angie's POV; ♥ later that night i sat on my bed with my phone out, texting michael. we were talking about everything under the stars. how much we'd failed on our last call of duty match was the most recent subject. "i'm cold :/" i sent him, curling up around my blankets. tonight was unusually chilly. or maybe it was just me? who knew... "aww... -hug- i keep you warm" he sent back. god, michael was such a cutie, over text message and in real life. how did i end up with him as my friend? i was too lucky. in fact, i'd gone over every moment i could remember from the last year trying to figure out what i did to to deserve the chance to meet a boy like him. i couldn't figure anything out. i wasn't perfect; but it seemed as though michael was. i sighed, curled up under the covers even more (if that was at all possible) and thought about what i was going to send as a reply. the more i thought, the more i wished that michael would be my birthday gift this year. afterall, my birtthday was only a week away...
michaels POV;♥ i sat on my couch playing video games and texting angie. i wondered what was running through her head after i sent her that last text message. i wondered if she knew how i felt about her. a bunch of my friends knew i liked her. in fact, i broke up with my last girlfriend in the hope of being with her. but angie probably only thought of me as a friend. i was always there for her when she need me and i had no intention of ever not being there. she meant way too much to me. i got another text message and paused my game. this time it was from my friend jordan. "hey, mikey." he had sent me. "yoh jordan. sup." i texted back. it took a few minutes for a new response, meanwhile, i had gotten a new message from angie. after i sent her a reply i got a new message from jordan. "michael i think i might like angela..." i almost dropped my cellphone. i watched as my xbox controller dropped to the floor. it almost seemed like it dropped in slow motion. crap, i thought, i can't let him like her too. i can't make her choose between us. what do i do? my mind raced. i heard my mom come up behid me, "mikey what'd you drop your controller for?" "nothing," i said. "just frustrated with the game." i picked the controller back up and pressed the start button again, restarting the game.
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btww i'm probably going to move back to my old account((:
inspired by maddie alexiss(: now i want to write a story, lmfao(: ♥ so here goes.
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my glasses fell of my face as i put my fender acoustic guitar down against a green wall in the music studio where i took lessons. Today i was recording a guitar part for a band program I was in. I grimaced and went to pick them up, but before I reached them another hand was already picking them up.
"i really need contacts" i said as i met the eyes of the person who was now holding my glasses in their hands. "i'm such a klutz." i stared at my glasses, wishing i hadn't dropped them.
"nah," michael anderson gave my glasses back to me, "not a big deal." he smiled and gave me a hug. i hugged him back, wishing it would never end. michael was my best friend, someone i knew i could always depend on. he was the type of person i could text until 2 in the morning, webcam with for hours. we always had something to talk about. we shared hugs and laughed together when i failed at call of duty zombies. too bad he didn't realize that i liked him. to be honest, i didn't really want to. but this crush was different. i could be myself around him and be totally fine. I didn't have to wear makeup around him or be the best dressed. he took me as i was and i was so grateful for that.
"what are you here for today?" i asked him. as far as i knew, he didn't have a band practice with his band (he was lead singer and a guitarist) and his guitar lessons were on tuesday. today was saturday. "just hanging around." he said, "my dad's here to talk to gordon." i smiled. gordon was our guitar teacher, and the owner of the music shop we both took lessons at. michael and i were both in bands that had been put together by gordon. we performed at basically all the same gigs, though our music styles were completely different. michael's band did covers of songs like "crazy train" and "waiting room", whereas my band was a country-rock band that performed my original music. at our last gig, we ended up hanging out on the back of michael's dads truck for two hours after we were both finished performing...
anyways... i tried to get my thoughts back on track and pay attention to michael, who was still talking about whatever his dad was doing with gordon. i tried to catch up, but i just ended up nodding and smiling. a moment later his dad called his name. he hugged me again and left the shop. "i'll text you," he said. "i'll be waiting," i smiled and hugged him goodbye. why did i never get to see him for very long?
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sorry xD i'm a little out of practice. hope you guys will read this.
we're u n f o r g e t t a b l e ♥ that was maah jaaayyummm last summer :P lol. i'm in canada now :/ i wanna go back to california. i think i'm going to go to my dad's parents house and film a couple acoustic covers for youtube in their cabin :DD cause they have like ten acres of land.
Holycrap i really should put my reading glasses on to use this computer. Daaangg the letters are HECKA tiny. DD: i have such bad eyesight it's not even funnyyy.
oh yeah. to my closest polyfriends, i have texting on my ipod, if you wanna like.. talk to me ask for my texting address(: