"Don't look so surprised, Madsen isn't the only one who knows how to screw with authority. Do you even have an Aunt Betsey?"
"In four different tones of voice, ranging from seriously high pitched to big mama deep." I laughed a little as I saw Carly when I walked out. I sort of thought it was Madsen breaking me out to apologize when I heard the name 'Betsey', but naturally, that wasn't it. Fucking moron.
And what's worse, he's telling Johnny and Ryan that it's my fault he's being such an idiot. Over nothing. Trying to get as many freakin' people on his side as humanly possible. I've heard six variations on one fight already, and the next person that asks me if I really am planning to blow up the school...
It won't be pretty, let's leave it at that.
"So, you're not worried about getting busted?" I looked around, trying to figure out if there was a plan or something. And yeah, I'm a little unnerved by this, because usually when I'm skipping, I know why, and what's going to happen.
With Carly, I could probably end up anywhere at this
"In four different tones of voice, ranging from seriously high pitched to big mama deep."
So, it's been done before. It hasn't been done by me, to Sam until now. And I like the name Betsey, thank you very much. It's a little bit old, a little bit scary, and makes me think of someone with orange-yellow hair and a hunchback. It's funny.
"This one was from the south."
With a sweet little southern drawl and everything. I like doing voices, it's fun. I think my favorite is the Aussie one.
"So, you're not worried about getting busted?"
"No, I really don't care. I needed a break." And I planned everything out so perfectly that I doubt we'll get caught. That voice was emmy award winning or something, and Ronny genuinely believes that I'm sick. It's all going according to plan.
Speaking of plans, we need something to do now.
"Do you want to hang out at my house for a while? You don't have to, I just thought it might be fun."
"I didn't think you were the 'break' type." I muttered, rubbing the back of my neck as I looked around again. I mean it, this is kinda unnerving. I thought Carly was one of the well behaved types.
Although... I can't say this is bad.
Not like I have to keep pretending to be someone I'm not or something, if she really doesn't have a problem with it. I mean, I can't push it, that would be the retarded move, and no matter how good I am at those...
"Do you want to hang out at my house for a while? You don't have to, I just thought it might be fun."
"Yeah, sure." I nodded, even though it's probably a bad idea. She's probably got a huge house, and I'm going to feel like crap the second I walk in. It's a bad idea, and I'm going to do it anyway.
Why?
Because I'm Sam Howell, glutton for punishment, end of story.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold the phone. I'm a type? Since when am I a type? I'm pretty sure that I'm just a Carly. You can't really lump me into one basic category like you would with Daphne (ditz) or Gina (drama queen)! I'm me. And all the good actresses are the ones who can play anything, right? My ability to branch out and do fun stuff is a good thing. It keeps me from being typecast. At last I thought it did, and now I'm a type?
Damnit!
"You learn something new everyday."
I smiled when he agreed to go with me. My house is a little different than most, but there's more to do. We can keep ourselves busy there because we have options. Lunch, movies, swimming, basketball, games. I'm a little spoiled, but that's not so bad. It means choices and an extreme lack of boredom.
I'd hate to be boring, I think it would kill me.
"I warned you in my letter that I wanted to get to know you."
Oh come on! He's your best friend for crying out loud! You're both depressed and unhappy and it's not solving anything. And I shouldn't give a damn about any of this, but since I ended up in the middle of two friends, I have to. I hate Madsen. He lays there in class and I'm tempted to go kick his desk to see what'll happen. I bet he'd embarrass himself. He'd deserve it for being such a jackass to me about everything.
But then I go back to Sam being unhappy, and I really hate my conscience at times like these.
"It doesn't make a difference one way or the other.""Need I remind you that you live with him? He's not just some guy you talk to a lot and get in trouble with on a daily basis. You guys take care of each other
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"Need I remind you that you live with him? He's not just some guy you talk to a lot and get in trouble with on a daily basis. You guys take care of each other."
Wait, how does she know about...
"Who told you I'm not living at home?" I tried to keep my voice from getting sharp, but I couldn't help it. No one at school talked about me having to live with Madsen, because no one had a clue about the real reason, and I'd done everything I could to keep it that way.
"You think I have a nice house, don't you? My parents make sure that I have just about everything that I'll ever need, for any occassion. Even if that means being prepared for snow in California. I do pretty good. You want to know what I don't have?"
I don't know, she seems pretty set to me. Look at this freakin' house. And even if it wasn't that, she's got the friends, the popularity, the talent in God knows how much crap...
"I don't have one friend who cares about me half as much as Madsen seems to care about you."Oh. Yeah, well
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Okay, now we're getting into this. Daphne told me some warped version of something probably not resembling the truth, and it ended with the fact that he lives with Madsen's family. I know that's not something he'd feel like advertising, but I do know about it.
"A friend. I wasn't trying to throw it in your face. I'm sorry."
I might not think much of Daph, but she'd kill me if they made her the victim of one of their stunts because of her big mouth. She gossips, things get around. People talk.
"Yeah, I guess."
We're getting somewhere now, I think.
He's agreeing anyway.
"He did something stupid. I doubt he'll try anything that dumb again, but even if he does...I think he probably means well. For you anyway, definitely not for me."
"A friend. I wasn't trying to throw it in your face. I'm sorry."
"It's no problem." 'A friend' means Daphne or Noelle or whoever the hell. I guess I can't keep it quiet forever. "How much do you know." I have to stop staring at my soda like a loser, some kid sulking over his freakin' life, but it's force of habit.
I made myself look back up, getting rid of the self pity. It's Carly, she's not going to spread this crap around school. At least, I hope not.
"He did something stupid. I doubt he'll try anything that dumb again, but even if he does...I think he probably means well. For you anyway, definitely not for me."
I grabbed a cookie and ate it. The sugar helps my sanity in the long run. "I'll talk to him, okay? I'm not promising anything else." I'm not wrong, I freakin' know it. He's wrong.
And since he's wrong, there's no way in hell I'm apologizing first.
"I'm sorry too. I didn't realize that things would be like this today. I guess I didn't think it through very much."
I looked up and blinked. "Huh? No, it's fine." What, just because I told her one of my biggest secrets and she made me feel like a jackass over the Madsen thing? Do I blame her for that?
... I blame myself more, at least for the second part. And I didn't have to tell Carly anything with the first part. I don't know why she's apologizing when technically, this was all me. "It's not your fault."
It's not. Even though she doesn't look like she buys it, it's still not her fault.
"We should do this again." I smirked a little. "When I'm not working a pathetic emotional baggage kind of angle, y'know?" Weren't girls supposed to be the ones who did this? When did that change? Shouldn't Carly have a sob story?
It's kinda not fine. I was pushy and dumb, and guys hate that. Well, I think they like dumb, but only if it's ditzy and blonde. Since I'm neither ditzy nor blonde, I'm assuming Sam hates that. And the whole pushy thing needs to stop too. I'm probably scaring him with my pushyness. I could hang a sign around my neck that says "I want you" and it would have the same creepy effect. Poor Sam, and poor me. I totally killed this.
"It's not your fault."
Sure it's not. I just started it. That makes it entirely my fault.
"We should do this again."
Um, okay. I think I missed something here. I definitely missed something. One minute I had him all accusatory for planning things, and the next Sam is saying he wants to do it again? He's supposed to tell me that he wants to go home and that I need to leave him alone or suffer the wrath of his stoner friends. I wonder what their wrath would be like. I bet it would involve spitballs.
"We should?"
Yeah, I'm a little confused. Why does he want to put up with me again?
She looks a little surprised. I don't know why, it wasn't her fault everything got so screwed over. "Yeah." I nodded. "Why not?"
"It's okay, I think pushy, scary, and just plain weird beats emotional baggage any day of the week."
I rolled my eyes. "You're not." And even if she was, I'm used to it. "My sister could beat you out in that area any day, I promise." If she really thinks she's that scary, she has to meet Arianna one of these days. She'll never think that again afterwards.
"What angle do you plan on working next time? I'll have to get a new one too."
"The one where I'm not pissed about something." I smirked a little. "And I'm here to actually have fun and nothing else." Well... maybe something else... No, I'd actually have to be dating her to do that one.
Because I'm already starting to drive you crazy? Seriously, I must be driving him nuts, and Sam is acting like it's no big deal. Either that means that he's used to being pushed around my a lunatic and likes it, or he's one of those weirdos who makes it sound "mysterious" and cool.
I'm okay with it either way, but I didn't think that he would be.
Strange guy.
...That could work.
"My sister could beat you out in that area any day, I promise."
There's another comparison to his sister. I know that can't be good for me. You mention it once, and the idea that I'm like a sister is a passing thought. Twice means that you're still thinking of it, have lumped me into that category, and suddenly you're not jealous of guys like Kyle, youre simple "overprotective".
Yeah, this isn't going to work.
"Thats comforting. At least I know there are worse out there."
Whatever. I'm in the wrong damn category now.
"The one where I'm not pissed about something. And I'm here to actually have fun and nothing else."He added
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"In four different tones of voice, ranging from seriously high pitched to big mama deep." I laughed a little as I saw Carly when I walked out. I sort of thought it was Madsen breaking me out to apologize when I heard the name 'Betsey', but naturally, that wasn't it. Fucking moron.
And what's worse, he's telling Johnny and Ryan that it's my fault he's being such an idiot. Over nothing. Trying to get as many freakin' people on his side as humanly possible. I've heard six variations on one fight already, and the next person that asks me if I really am planning to blow up the school...
It won't be pretty, let's leave it at that.
"So, you're not worried about getting busted?" I looked around, trying to figure out if there was a plan or something. And yeah, I'm a little unnerved by this, because usually when I'm skipping, I know why, and what's going to happen.
With Carly, I could probably end up anywhere at this
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So, it's been done before. It hasn't been done by me, to Sam until now. And I like the name Betsey, thank you very much. It's a little bit old, a little bit scary, and makes me think of someone with orange-yellow hair and a hunchback. It's funny.
"This one was from the south."
With a sweet little southern drawl and everything. I like doing voices, it's fun. I think my favorite is the Aussie one.
"So, you're not worried about getting busted?"
"No, I really don't care. I needed a break." And I planned everything out so perfectly that I doubt we'll get caught. That voice was emmy award winning or something, and Ronny genuinely believes that I'm sick. It's all going according to plan.
Speaking of plans, we need something to do now.
"Do you want to hang out at my house for a while? You don't have to, I just thought it might be fun."
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"I didn't think you were the 'break' type." I muttered, rubbing the back of my neck as I looked around again. I mean it, this is kinda unnerving. I thought Carly was one of the well behaved types.
Although... I can't say this is bad.
Not like I have to keep pretending to be someone I'm not or something, if she really doesn't have a problem with it. I mean, I can't push it, that would be the retarded move, and no matter how good I am at those...
"Do you want to hang out at my house for a while? You don't have to, I just thought it might be fun."
"Yeah, sure." I nodded, even though it's probably a bad idea. She's probably got a huge house, and I'm going to feel like crap the second I walk in. It's a bad idea, and I'm going to do it anyway.
Why?
Because I'm Sam Howell, glutton for punishment, end of story.
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Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold the phone. I'm a type? Since when am I a type? I'm pretty sure that I'm just a Carly. You can't really lump me into one basic category like you would with Daphne (ditz) or Gina (drama queen)! I'm me. And all the good actresses are the ones who can play anything, right? My ability to branch out and do fun stuff is a good thing. It keeps me from being typecast. At last I thought it did, and now I'm a type?
Damnit!
"You learn something new everyday."
I smiled when he agreed to go with me. My house is a little different than most, but there's more to do. We can keep ourselves busy there because we have options. Lunch, movies, swimming, basketball, games. I'm a little spoiled, but that's not so bad. It means choices and an extreme lack of boredom.
I'd hate to be boring, I think it would kill me.
"I warned you in my letter that I wanted to get to know you."
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Oh come on! He's your best friend for crying out loud! You're both depressed and unhappy and it's not solving anything. And I shouldn't give a damn about any of this, but since I ended up in the middle of two friends, I have to. I hate Madsen. He lays there in class and I'm tempted to go kick his desk to see what'll happen. I bet he'd embarrass himself. He'd deserve it for being such a jackass to me about everything.
But then I go back to Sam being unhappy, and I really hate my conscience at times like these.
"It doesn't make a difference one way or the other.""Need I remind you that you live with him? He's not just some guy you talk to a lot and get in trouble with on a daily basis. You guys take care of each other ( ... )
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Wait, how does she know about...
"Who told you I'm not living at home?" I tried to keep my voice from getting sharp, but I couldn't help it. No one at school talked about me having to live with Madsen, because no one had a clue about the real reason, and I'd done everything I could to keep it that way.
"You think I have a nice house, don't you? My parents make sure that I have just about everything that I'll ever need, for any occassion. Even if that means being prepared for snow in California. I do pretty good. You want to know what I don't have?"
I don't know, she seems pretty set to me. Look at this freakin' house. And even if it wasn't that, she's got the friends, the popularity, the talent in God knows how much crap...
"I don't have one friend who cares about me half as much as Madsen seems to care about you."Oh. Yeah, well ( ... )
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Okay, now we're getting into this. Daphne told me some warped version of something probably not resembling the truth, and it ended with the fact that he lives with Madsen's family. I know that's not something he'd feel like advertising, but I do know about it.
"A friend. I wasn't trying to throw it in your face. I'm sorry."
I might not think much of Daph, but she'd kill me if they made her the victim of one of their stunts because of her big mouth. She gossips, things get around. People talk.
"Yeah, I guess."
We're getting somewhere now, I think.
He's agreeing anyway.
"He did something stupid. I doubt he'll try anything that dumb again, but even if he does...I think he probably means well. For you anyway, definitely not for me."
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"It's no problem." 'A friend' means Daphne or Noelle or whoever the hell. I guess I can't keep it quiet forever. "How much do you know." I have to stop staring at my soda like a loser, some kid sulking over his freakin' life, but it's force of habit.
I made myself look back up, getting rid of the self pity. It's Carly, she's not going to spread this crap around school. At least, I hope not.
"He did something stupid. I doubt he'll try anything that dumb again, but even if he does...I think he probably means well. For you anyway, definitely not for me."
I grabbed a cookie and ate it. The sugar helps my sanity in the long run. "I'll talk to him, okay? I'm not promising anything else." I'm not wrong, I freakin' know it. He's wrong.
And since he's wrong, there's no way in hell I'm apologizing first.
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I looked up and blinked. "Huh? No, it's fine." What, just because I told her one of my biggest secrets and she made me feel like a jackass over the Madsen thing? Do I blame her for that?
... I blame myself more, at least for the second part. And I didn't have to tell Carly anything with the first part. I don't know why she's apologizing when technically, this was all me. "It's not your fault."
It's not. Even though she doesn't look like she buys it, it's still not her fault.
"We should do this again." I smirked a little. "When I'm not working a pathetic emotional baggage kind of angle, y'know?" Weren't girls supposed to be the ones who did this? When did that change? Shouldn't Carly have a sob story?
When did that get reversed?
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It's kinda not fine. I was pushy and dumb, and guys hate that. Well, I think they like dumb, but only if it's ditzy and blonde. Since I'm neither ditzy nor blonde, I'm assuming Sam hates that. And the whole pushy thing needs to stop too. I'm probably scaring him with my pushyness. I could hang a sign around my neck that says "I want you" and it would have the same creepy effect. Poor Sam, and poor me. I totally killed this.
"It's not your fault."
Sure it's not. I just started it. That makes it entirely my fault.
"We should do this again."
Um, okay. I think I missed something here. I definitely missed something. One minute I had him all accusatory for planning things, and the next Sam is saying he wants to do it again? He's supposed to tell me that he wants to go home and that I need to leave him alone or suffer the wrath of his stoner friends. I wonder what their wrath would be like. I bet it would involve spitballs.
"We should?"
Yeah, I'm a little confused. Why does he want to put up with me again?
"When ( ... )
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She looks a little surprised. I don't know why, it wasn't her fault everything got so screwed over. "Yeah." I nodded. "Why not?"
"It's okay, I think pushy, scary, and just plain weird beats emotional baggage any day of the week."
I rolled my eyes. "You're not." And even if she was, I'm used to it. "My sister could beat you out in that area any day, I promise." If she really thinks she's that scary, she has to meet Arianna one of these days. She'll never think that again afterwards.
"What angle do you plan on working next time? I'll have to get a new one too."
"The one where I'm not pissed about something." I smirked a little. "And I'm here to actually have fun and nothing else." Well... maybe something else... No, I'd actually have to be dating her to do that one.
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Because I'm already starting to drive you crazy? Seriously, I must be driving him nuts, and Sam is acting like it's no big deal. Either that means that he's used to being pushed around my a lunatic and likes it, or he's one of those weirdos who makes it sound "mysterious" and cool.
I'm okay with it either way, but I didn't think that he would be.
Strange guy.
...That could work.
"My sister could beat you out in that area any day, I promise."
There's another comparison to his sister. I know that can't be good for me. You mention it once, and the idea that I'm like a sister is a passing thought. Twice means that you're still thinking of it, have lumped me into that category, and suddenly you're not jealous of guys like Kyle, youre simple "overprotective".
Yeah, this isn't going to work.
"Thats comforting. At least I know there are worse out there."
Whatever. I'm in the wrong damn category now.
"The one where I'm not pissed about something. And I'm here to actually have fun and nothing else."He added ( ... )
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