"You guys are nuts." That's really my only protest, and I always end up doing it anyway. But I think it has to be said, even though it something that they already know. Very well. And if I had any questions about whether or not they got that, I'd be able to tell by how they're grinning at me.
"... And just so we're clear, I hate you."
"Dude, we know. Are you in?"
I opened my mouth to say something when I saw Carly walking towards us. Carly doesn't technically talk to me at lunch, which is alright, because she's with her friends. And I'm with my friends. Two worlds that flat out don't mix.
And it's because of that, her coming over here completely at random is a little weird. I really doubt she's here to sit with us. They'd drive her insane.
So what's going on?
""Hi. Sam.""Hi..." I don't mean to sound this confused, I'm just caught off gaurd. "What's up?" She's smiling, I'll take it as a good sign. She's completely ignoring the other guys, which means no one did anything to her
( ... )
Unbelievable. He doesn't get it. Or he's pretending not to, which is even worse. But I think he genuinely doesn't get it. And I can tell by the look of dread and terror on Madsen's face that he gets it, so I think Sam really is just clueless. I can work with clueless though, its the not getting it and pretending not to thing that would be bad. But this, I can make him get.
Then, hopefully, I'll get an answer out of him too. I wish I could say that I don't care what he tells me as long as I finally know whats going on, but I do. I want this to work out in my favor. I wouldn't be doing it if I didn't care. And doing it like this is putting myself out on the line more than I have to, but I can't just keep letting time pass. Its driving me crazy.
"What are you talking about?"
Oh come on. He's making it worse now. I know he didn't understand initially. I showed up and out of the blue asked him a question. But now that he's had a few seconds to process, I'd think its starting to make sense, unless he flat out has never thought
( ... )
Dude. This is not happening. She totally cannot do that. He was blissfully unaware, and it was so much cooler that way, than it would be if he knew she totally wants to date him. And she's messing with him not knowing.
Not. Cool.
And now, she's drawing a diagram thingy to explain it to him. That is totally weird, you know that?
And it's on my notebook!
"Okay. Thats you. That's me. I like you. And you said you like me too."
Dude, do not be touching my notebook with that craziness. Stop that right now. I want my notebook back. Draw on Johnny's notebook, seriously. If any craziness is going to be drawn, it should be there.
Right near where he keeps all his totally weird drawings and shit. It works out.
"So, based on that information, I'm asking you. What are we?"
He's starting to get it! Dude!
"Okay, let him be confused." I tipped The Snowflake off the table. "It's safer for him that way."
Even if that doesn't work, and Sammy doesn't end up too busy trying to help her up...
I let Sam look at the picture, then crumpled it up and threw it over my shoulder. I put the notebook back where it was before, and waited. If Sam doesn't get it now, he's at least starting to. Maybe I can just tell him the rest of it instead of drawing pictures, because if there's one thing I know I'm not, its an artist.
"Okay, let him be confused."
No. I can't let him be confused. Sam being confused is making me confused. I don't want to be confused. I want us both unconfused and happy, and I think we would be if one of us spoke up. That's why I'm doing the speaking. Because someone had to, and I realized it wasn't going to be him.
I ignored Madsen, keeping my eyes trained on Sam.
Until the table went up and I slide off, hitting the floor knees first. And I'm fairly sure there was a girly scream attached to that, but I don't like to think of myself as the kind of person who makes those sounds.
Wait a second, that jackass did this to me on purpose!
"It's safer for him that way.""You asshole!" I got up, pushed my hair out of
( ... )
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"It'll be great, Sam."
"You guys are nuts." That's really my only protest, and I always end up doing it anyway. But I think it has to be said, even though it something that they already know. Very well. And if I had any questions about whether or not they got that, I'd be able to tell by how they're grinning at me.
"... And just so we're clear, I hate you."
"Dude, we know. Are you in?"
I opened my mouth to say something when I saw Carly walking towards us. Carly doesn't technically talk to me at lunch, which is alright, because she's with her friends. And I'm with my friends. Two worlds that flat out don't mix.
And it's because of that, her coming over here completely at random is a little weird. I really doubt she's here to sit with us. They'd drive her insane.
So what's going on?
""Hi. Sam.""Hi..." I don't mean to sound this confused, I'm just caught off gaurd. "What's up?" She's smiling, I'll take it as a good sign. She's completely ignoring the other guys, which means no one did anything to her ( ... )
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Unbelievable. He doesn't get it. Or he's pretending not to, which is even worse. But I think he genuinely doesn't get it. And I can tell by the look of dread and terror on Madsen's face that he gets it, so I think Sam really is just clueless. I can work with clueless though, its the not getting it and pretending not to thing that would be bad. But this, I can make him get.
Then, hopefully, I'll get an answer out of him too. I wish I could say that I don't care what he tells me as long as I finally know whats going on, but I do. I want this to work out in my favor. I wouldn't be doing it if I didn't care. And doing it like this is putting myself out on the line more than I have to, but I can't just keep letting time pass. Its driving me crazy.
"What are you talking about?"
Oh come on. He's making it worse now. I know he didn't understand initially. I showed up and out of the blue asked him a question. But now that he's had a few seconds to process, I'd think its starting to make sense, unless he flat out has never thought ( ... )
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Not. Cool.
And now, she's drawing a diagram thingy to explain it to him. That is totally weird, you know that?
And it's on my notebook!
"Okay. Thats you. That's me. I like you. And you said you like me too."
Dude, do not be touching my notebook with that craziness. Stop that right now. I want my notebook back. Draw on Johnny's notebook, seriously. If any craziness is going to be drawn, it should be there.
Right near where he keeps all his totally weird drawings and shit. It works out.
"So, based on that information, I'm asking you. What are we?"
He's starting to get it! Dude!
"Okay, let him be confused." I tipped The Snowflake off the table. "It's safer for him that way."
Even if that doesn't work, and Sammy doesn't end up too busy trying to help her up...
That was fun.
Score for Madsen.
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"Okay, let him be confused."
No. I can't let him be confused. Sam being confused is making me confused. I don't want to be confused. I want us both unconfused and happy, and I think we would be if one of us spoke up. That's why I'm doing the speaking. Because someone had to, and I realized it wasn't going to be him.
I ignored Madsen, keeping my eyes trained on Sam.
Until the table went up and I slide off, hitting the floor knees first. And I'm fairly sure there was a girly scream attached to that, but I don't like to think of myself as the kind of person who makes those sounds.
Wait a second, that jackass did this to me on purpose!
"It's safer for him that way.""You asshole!" I got up, pushed my hair out of ( ... )
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