"Finally home..." I heaved out. I slipped down into the couch, feeling like I could slip away. Then there's a knock. I go to answer it. Of course, Kendall. Does this kid ever go home?
"Uh, I need a ride home." He said. I frowned at him. "Don't you have one?" I asked, about to slam the door, but Kendall kept it opened. "Well, the deal was that I could come, if I could get a ride home." He said.
I rolled my eyes and sighed. "I only have a mopad." I said. Kendall shrugged. "Oh well."he said. Me and him, on a mopad? How is this going to work?
"I guess I'll ride on the back." He said. I reached over and grabbed my helmet. Luckily I had another one.
I tossed it at him. He strapped it on. I went out and jumped on it, while Kendall jumped on the back. There we went riding away.
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"Here we are." I said. Kendall handed me the helmet. "Uh, thanks." He said, awkwardly. I nodded and turned around and drove away. I just wanted far away from him as much as possible. I drove my way home, feeling a sense of relief.
I walked in my house and went upstairs and collapsed on my bed. "Finally..." I mumbled. I switched into my PJs and drifted away to sleep.
I had the weirdest dream. Kendall wouldn't stop following me anywhere I go. And everything I looked at him, he was making goo goo eyes at me. He wouldn't stop. And anything I did, like bumped into him, he would say sorry over and over. What the heck is wrong with me? Should I be checked out?
Like I said...weirdest dream. I stretch and looked at the mirror. I saw a beast blinking back at me. How in movies, when the girls wake up there hair is perfect and they stretch perfectly. It's weird. I'm the total opposite.
I combed through my nest that I called my hair and then threw it in a bun. I put on casual wear and went downstairs . I should dress lazily, because why not?
"Morning mom." I said, rushing to the kitchen. I grabbed a cup of orange juice and gulped it down. Mom smiled at me. "Someone seems peppy today." She said, washing dishes. I smiled at that.
"Nah, I guess I'm just awake this morning." I replied. I swung on the couch and sat back. My phone rang and I picked it up and checked it. A message appeared, from guess who...
Kendall. I looked at it, it read,
'Tutoring remember?' I rolled my eyes. When I wanted to relax in my comfy clothes all day. Jeez thanks!
'When are you coming over?' I sent.
'I wanted 2 go to the library' he sent as a reply. I bite my lip, remembering the last time. Maybe this time can't hurt? Hopefully, I won't regret my thoughts.
'Ok, see u there' I sent.
"Mom...I'm going to the library!!" I called out as I left out. Let's hope this isn't as bad as last time.
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Humor*CRINGE WARNING* This story was written when I was like 12, so I realize it sucks. "Your going to give me those points." He said. I crossed my arms. "Or what?" I asked. He looks around and didn't say anything. Embarrassing."That's what I thought."...
