Runaway Amore part 8
“So then I detto no Mr. Potato, you’re janked! And he told me he didn’t think I had the right to-“ I nodded along like I was really paying attention to Blanket’s story about some janked potato. “Hey Blanket, I’m gonna umm, throw a potato!” I got up and walked out of Blanket’s room and into Paris’. She looked up from the computer on her desk.
“Hey, what’s up?” she asked. I sat on the edge of her bed. “Nothing much, just bored.” I replied.
“Where’s Jaafar?” she asked
“Out with Karissa” I detto in a disgusted tone.
“What’s so bad about that?” Paris asked
“Can te keep a secret?” she nodded her head yes. Liar.
“No te can’t, but I’m going to tell te anyway. I like Karissa” There I detto it. I liked Karissa before Jaafar did, I saw her first. I thought we’d hit it off, but then Jaafar walked da and it was all over.
“Really? You’re just asking for drama! Can’t te like Mikey’s friend Kayla instead?” Paris whined
“No, because she already has a boyfriend and I like Karissa way more. I can’t change my feelings.” I detto putting my head in my hands.
“People change their feelings all the time! Like right now I don’t like te because you’re starting problems!” Paris exclaimed throwing her hands up in the air sometimes, saying AYO, gotta let go! ;D Tee hee, now back to da story!
“Fine. I won’t mention it again. I don’t want to be a problem starter.” I got up and walked out of Paris’ room and back into mine. I saw Jaafar sitting on his letto eating candy.
“What up Princelona?” he popped a Hershey’s baciare in his mouth.
“I thought te were going out with Karissa today.” I detto sitting on my bed.
“I just went to her house to break up with her”, he detto talking with his mouth full.
“Why’d te break up with her? I asked
“Because she her nickname is Riss, which reminds me of Ritz, and I refuse to data a girl that reminds me of crackers.” That’s Jaafar’s way of saying ‘I didn’t like her in the first place’, but it didn’t matter because I was happy. Now Karissa was single and I could take my chances with her. On the outside I gave a sympathetic look, but on the inside I was jumping for joy!
“Well that’s too bad” I said
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, now get out because I’m about to call Mikey” I happily left the room and skipped down the hallway like a little school girl. I know I looked like a pansy, but I was just so happy. I hopped down the stairs two at a time.
“Don’t hop down the stairs like that, you’ll fall and break your but knuckle” Donte detto walking by. That weirdo. The doorbell rung and I skipped over to open it. When I did Kayla burst through the door and gave me a huge hug. She kicked the door closed and detto “Hey Prince! Guess what? te know how te were kinda bummed out about me having boyfriend? Well, I broke up with him to be with you!” I pulled away from the hug.
“Oh that’s ni- wait, te WHAT?”
“I broke up with him to be with you!” she repeated
“Oh Kayla, te shou-“ the doorbell rung again. “Let me get that” I detto to Kayla. I opened the door to find Karissa with tears running down her face and a box of tissues under her arm. “I need someone to hold me” she sobbed into my arms. I kicked the door closed and saw Kayla’s confused face. “Prince, who is this?” Kayla asked. Karissa looked up and saw Kayla standing with her arms crossed. “Who’s the blond chick?” Karissa pointed a finger in Kayla’s direction. Crap.
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“So then I detto no Mr. Potato, you’re janked! And he told me he didn’t think I had the right to-“ I nodded along like I was really paying attention to Blanket’s story about some janked potato. “Hey Blanket, I’m gonna umm, throw a potato!” I got up and walked out of Blanket’s room and into Paris’. She looked up from the computer on her desk.
“Hey, what’s up?” she asked. I sat on the edge of her bed. “Nothing much, just bored.” I replied.
“Where’s Jaafar?” she asked
“Out with Karissa” I detto in a disgusted tone.
“What’s so bad about that?” Paris asked
“Can te keep a secret?” she nodded her head yes. Liar.
“No te can’t, but I’m going to tell te anyway. I like Karissa” There I detto it. I liked Karissa before Jaafar did, I saw her first. I thought we’d hit it off, but then Jaafar walked da and it was all over.
“Really? You’re just asking for drama! Can’t te like Mikey’s friend Kayla instead?” Paris whined
“No, because she already has a boyfriend and I like Karissa way more. I can’t change my feelings.” I detto putting my head in my hands.
“People change their feelings all the time! Like right now I don’t like te because you’re starting problems!” Paris exclaimed throwing her hands up in the air sometimes, saying AYO, gotta let go! ;D Tee hee, now back to da story!
“Fine. I won’t mention it again. I don’t want to be a problem starter.” I got up and walked out of Paris’ room and back into mine. I saw Jaafar sitting on his letto eating candy.
“What up Princelona?” he popped a Hershey’s baciare in his mouth.
“I thought te were going out with Karissa today.” I detto sitting on my bed.
“I just went to her house to break up with her”, he detto talking with his mouth full.
“Why’d te break up with her? I asked
“Because she her nickname is Riss, which reminds me of Ritz, and I refuse to data a girl that reminds me of crackers.” That’s Jaafar’s way of saying ‘I didn’t like her in the first place’, but it didn’t matter because I was happy. Now Karissa was single and I could take my chances with her. On the outside I gave a sympathetic look, but on the inside I was jumping for joy!
“Well that’s too bad” I said
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, now get out because I’m about to call Mikey” I happily left the room and skipped down the hallway like a little school girl. I know I looked like a pansy, but I was just so happy. I hopped down the stairs two at a time.
“Don’t hop down the stairs like that, you’ll fall and break your but knuckle” Donte detto walking by. That weirdo. The doorbell rung and I skipped over to open it. When I did Kayla burst through the door and gave me a huge hug. She kicked the door closed and detto “Hey Prince! Guess what? te know how te were kinda bummed out about me having boyfriend? Well, I broke up with him to be with you!” I pulled away from the hug.
“Oh that’s ni- wait, te WHAT?”
“I broke up with him to be with you!” she repeated
“Oh Kayla, te shou-“ the doorbell rung again. “Let me get that” I detto to Kayla. I opened the door to find Karissa with tears running down her face and a box of tissues under her arm. “I need someone to hold me” she sobbed into my arms. I kicked the door closed and saw Kayla’s confused face. “Prince, who is this?” Kayla asked. Karissa looked up and saw Kayla standing with her arms crossed. “Who’s the blond chick?” Karissa pointed a finger in Kayla’s direction. Crap.
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