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You Got Mail! ((chapter two.)) |
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From: Jess
To: Nyx
Hah. Sorry about that. I got a little busy and couldn’t answer your text for . . . how long has it been? Three days?
Hah. My bad. I was proposed to–never thought that would happen. Anyway.
How are you and Travis?
From: Nyx
To: Jess
Neh, it’s fine. I’ve been busy working anyway, so I couldn’t check my phone anyway.
He proposed? O.O There’s something I can’t see, such a whore as you being proposed to by such a sweet guy. wink Did you accept? Decline? What happened? :O
We’re ok. We’re friends, we eat together, play pokemon together…you know…just NOT sleeping together yet. Or prolly ever, since he’s so afraid of it.
From: Jess
To: Nyx
Ah, you’re waitress job, yes? Any old men grab your a**, yet?
Yeah, he proposed–that’s what I said, isn’t it? Were you not listening? Err, reading? It’s pretty hard for me to see as well. He looked so sincere, and honest, and so in LOVE with me . . . which is, of course, why I said no. I’m still a free woman!
Haha, eat together? Like . . . eat each other? You don’t TECHNICALLY have to sleep for that. Haha.
He’s afraid of sex? What a REAL man you got there, Nyxy. AMAZING catch.
From: Nyx
To: Jess
No, they haven’t; I refuse that to happen.
Ya. >.> That must’ve broken his poor heart. It takes A LOT or courage to do that.
No, eat our own food at the same table. >.< Wow Jess. Yes, he’s afraid. He doesn’t want to get anyone pregnant and have to support the child. He does know about protection, too. >.< Man.
From: Jess
To: Nyx
Meh. Why not? Old guys sometimes now what they’re doing.
A lot of courage, eh? He doesn’t have any. I said no for obvious reasons–I’m seventeen, y’know? I don’t need to be tied down to anyone. Beside’s he’ll only end up . . . never mind. Forget I said anything.
Blah, blah, blah.
Your own food . . . meaning . . . each other? Haha. Oh yeah.
Condoms, my dear, are your FRIEND. Utilize ‘em.
Support the child? Abortions, my dear, are ALSO your friend. Do it.
From: Nyx
To: Jess
Sometimes they don’t.
Uh-huh. Sure. That’s just…let’s not go there.
No. Our own plate, of, like, spaghetti or ravioli.
They don’t always work, you know. And I will only use abortions if I can’t support the child. I WILL not use it because I made a stupid mistake.
From: Jess
To: Nyx
And you would know . . .?
Yes, let’s not. We don’t want to think of Chase ending up pregnant . . . Moving on . . .
Okay, so, Travis on the plate, and spaghetti/ravioli on Travis? Food sex? Nice.
They usually do, though. You know, more so now than before. Advancement in science and what not?
So, you’re calling Travis a stupid mistake?
Ooh, I’m telling Travis on you!
From: Unknown Number
To: Travis
Nyx says you’re a stupid mistake.
Sorry, sweet heart.
Have fun with your food sex or whatever, though.
From: Nyx
To: Jess
WHAT did you text Travis? He’s freaking out on me! And we DO NOT have sex, food or otherwise! Ay, now I remember why I don’t come to you for advice. -_-
From: Travis
To: Unknown Number
Who are you? What the hell is food sex??
From: Jess
To: Nyx
Do you REALLY want to know?
Okay, hold on . . .
From Jess
To Nyx
FWD: Nyx says you’re a stupid mistake.
Sorry, sweet heart.
Have fun with your food sex or whatever, though.
From: Nyx
To: Jess
You stupid b***h. >.< He’s freaking out, like, seriously. Like no other…
From: Unknown Number
To: Travis
Imma put it in terms your nerdy brain will understand . . .
Luke, I am your father.
Food sex, my dear child, is when you combine food and sex. Hence the name.
From: Travis
To: Anakin Skywalker
My father is dead.
Uh, no. Never. Never ever. I don’t want to support a child. Even if it has meatballs.
From: Jess
To: Nyx
His dad is dead? b***h, why didn’t you tell me?
Haha, freaking out? My job here is complete. —swoops away very Batman-like-
From: Anakin Skywalker
To: Travis
Jeesh. Talk about mood killer. ‘Sides, last I checked, you ain’t Luke Skywalker!! surprised
Next thing you know, you’re going to be asking me if I’ve been tested (I do NOT have any STD’s, okay?)
Hah. If you don’t want to worry about commitment, come over to my place . . . yeah. We can have some fun without any worries about commitment. Yeppers.
Besides, Nyx told me you were cute. So yeah. Good enough for me.
Get over here. wink
From: Nyx
To: Jess
He didn’t tell me. mad
He’s calming down seeing you’re a whore, and you are prolly making it up. wink
From: Travis
To: Anakin Skywalker
Hey, telling the truth.
Never. I live here.
Oh, you’re the bitchy friend Nyx is always telling me about? The whore that wants to date her a*****e of a brother? What’s your name…Jessica?
From: Jess
To: b***h-known-as-Nyx
Hah, he told me first. Jealous?
By the way, I changed your name in my address book . . . you don’t want to know.
A whore? Me? I feel so . . . complimented. My life’s dream is almost complete.
I’m not making it up, though . . .
For once.
I’m surprised no one questioned me as to how I got his number . . .
From: Anakin Skywalker
To: Travis
Truth? Who needs it?
Blah, blah, technicalities–who cares where you live?
Bitchy? Okay, I am NOT bitchy. Nyx is. Especially when she’s on her period (which should be soon, by the way, my best friend senses are tingling, so be careful).
And, a whore? Thanks.
Her brother may be an asshat, but he is NOT an a*****e! There’s a difference!
Besides . . . love does funny things to people.
Especially to whores.
Call me Jessica again, and I’ll go all the way to New York just to . . .!
You don’t even WANT to know what I’m going to do you. It won’t be pleasurable, either, so don’t get any funny ideas!
From: b***h-known —as-Nyx
To: Jess-the-whore-who-needs-to-calm-down
Ah, ok. Whatever, name calling doesn’t work on me anymore, remember?
Wow. Now you just need to…I won’t go there. wink
I was, then I remembered “My dad’s a cop”. >.>
From: Travis
To: Anakin Skywalker
An honest guy who wants the heart to the girl who values honesty.
I do. wink
Didn’t need to know that. It’s her problem, not mine.
There is? What is this “difference”?
To what? Rip up my batman comic books? DDDD: NOOOOOOO!!!!
From: Jess-the-whore-who-needs-to-calm-down
To: b***h-known —as-Nyx
“It hasn’t since fourth grade” right? I know you’re thinking it . . .!
Well, anyways, in that case.
You, Nyx, are a c**k-sucking, mother ********, bitchy a** whore.
Congratulations.
Need to what? I’m confused now. I don’t get it!!
Haha, you remembered something I said? Happy day, happy day.
Gah. Chase came over. He has a ridiculously pathetic look on his face, one that clearly screams “you broke my heart!”
Oh, wait . . . I did.
From: Anakin Skywalker
To: Travis
Pbft. Figures. You’re the honesty type.
Which, by the way, is exactly Nyx’s type, so, as her (reluctant) best friend, I guess I owe her the occasional kindness to tell you “good luck! Go for it! Kiss her!!”
But, meh. Where’s the fun in being nice? No benefit for me . . .
Oh but you DID need to know that. It will soon be your problem. If she bites your head off, at least you can’t say I didn’t warn you.~
Assholes like it in the a**, asshats don’t.
If you don’t get that, I feel very bad for Nyx ‘cause it means she won’t be getting any very soon . . .
Ooh, Batman comic books? Nah, I’ll probably just steal those from you.
But, I’ll just leave your torture to your imagination with guarantees that it will be ten times worse than anything you can come up with.
From: b***h-known-as-Nyx
To: Jess-the-whore-who-needs-to-calm-down
At least I do it honestly. wink
Nothing, nothing… wink
I only remembered so I could use it against you. xD And in case my parents got too bad.
Yeah. You did. Poor guy…
From: Travis
To: Jessica
You think so? I wanted to the other night, but…
I doubt it. She’s too nice to bite someone.
O.o
You will NEVER get my books. EVER. I will die before you get those.
From: Jess-the-whore-who-needs-to-calm-down
To: Nyx
Honestly? I do it honestly, too. My job is very serious.
You WILL tell me or else I will fill Travis’ mind with horrid things . . . muahaha.
How can you use my dad being a cop against me? I find your denial cute. YOU LOVE ME!!
No, wait, your ‘rents? s**t, now I’m beginning to think you’re using me for my dad.
Which reminds me, your parents are looking for you. They asked me if I knew where you were . . . I told them you ran away to Antarctica and “good luck finding her there” so . . . yeah.
My dad figured out where you were, though, when I asked him to find Travis’ number for me . . .
If you pity him so much, text him. Soothe him. You’re his friend, too, aren’t you?
From: Jessica
To: Travis
Aww, why didn’t you? I think it would have been cute . . .
Ew. I sound like a freshman cheerleader going through puberty.
Not when she’s on her period.
Ah, that sounds about right . . . you WILL die.
Hey, I have a question , if I gave you my boyfriend’s phone number, could you talk to him? Like, man to man? (I use the term “man” loosely). I think he needs a guy friend . . .
Especially now that I turned down his proposal. He needs to talk with someone.
From: Nyx
To: Jess
Uh-huh. We’ll go with that.
O.o That’s cruel. Very cruel. Then again, it is you…
Yeah. When you date a 21-year-old, I can call rape on you and get you both in trouble. wink
Lol, thanks. That helps a lot. razz It’s cold, just like their hearts.
Oh really? That’s kinda bad. If he tells anyone, lock him in a closet. Without a gun. With old education videos. There’s real torture.
That would be awkward. Trust me, I know.
From: Travis
To: Jessica
Because, I thought she’d freak out. mad
Maybe you are. wink
If you say so. I’ll take that advice when it comes time.
O.o No I won’t.
Oh, ya, I could do that…wait, you turned him down? How? Did you scream at him, talk nicely, what? It takes A LOT of courage to do that, y’know?
From: Jess
To: Nyx
We shall.
I AM a cruel person. Now, will you tell me?
Psh, who says I’ll have sex with him/her (you never know)? Muahaha. Evidence, my dear. You need it, and I don’t leave any.
It better help. It was hard to keep a straight face when they were like, “No seriously, where is she?” and I was like “Antarctica.” You try it. It’s takes TALENT.
I should be an actress.
Don’t worry, I have him sworn into secrecy . . . besides, he thinks of you as a daughter, and he doesn’t all the way trust those parents of yours . . .
. . . Just out of curiosity, though . . . what kind of educational videos?
Psh. Fine.
Travis agreed to do it anyways. (That sounds so wrong . . . don’t worry–I won’t steal your toy).
From: Jessica
To: Travis
She was probably freaking out because you DIDN’T.
Nice job. You officially freaked out Nyx by not kissing her.
Kiss her now. It’s gooood for you.
I’m not. I’m a senior in high school who’s already gone through puberty and is far from being a dumb cheerleader. I mean, seriously, who needs ‘em? You know what they are? Hold on . . .
Give me an S! (S!) Give me an L! (L!) Give me a U! (U!) Give me a T! (T!) What’s that spell? Sluts!! Yayy!!
Yeah. Not the good kind of sluts, either. The bad kind. The kind that I’m not.
I kinda . . . I don’t even want to remember. It was terrible, I feel bad about it, but . . .
Wait, why am I talking about my feelings with an (almost) complete stranger?
Bleh. Whatever. Here’s his number: (XXX)- XXX- XXXX.
So, yeah. Text him.
From: Nyx
To: Jess
Nope.
Uh-huh. I have that condom?
No, you shouldn’t. You’d rip up the set that I would’ve worked so hard to build.
About time.
Those old 80’s ones about, like, yoga, or social studies. The ones with the horrible hairdos.
Ok, I’m glad he’s getting a guy friend away from his…groupies he says. (Other comic nerds.)
From: Travis
To: Jess
Oh, wow. I would never have known that.
You admit being a slut? Nice.
Uh-oh. Not good. If a b***h like you doesn’t want to remember, it was truly horrible.
K, Thanks.
From: Unknown Number
To: Chase
Hey, this is your girlfriend’s best friend’s boyfriend. You alright?
From: Nyx
To: Jess
OMG. What did you say to Travis? He just, like, made out with me, out of nowhere!
From: Jess
To: Nyx
You’re welcome.
From: Jess
To: Travis
I’m sure you wouldn’t have.
Guys never do know how to figure things out–especially a woman’s mind.
Well, I’m a whore, and that’s kinda better anyways . . .
It really isn’t good. Gosh. I can’t believe I even did it . . .
Chase laughed, though. So maybe not all is bad? And we’re still dating . . .
From: Chase
To: Nyx’s Boyfriend
Should I be alright?
I proposed to my girlfriend and she baked me a cake with icing that said “Not now, maybe later”.
So, yeah. I’m not exactly running around singing show tunes.
But the cake WAS delicious, which means she put some effort in it, and she DID say “later” . . .
So, yeah. I’m Chase, and you are . . .?
It’s too weird just to think of you as Nyx’s boy toy–err–boyfriend.
From: Nyx’s Boyfriend
To: Chase
That’s…odd. Is she always like that? I mean…
Way to at least be positive.
Er…does she call me that? O.o My name’s Travis.
From: Travis
To: Jess
Because you guys are so hard to figure out. All you do is hide your feelings.
If you say so.
Ok, well, maybe it isn’t that bad…
You baked him a cake? That’s a bit…untraditional. And…awkward-ish. I mean, eating your rejection? That would ruin my day no matter how good the cake was.
From: Chase
To: Travis
She is rather . . . eccentric.
Positivity is my forte. When one is dating Jess, it has to be.
She does. It just kinda . . . sticks. Don’t tell her I told you, though, but she’s secretly rooting for you and Nyx to get . . . you know . . . TOGETHER together. Like, she’s planning your wedding and everything (don’t ask).
From: Jess
To: Travis
Maybe men just lack the wisdom to see through our, uh, shells? You all have an abundance of naïveté.
Besides, I don’t HAVE feelings. I’m a strong, independent woman who doesn’t need ‘em.
I did. I don’t tend to be a traditional person. He was cool with it, though. I guess. I know he likes food, and well, I’m okay at baking, soo . . .
He ate it, though.
Wait, did Chase tell you that the cake was good? That’s a relief. I wasn’t sure how well it turned out, and he wouldn’t tell me . . .
At least it didn’t REALLY ruin his day too badly, he was rejected, but he got something out of it, like “No thanks, but here, have some cake!”
. . .
That sounds . . . cruel.
Oh God.
From: Travis
To: Chase
I can imagine man. How can you stand it?
Wow, uh…that just made things quite awkward.
From: Travis
To: Jess
Maybe we can’t. Take ‘em down, that’s why girls get so pissed when they don’t get dates to prom and such. -_- We can’t see past all the plastic surgery and makeup. (not that you do any of that, right)
Ya, he said it was good, so you put “thought into it”.
That sounds like a witches’ ingredient.
Very cruel. At least he’s not hungry anymore. At least, not stomach hungry.
From: Chase
To: Travis
I don’t. I sit.
Yeah. I know.
She wants to bake your wedding cake, too. . .
What is with her and cake? Man, girls are confusing.
From: Jess
To: Travis
What, you want me to go around to women all around the world “spread the news, we have to take down our walls”? Yeah. That’s realistic.
s**t. Prom? That’s soon isn’t it . . . well. ********.
******** ******** ******** ******** ********.
********.
Nah, I didn’t put “thought into it” I put my (non-existent, mind you) “heart” into it.
Shut it.
What, you mean hungry for some lovin’~? He won’t give me any, so it’s his fault, not mine.
From: Travis
To: Chase
Lol. Ya, that could help.
I know. Jess is trying to explain the female mind to me…I think. -_-
From: Travis
To: Jess
Ya, I know. But it would help. wink
Ya. You should, uh…get ready, neh?
Lol. Non-existent. That explains a lot.
That sucks for the both of you.
From: Jess
To: Travis
Well, I ain’t doin’ s**t for you!! LOL.
I don’t need to get ready for prom; no one asked me.
Doesn’t it? Doesn’t it?
Nothin’ to suck in this relationship . . .
I gotta go. School. Chase needs to stop texting, too, so . . .
Bye-bye, loser! smile
 airrelia · Mon Aug 23, 2010 @ 11:42pm · 0 Comments |
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