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Hi, my name is Jayme
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 | Random Acts of Kindness -Four- |
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| Created: 2008-06-05 17:23:13 |
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And this is the point where I get bored again..
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Four...
"Are ya sure you wanna do this?" I asked for the twentieth time as we stood together on the steps outside the Smyths' front door.
He narrowed his eyes at me and responded, "You talk as if I'm making the biggest mistake of my life."
I laughed maniacally before twisting the doorknob slowly.
"Anyone there?" I called in quietly as I smirked deviously at Reese.
"Come on in," a voice yelled from upstairs, "Unless you're already in, then in that case, go out!"
"Cute," Reese muttered while wandering off to look around the house.
I shrugged off his curiosity and continued on the straight path to Kenny's room. The door was half open but she wasn't anywhere in sight. I glanced around the room and saw the discarded remains of what Kenny had worn earlier that day.
"Yo," a chirpier version of her voice giggled from inside her closet.
I plopped down on her bed before asking in a monotonous voice, "What are you doing?"
The door slid open and she smiled crazily at me.
"Ugh, dude. Either you're wearing a really teeny shirt, or your bikini is really not an actual bikini."
"Well, thank you Captain Obvious," she squealed spinning around for me to see her entire bra.
"God," I cried pulling my hands over my now blushing face, "put on a shirt."
She pouted before muttering, "But I wanted your special friend to see me."
"Uh... Sl[u]t much?"
Walking back towards the confines of her closet, she sighed, "My reputation precedes me, hmm?"
"DUUUUDE!" I screamed out louder than necessary. "I'm the only person allowed to put you down, so don't even go there."
"You're so mean," she called out of the crack in the closet's door.
I shrugged even though she couldn't see, "At least I'm not a butt."
"Ha," she chuckled sarcastically.
Someone tapped softly on the door before Kenny kicked the closet open fully. With her fists balled up and placed on her hips, she posed heroically while glaring at the piece of wood that acted as a door to her room.
"It's Reese," I replied as if that answered it all. When she continued staring at the door, I added, "'My special friend.'"
She broke her pose to snicker into her hand. I pushed her aside and opened the door for him.
In a seductive voice, he chuckled softly before saying, "I hope I'm not interrupting anything."
Kenny stopped laughing abruptly to say slowly, "Ewww."
"Glad to see you can resist my goodies," I responded while lifting my shirt to expose smooth pale flesh.
"Glad to see you think you have goodies," she reponded quickly while pulling my shirt down.
Reese stared back and forth at us while we passed witty insults and the crazy smile he wore was more than enough proof that he had never met anyone quite like us.
"How long have you guys known each other?" he interrupted suddenly.
Kenny, who was in the midst of giving me yet another bruise, rolled her eyes toward the ceiling and counted the months silently.
In unison, we answered, "I don't know."
Reese sighed like a defeated man before looking around Kenny's room.
"Excuse me for saying," he started, "But this does not look like a normal sixteen year old girl's bedroom."
Kenny laughed to herself before picking up a shrunken head and throwing it in the open trunk at the foot of her bed. She pushed me onto her bed and sat on my lap while twittering aimlessly, "I am not normal, so please do not belittle me while placing me into a category full of brainless, clueless and/or friendless twits. I choose my destiny, wield my future, fight off demons and get solid C minuses in my freetime. I like wrestling and ballet. I can get my best friend to do whatever I want without sexual favors, though we both know I'd do it in a minute. I am a woman, and I hate it. I am not normal, emo, or retarded - though my parents insist I am mentally unstable and chemically unbalanced. Despite this, I stand by the normal being a catergory for losers who won't waste time to make something extraordinary of themselves. And besides, labels are sh[i]t."
Reese's mouth slightly dropped open before he glared silently at me.
"This girl," he said motioning towards Kennedy's still body, "is not crazy." |
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