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Don't worry I won't embarrass you. I'm just going to check out hisfriends. Maybe his grades and definitely his track record with the ladies.___ackson Ryan Taylor, I swear to whatever holy being there maybe thatI will personally rip you a...___hoa, calm down. She's violent,_ he whispered only for Danny. __an't Ibe concerned?___es, so long as you keep your mouth shut.___hat?___ot a word, Jack. I mean it.___oira...___ot a word!__ stormed out of the bathroom and that was the end of thatconversation

Movie. What's my favorite kind of movie?___s there a point to this?___lease, Lucy. What's my favorite movie?___orror. Why?___o reason,_ I sighed as I slouched back in the chair.__nd would you stop that! Please? It's distracting,_ she said as sheslammed her hand down on top of mine to stop me from twirling my ring.I jerked my hand out from under hers so I could cross my arms over mychest.__hat's with you today?_ Her tone was saturated with distaste.__othing.___ell, you're being awfully annoying for nothing to be wrong,_ sheretorted. __o ahead, Josh. I'm listening now.__ could feel the cold emanating from her and flowing in my direction. Ithad been this way for a while I just didn't want to see it.Danny and Josh looked at me and then awkwardly focused on otherthings.

Well, I would tell Danny. I'd probably edit for Josh. That is if there wasanything worth editing.__oshua Roberts, you had better get your butt on the move!_ Dannyhollered as he walked down the stairs.I was nervously waiting for them to leave as I pretended to watch TV inthe front room.__e're going to be late.___o the hair crisis is under control I see.___ stray hair will never win between a bottle of gel and a gay man,_ hedeclared with a smile. __oshua!___'m coming. I'm coming.__ heard his sandals click on the stairs and I waited to see if the mentalimage matched the real one. To my non surprise it did.

I went to say no, but I winced as I pulled my tooth out of my lip.I was absolutely hopeless. In a two minute period my front curls hadstarted to go straight due to my constant brushing them behind my earsand I was pretty sure my lip was bleeding. Frustrated I pushed myself off ofthe couch with a huff and walked around the glass coffee table to head forthe kitchen.__'ve made you angry.___o.__arren got up and cut me off in the middle of the room. __es, I did.You're angry with me.___o, not with you.___hen what's wrong?___'m angry with myself.

There is a deeper, more profound reason for this craving for acceptance and glory. Put simply, it's because all writers are fat and/or ugly. And generally socially inept. Me being the notable exception, of course. Writers want to be special, because they're so not. They're losers, overgrown kids who've never escaped from being misfits and who have run away into their own imaginations in an attempt to find self-esteem. Why do you think they all star in their own books? Self included.

We were still twirling around the tiny parking lot when the neighborsscreamed 'Happy New Year'. Unfortunately we weren't sober enough torealize that was our cue to call it a night. Josh had a new beer in his hands,Danny was eating the last hot dog and Darren and I were still dancingwhen the cops showed up.

Miracles happen on Christmas, Pat. Everybody knows that shit.

What is a friend if not someone you feel close to, someone you like being with, someone you can confide in and share pleasure with.-Jeremy Malory-