mY sTORY (Not real though. :)

November 2nd, Saturday

I'm sad. Me and Remy got in another fight. It was really horrible. I had tried out for the volleyball team and didn't get in. And then I called Remy and asked him to come over. He came over and I told him about what happened. He took one look at my tear-streaked face and said "You're sad about that?"

"Of course I'm sad!!"

"Why? It's just a stupid sport. You can try out for another one."

I'm one of those temperamental kind of people. So of course I blew up and called him a heartless pig. He snorted and called me a whiney baby and it blew up into this whole argument about how I'm so wimpy and weak and how he's so unsupportative and never takes my side. I swear, you'd think we were some old married couple or something. But we're not. He's my BEST friend and it sucks when we fight.

November 3rd, Sunday

Ding...DONG........

Okay who's awake at eight in the morning on a Sunday? Not me!! That's for sure. I'm at my crankiest in the morning. It's my least favorite time of the day.

DING..................DONG!!

Ok, Now the retard is leaning on the doorbell. Do they have a death wish or something??

"COMING!!" I said as I dragged myself out of bed.

I went to the door and opened it and was greeted with a handful of daisies, my favorite flower.

The hand holding the daisies lowered and revealed a face. Remy's face.

"Sorry." He flashed a mock-pout then smiled.

I took the daisies and stepped into his arms when he opened them. "I'm sorry too." I said and then pecked him on the cheek.

Remy is tall and lanky and looks a lot like Tajh Mowry. If Tajh Mowry had chocholate eyes and was Hawaiian. All in all, he's beutiful.