : greeny!! did you 4get me!!! we wer toking remember! before that stupid wagon girl interrupted!! omg! tok about rude!
j_greene : oh. were we?
jennas_red_wagon : lol
butterfly_chick : yah! omg ok! so lyk, wat do u wanna tok about?
j_greene : beats me.
butterfly_chick : um. u sure u dont wanna see my cam?
- private message from j_greene -
*j_greene : is it always like this here? she won't stop bugging me!
*jennas_red_wagon : my friend, this is only the beginning. Is this really your first time here?
*j_greene : yeah it is. I heard from my cousin that this was a cool chatroom..
*jennas_red_wagon : well it is. ;)
*j_greene : and how can you prove that?
*jennas_red_wagon : well for a start, you can hook up with bimbos like butterfly_chick anytime, anywhere, isn't that one of the joys of being a teenage guy with raging hormones?
*j_greene : hey! i could be a nerdy girl for all you know!!
*jennas_red_wagon : yeah. right. lol.
*j_greene : lol.
*j_greene : i'm surprised you haven't asked for my asl yet you know. after all, I am a teenage guy who just happens to be ridiculously good-looking as well. ;)
*jennas_red_wagon : spare me please. :P
*j_greene : alright, i'll spare you the extra effort in typing. Name's Johnny, 17/m/usa. and you?
*jennas_red_wagon : you're nuts, you know that? alright then. "Name's Jenna. 16/f/usa." happy?
*j_greene : absolutely.
Meanwhile, in the main screen....
butterfly_chick : J_GREENE?!!!!!!!!!!!1
butterfly_chick : HELLOOOOOOOOOO!!! omg, lyk... appear again!!!
butterfly_chick : Wer'd u go!!!
butterfly_chick : come back pls!!!!!
butterfly_chick : wer is evry1 neway???
butterfly_chick : helllooo????
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