YO! So i'm working on a new story. But I need someone to be Brendon's gal pal. The girl[or guy] plays an important role. So if you could please message me with what you sort of look like and your name, BAM! I can start my story. Kay. PEACE!

OHHHHH MEE!!!

aw no fair, she called it before me....can i be in the story anyway? i don't care about getting any of the guys (and almost every time i say that i get Spencer. its weird, but true) i just like being in stories!!

Unfortuanatly I said message me peeps. So my bestie[jk] Tiffany got it. I just realized she isn't in the first chapter, but whateva. I know she's in the next one. I might need more people. If i do, i'll ask later!


Things weren't... good at my house. It's a VERY long story that I'd rather not tell people. I've been at a... place for a couple years. And instead of living with my mom in Chicago, I'm living with my dad in Vegas. I like my dad WAY better than my mom. I actually am pissed at my mom of what she did. But i'd rather not tell that story...


“Grab your bags, I'll show you where your new room is.” My dad said leading me up the stairs. It was a plain white room with a bed and a vanity. I unpacked half of my stuff then went downstairs to get food.



“I'll be right back, I have to get milk.” My dad said trying to put a bunch of papers away that he was working on.



“I can get it.” I said.



“Well, there's a gas station right on the corner. Don't talk to strangers.” He said handing me ten dollars.



“Okay, and I won't take candy from strangers… Unless its skittles!” I said. He gave me a look and I left. I walked out the door and saw someone walk out of the house next door.



“I don't want to be Mormon!” He yelled and walked down the sidewalk, which was by me.



“Isn't Mormon worse than Catholic?” I asked.



“Yes it is.” He said. He had these chunky glasses on and a bowl head. I nodded my head.



“I've never seen you before.” He said.



“Oh, I'm moving in with my dad.”



“Where you from?”



“Chicago.”



“That's cool.” He said. I nodded my head.



“Where you going?”



“Gas station to pick up cow juice.”



“What?” He asked looking at me weird.



“Milk.”



“Oh, would you mind if I went with you, I don't want to be there.”



“Sure.” I said and we walked to the gas station to get milk. I later found out that Brendon was an interesting kid.



“We should hang out sometime.” I said and that's when it started. It was a month later and I was having a slumber party at Brendon's house.



“Yay!” Brendon said when he opened the door.



“Sleepover!” I said and we went down to his basement that was set up perfectly. He popped in Aladdin. He had this REALLY weird obsession with that movie. After watching it we turned off the lights and talked.



“Have you ever wanted to be a ballerina when you were little?” He asked randomly.



“Yes, I think every little girl goes through that stage.”



“Don't tell anyone, but I wanted to.”



“Really?”



“Yes.”



“I wanted to be an acrobat mostly.”



“Awesome.”



“I have a costume, it has a J on it. It's amazing.” I said laughing.



“Can I tell you a secret? You can't tell ANYONE though.” Brendon said.



“Of course.”



“Okay, I wear girl jeans.”



“I know.”



“What? How?”



“Um it's obvious.”



“Shit!” He said.



“It's okay.” I said.



“Can I tell you a secret?” I said.



“Yes.”



“You have to REALLY PROMISE not to tell anyone.”



“I promise.”



“Okay, so the reason I moved here was because I was forced to.”



“What do you mean?”



“Before I came here, I spent about a year in Rehab.”



“Are you serious?”



“I drank and did assortments of drugs. I was taken away and had to go to a clinic.”



“What about now?”



“Don't worry, I'm never going down that path again.”



“Thank God.” He said.



“Brendon?”



“Yeah?”



“You're my best friend.”



“You're my best friend, too.” He said. After more talking we fell asleep. A week later Brendon rang my doorbell.



“Yo.” I said.



“GUESS WHAT!” He said with a bad expression on his face.



“What?” I said scared.



“I have to go to summer camp.” He said.



“NO! What am I supposed to do this summer?” I said as he walked into my kitchen.



“I don't know! Save me!”



“What camp are you going to?”



“Some camp where teens are suppose to learn how to grow up!” He said disgusted.



“Eww.” I said.



“I know!” He said. Then my dad walked in.



“A camp where teens grow up huh? Jami you should go.” My dad said.



“HA FUNNY!” I said.



“I'm serious. Where's this camp?” He asked Brendon.



“Up in northern California.”



“How much is it?”



“About $1,200.”



“WOW THAT'S EXPENISIVE, I guess I can't go.” I said.



“It's cheaper than having you stick around here all summer.”



“You're kicking me out?” I asked.



“Nope. Just shipping you off.” He said smiling. He left the room.



“Ha ha.” Brendon said pointing.



“Shut up.” I said. That week I packed for the summer of hell.

a camp for teens to grow up would suck balls. anyhoo...nice story so far!

aww, they're ~besties. lol now you got me in the mood for using that word.
and lol a camp where you grow up. it's like forcing the kids in neverland to grow up.

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Originally posted by __justDANCE:
forcing the kids in neverland to grow up.

the only way you can do that is with a sledge hammer and a few acorns...

by why would you wanna make them grow up?! :O

it wasn't me! i just figured out HOW! using math, the internet, and vague references in various fairy tales.

and you might want to make them grow up if you wanted to have grown ups that could fly! cuz then they could take you to places (like concerts and stuff) without having to sit through traffic!

that's a good point haha. but they could not grow up and still fly me places.

if they could hold a happy thought and keep tink (or another fairy) around, then sure! have you actually read Peter Pan? Tink dies in the end....

nah, i've only seen the movies so far.

in the book Peter's kind of a jerk. and Hook dies cuz the clock in the crocodile ran out so it wasn't ticking anymore. and they were all betrayed by the fat kid, cuz he drank water and didn't live on imaginary food like the rest of them. and the mermaids were valley girls who were mean.

actually, the book isn't nearly as good of a fairy tale as the movies are...

aha, i seeee.

why did seeing you say that suddenly make me hyper? or was it something else that made me hyper? the word hyper amuses me...

and heeeeere's the random pic of the day!