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Samantha and I really had nuffin' planned. She and I saw Taken and it was an awesome movie. Action-packed! How can the ******** He's Just Not that Into You be #1 against Taken? Seriously, FTW?

Ugh, Amerikaner sind hirntoten.

My ma was the 1 ta drive us 'round 'cause Samantha's truck was in the shop.
When my ma was about to take my friend home, she offered Taco Bell, so of course she stuck around.

We went back to my house, sitting ourselves on my bed after lunch.
Samantha introduced me to another ********' chat site!
That's why I haven't been on Gaia much. .-.

Once we got bored a' the site, Samantha gave me her recent ex boyfriend's cell number.
I began to text him random s**t.
I've kept the messages for the last 2 weeks DYING to type them up. I manually delete my other texts, but keep his and the 1s I sent him. They're so ******** funny!

I called him. No answer
Text from me: You're a Jew.
Me again: Text back! I'm eager!

Him: Who is this?

Me:It's Britney, b***h.
He obviously did not get the Britney Spears reference 'cause he texted Samantha later
asking if she had a friend named Britney. Oh god! He's retarded, I swear!

Him:Uh do i know you? And you don't have to call me that.

Me:I put steak as my wallpaper!

Uh i don't know you

Yeah, I slept with your recent ex-girlfriend.

Uh i haven't had a girl friend for 8 months and who are you talking about?

Are you sure? 'cause she likes it in the a**.
(Samantha made me type that)

Hm ok. Who are you talking about?

You aren't fun anymore.

Well maybe if you tell me who your talking about. And i don't even know you.

Actually, darling, we have met. I recall you have a big head.

lol thats funny you remember that about me. MosT of the time i.m joking when i say i.m good at something. lol

Excuse me? Good at what?

At anything. lol i didn't mean that in a diragotory way
(nice spelling)

Like soccer, right?

Oh lol well i know i.m good at soccer. Thats not being big headed when your actually good at something

I meant appearance, but whatevs.

Well hm i.m a little confused but oh well. So when did you meet me?

Last year. You were hitting on my girlfriend.

Haha sam? Are you the girl from her drama class. I think.

Hey, you dropped your balls.
*giggles while typing*

Don't changed the subject. Is that you or not?

Oh god! I'm getting cramps!
I seriously was! Samantha and I fell to the floor laughing!

Uh.

I just dodges 46 balls! They shook in my face!

Stop texting me.

Fine Princess Cakes, you aren't fun anyway.

Your being a d**k. Either tell me how you got my number or stop texting me.

God, I'll just play iCopter!

Love ya sugar!

Bye

I want the last response you c***e!

Hm no. Tell me how you got my number and i'll let you have the last response

(It's not that important, d**k, really.)

Damn.

Ok whatever. Bye

Sorry. It's just- I want the last word, like your virginity. Anyway, auf wiedersehn!

You need to grow up

Uh. What? Why wont you tell me how you got my number?

*clears out Sent and Inbox FINALLY*

I felt bad, so I stopped texting him.
Dammed guilty conscience!

The week afterwards Samantha randomely dropped by.
We hung out in my room again.
It was dark when she had pulled up.

We sat and talked.
She makes good company.

In the morning, I found myself saying "I love Samantha" only once in my head.
I started shouting over and over in my mind to cover up what had already been noted,
"AS A FRIEND, AS A FRIEND, AS A FRIEND!"

So I think I am inlove with my bestfriend.