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[Snow™]

This is a book I've been working on...
Eh. It's alright so far I guess...

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==="You okay?" I asked, eyes wide with worry. Real worry, though, Henry Estevojo Sanchez, my for now boyfriend, couldn't see. It was a phone conversation. I heard a grunt. It basically meant, 'Affirmative, Ms. Girlfriend, who I haven't called or seen in two weeks.'
"Henry, I don't-"
"Bridget. I don't want to see you anymore." I heart Henry's voice blast through the phone. "Its over." Then I heard a click. I knew he'd hung up.===

I stopped breathing, stopped talking. I just stopped. I think that was the very moment my heart stopped beating. The moment that took my heart and emotions and crushed them into... uh... heart and emotion dust.
I stood up now, that weird feeling that climbs slowly through your veins overwhelming me. I stumbled, flopping back onto my bed. My nose and eyes were red, my face was blotchy. My stomach... felt oddly metallic. The metallic feeling- cold and bad tasting. Almost impossible to describe. If you've ever been sad enough to be 'clinicly depressed', you know the feeling.
I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. Sitting up, I did my best to keep my balance. I now stood, walking to my dresser in a sort of robotic way, stiff and jerky types of movements. I sat down on the stool, going through my regular morning routine. The joy was taken out of it, that's all.
I pulled my medium length dirty blonde hair out of the ponytail I put it in at night and brushed out the tangles. Light brown eyes blinked at me from my slightly tanned face as I stared at myself. I liked what I saw... Slender face, angeled features. Straight white teeth.
So what did Henry dislike about it all?
I cried so hard last night. It didn't feel like I had slept at all. My nose was sore, I had given myself a cold from crying so hard. I'd begged my mom last night to let me stay home. It was a friday- It wouldn't matter. But she said that if I didn't show at school, it would only be letting Henry win. While I didn't quite understand what she meant by that, I didn't really want Henry to win anything, so I went to school... And from there, I started to pick the pieces of my heart back up.

CHAPTER UNO. =SONG: MOAN-CIWWAF.=
"Bridge! Hey. Bridget. Wake up."
My eyes opened, to focus on my mother's heavily makeupped face. "Time for school." She sung, still hovering over my face. For fear of my mom's makeup sprinkling into my eyes, I rolled off the bed, stumbling up and moaning words that really... weren't at all in the dictionary.
"I'll make you breakfast!" My mom said, still in the happy, super fuckin' annoying singsong voice. She was always like that, especially since Henry and I split. That was a week ago, and since then, she's been convinced me and this really rich dude named Evan and I were soulmates.
Evan Cards was one of her friend's sons.
Don't get me wrong- my mom and I are pretty close. She's the cool kinda mom. Listens to awesome music and pretty much lets me do whatever. Concerts, parties, boys with the door closed. I've never betrayed her trust... though I got alot of pressure from Henry about the BOOMBOOM stuff. You know. Sex.
He'd always try to get into my pants... I really didn't understand why. Sure. Yeah. I have a vagina. Probably a tight one, since I'm a virgin. I mean, come on. Masturbation can be just as good... even better. So I really did not know what was so special about my vagina. I guess he just wanted to do me. Take my virginity.
As if he hadn't taken enough. First kiss... first long time boyfriend... possibly first love.
And of course, first real hate. I hated him with everything in me. He was a total jerk face, and I still liked him. I'm a stupid face and he's a jerk face and everyone else is some sorta face.
Anyways. As I was saying, I was a good girl most of the time. It was just me and mom in the house, mostly. My dad was always off on monthlong buisness trips, being home for maybe a whole month a year... and these were scattered days and weeks that he were home, not a whole month of him constantly being home. Mom didn't care, though.
She thought sometimes he cheated on her. But again. She didn't care. Mom had her needs, alright. But a man was not one of them.

I walked to my stereo, turning it on and hooking my iPod up to it. I selected Jump Cables and Candy Hearts' new album, turning it up, but keeping it quiet enough to where I could hear Mom yelling... or a bomb go off across the street... whatever. It was loud.
I turned to my closet, undressing, standing in my pretty pink and black underwear and matching bra. I grabbed a shirt- it was gray, with the band name, of course, Jump Cables and Candy hearts in pink and white letters outlined in black. Along the bottom hem of the shirt was a list of the members of the band.
'Daniel Sanchez [leadvocal] Callie Verale [backgroundvocal] Lauren Verale [violin] Gerbil Ringer [guitar] Mick Galvoney aka Bologna [drums].'
I knew all of them. They'd gone to my middle school, but applied for this fancy art school last year, and they all went there now, furthering their skills. I had dated Bologna for the longest time, but it was only an eighth grade hold hands and peck cheeks type of thing. Callie was dating him now.
I slipped it on, then found my signature jeans, having to bend down and display my butt to the world to retrieve them. I pulled those on with some difficulty- I tripped and fell like an idiot on the first try. After I'd dressed myself, walking away from the closet rubbing my elbow and limping ever so slightly due to a strike to the knee, I made my way to my dresser again, grabbing my thirtyodd rubber bangles and slipping them on, along with my bike chain bracelet. I clipped my rainbow studded cuff onto my other wrist.
When I had fixed my bracelets, I reached over to grab my shot bead necklace, realizing I had left it on all night. I fixed it, then turned around in time to hear a meow and see two of my five cats come running into my bedroom. They pounced onto my bed, rolling around in it like the stupidfaces they were.
I walked over to my bed, picking up the one closest to me and rubbing it's head and tummy. It was Moo, my oldest boy. He was small though, black and white like a cow. Hence the name- Moo.
The other cat was a calico, a girl. Her name was Callie. She was my favorite, other than Pixel, her daughter. Anyways, I had five cats.
Callie, Moo, Pixel, Salem, and Freak. Pixel and Salem were running up the stairs now. Freak was probably loping up on his own time. Pixel thought I was her mommy, Salem just liked me cause I fed her and pet her when my best friend Wednesday wasn't here.
Pixel is very pretty- she's basically peppered with every color a cat could be. Dark brown, black, white, reddish brown, orange, tan, gray. It may sound ugly but she had been put together so that it looked gorgeous. She had amazing green eyes, as well.
Salem, who was more Wednesday's cat than mine, was a the deepest black, with pure yellow eyes. She was elegant, and classy. Wednesday had come over, and she got to watch the very last cat come out of Callie- and she fell in love with her. She'd picked up the wet little thing,
And on that spot, named it Salem. And since then, Salem hasn't liked anyone but her. Wed was just waiting for her parents to agree to let her keep it, on top of her bird and the family's three dogs. I was just Salem's caretaker until she could move in with her Weddie.
Freak walked in now, looking up at me and giving me a deep meow.
Freak... was a freak. Ryan Michael Sanders, Weddie's boyfriend, named him. He's an albino cat- just like his mom's mummy. Pure white fur, delicate pink skin, and lighter than light blue eyes. He had a seventy percent chance of being blind, but somehow, he'd pulled through. His only defect was his easily burned sun. So he had to stay indoors at all times.
He was the only male of the three kittens, which set him apart even more. Plus, he only liked me, Weddie, and Ryan. He spat and hissed at everyone else.
"BRIDGE! Wednesday is here!" My mom screamed at me, which meant my best friend was about to come running through my doorway any second now.
"It's Monday, mother." I corrected her, joking. I screamed as Weddie hurled herself at me, suddenly jumping out of no where, tackling me so that we fell back onto my bed. I pushed her off of me, giggling.
It was easy, considering as how she's light as a feather. She's super skinny, and super beautiful. But she's also really strong. She was one of those girls that could eat and eat and eat and never gain any weight at all.
She also has these amazing hazel eyes. Like, not normal hazel. They were green with flecks of gold and light brown around the outside and along the inside of the iris. The best name for the shade of green her eyes were is Poison Green. Pretty amazing, no?
She also has medium length dirty blonde hair. But hers is much lighter than mine. Much more blonde. More like caramel than blonde. It's wavy, but she likes to straighten it. Looks much better wavy.
She caught Salem, nuzzling her nose with Salem's, cooing random things in German.
"_____"
"Ahem." I interupted her.
"Oh. Yeah?" She giggled, putting Salem down.
"When's Ryan coming over? First day of school." I was sitting up now, but I threw myself down, laughing as Freak freaked out, jumping over my
face and racing into my closet.
We all met at my house on Mondays... and every day of the week during the first week of school. Then we met at Ryan's the rest of the weeks,
except this one. Henry used to meet us too, Ryan and Wed would make out and then me and Henry. But then me and Henry broke up...
So I told Wed that no one would be making out.
"I-" Weddie was cut off.
"Wednesday! Bridget! Ryan's here! He's eating... And almost done..." My mom's voice was slightly shocked sounding. Weddie and I raced downstairs, she beat me to him. She pecked him on his cheek, which was full of pancake.
"Piggie." She tsked, grabbing a plate for herself. I'd already filled mine up while she was poking Ryan's cheek, trying to make food come out. I sat down across from him, and she sat down next to him. We ate, mostly talking about what it's gonna be like as sophmores.
"I can call Kimmy a fish." I giggled, thinking of my friend who was starting highschool today.
"That you can. And no one can call me a pickle. Or a fish." Ryan said through some sausage. His hair was in his face. Silkier than mine or Wed's, and shoulder length. He was pale, not too pale. Tanner than Weddie, of course. Then again, who isn't tanner than Weddie? Other than Freak,of course.
He had pretty eyes- Gray like a storm cloud, and as deep as one too. He was lean, but had some muscle. Wed boasted about his six pack all the time. Though it wasn't that noticeable. He was crazy, funny. At first, you'd think he was a withdrawn type of guy. But he's funny as hell.
I'd liked him before him and Wed had started dating. But I pushed Weddie to pursue him anyways. After all, he liked her. Not me.
And they were the best couple ever, now. Really cute. Pretty awesome. Weddie could get someone much hotter, though. But she'd chosen him.
I didn't blame her.

"Okay. Done." We all said eventually. Mom took our plates and washed them, and we ran upstairs to gather our things. Weddie's bag was on the floor, a black messenger bag. Mine was a backpack, but it was fancyish. Black with rainbows here and there. I had all my stuff in it, minus my books. Those were already in my locker. I'd gone to Fish Camp to help out and I'd gotten everything issued early.
We went back down, and Ryan got his back, a regular mesh bag, black. Black was kindof a thing.
We all walked outside, shouting bye to the cats and my mom, and walking to the end of the block to catch the bus. Henry was already there.
I froze in my tracks, and clung to Weddie's shoulder. She pulled me along wordlessly, and Ryan and Weddie, when we got to the stop, stood between me and Henry.
"Hey Rye." Henry greeted Ryan. I only heard this. Ryan turned to him, still not letting Henry see me, or the other way around.
"Fuck off assface."
This made Weddie hold his hand tighter, quietly praising him.
"What did you just say?" Henry's voice sounded angry. Ryan broke Weddie's hold, backing into me, so that I stumbled backwards. Weddie caught me in time.
"Do I have to say it slowly for you since you're so retarded?" Ryan's face was glowing, his smile more of a lopsided grin. But before Henry could say anything, Weddie's fist had smashed into his face, and he fell backwards, onto the concrete. I heard the impact, though I'm sure his backpack took most of it.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that, you jerk." Wed's voice was hard, and I'm sure her face was even harder. Henry got up, and without another word, limped off, to the next stop no doubt. I turned to Weddie, and flung my arms around her, my tears already rolling.
"I love you." I cracked a smile, laughing nervously.
"Aw, Bridge. I wanted to do that so bad. Seriously." Wed laughed as well. I then turned around to hug Ryan, who I guess, was still trying to assemble his thoughts.
"Thanks for telling him off." I wasn't crying anymore- Ryan wasn't amazing enough for tears.
"No prob, Bridgester."
"FAIL." I broke the hug and backed away.
He made a face at me as the bus pulled up, and jumped on, cutting me off. I got on, Weddie following me, and we all sat in the back. Ryan in the one seater, and Weddie and I in the seat next to it. We did this every morning. We were the first stop, so no one could give us crap.
Henry missed the bus- We'd passed him on our way to the next stop, and we cheered the bus driver not to wait for him. He didn't. He closed the door right when Henry was next to it, and stepped on it. We had a good laugh at this.
"Its a great first day already." I laughed.

[Snow™]

CHAPTER TWO -SONG: We used to be friends-

"Today is the worst day ever!" I moaned, slamming my face into my new desk. A couple students looked at me like I was mad. I didn't really care. I mean, come on! Worst day ever! I only had two classes with Weddie, and I had 3 with Ryan. Unbelievable.
We figured this out a little too late, of course. I had first period, English, with Mr. Ractson, all alone. I didn't really know anyone. Nobody I ever talked to anyways. Henry wasn't in here, which made the day like five billion times better.
But still! Ugh. I looked around, catching the eyes of a couple people. One of them was a guy I couldn't help but think was cute. He was tall, leanish. He had floppy brown hair, a wonderful lopsided grin, and the brightest green eyes I've ever seen in my life.
He stood up, walking over and sitting in the empty desk next to me. Of course, I'd forgotten about him and I was remembering how horrid today would be, and I was hitting my face against my desk again.
"Watch out, you might break the table." I heard a voice, but I didn't know it was him.
"If I break the desk will I be able to like. I don't know." I stopped, exsasperated. I looked up to see him, and I felt the burning blush creep up my back and hit my scalp, making it tingle.
"Well, if you break the desk you won't really have anywhere to sit." He laughed.
I picked up my head, looking around. The room was filled. No extras. No empty chairs.
"Looks like I'm stuck next to the head banger." He made his voice sound exhausted. I stuck my tongue out at him.
"I don't always hit my head against my desk." I said, rolling my eyes. Mymy, this guy was haughty. No. Not spelled that way. He was A HOTTIE. Dimples and everything.
I was thinking, Well. I won't hit my desk anymore as long as you save me from boredom. It sounded okay in my head but I knew better. I might drool while I say it.
He laughed, "That's good to know. The name's Michael."
I grinned, nodding. "Bridget. Everyone calls me Bridge... Most of the time." I almost added that Ryan's middle name was Michael. But I didn't... it would sound like HEHEHWHATASIMILARITY. Like... I was crushing on him...
Of course, I was. I mean, come ON. Gorgeous. Wait.
Total asshole, I bet.
"My dad owns the Animal Shelter... I remember you. Couple years ago. I helped you pick out Moo." He looked like he was really enjoying this memory.
I remembered too!
"Aww, you're not a total asshole." I blurted, then my eyes flew wide. "I mean, I remember that too. Michael Ridgeway, huh?"
"I'll act like I didn't hear that," His face was straight, but his eyes were dancing with amusement. What a dorkface. "And yes, Michael Ridgeway."
"I blurt out stuff, when I'm nervous. I don't really know anyone in here. And I probably won't know anyone in my other classes. I only have my best friend for two, and my other best friend, her boyfriend, for three." I explained.
"That kinda makes sense. Don't see why you're nervous. Everyone in here knows you. Well, your name at least. You dated Henry Sanchez." He obviously didn't know what happened.
"Past tense." I said, my voice colder than I willed it to be. "Bad ending."
He knew how to handle this, cause he merely shrugged. "Aren't they all?"
And then the teacher walked in. He introduced himself, and I could tell I'd like him. He was a tall, portly man. A shock of curly black hair lay on his head, and he had a mustache to boot.
"I'm Mr. Ractson, and I do not fool around. This is English Two Pre-Ap. You took it, you're staying in it, no complaints." He barked. Then he winked.
"Just kiddin'. I'm Mr. R. I fool around, and its okay if you can't handle the fast lane."
I was smiling, and as soon as he saw it he seemed to lighten up even more.
"Lets all introduce ourselves. Starting with the smilin' lady in the back. Come on up to the front. This is a grade." He pointed at me, then sat at his desk. I didn't catch any eyes as I walked up.
This type of thing never embarassed me, but the silence before hand made me uneasy.
"Hey. I'm Bridget Bella Rivers. You can call me Bridge. I guess most of you know me. Well, that's what someone told me. But how you know me isn't really me anymore. So all you really know is a name. To sum myself up, I like cats. I have five. And I'm not crazy. My best friend is Wednesday Patridge, and my other best friend is Ryan Sanders. I live with my mom, ride the bus to and from here, and I lead a pretty fun life. So... hello."
I said, hands in my pockets, eyes catching everyone else's eyes. I lingered on Michael, who was sitting back in his chair, arms crossed. When I was done, people clapped, but someone stood up and said something.
"When you said we don't know you anymore, do you mean that you two split?" How blunt, I hated this chick already.
"Yes." My voice was cold, and I went to sit down. The teacher looked confused, but he told Michael to go up next. Full attention, Bridge.
"Hey everyone. Name's Michael Ridgeway. I work at the animal shelter with my dad on weekends. I've seen some of you there before. Either dropping off or picking up animals."
He grinned, straight at me, then continued to look around. But he wasn't making very good eye contact. I was so studying him.
"The only person I know in here is Bridge, I guess. And like she said, I only know her name." He was a clown, he was.
"My best friends... I have tons. But I guess my three best friends are Rubes Alcarz, Garrett Ires, and my dog, Jelly. Just kidding. My lifetime bud Samuel Praul." He made the whole class laugh.
"I skate, I draw, and I watch movies and stuff my face. That's basically all I do, but I manage to somehow make it look good." He laughed now, then bowed. I clapped, but silently. I didn't look at him when he sat down, and he didn't look at me.
The rest of the introductions went by quickly. I felt my phone vibrate, but I didn't check it until everyone was done, and the teacher was writing something on the board. I checked my phone, and saw it was from Weddie.
"=[" I almost laughed. Then I had a phone shoved into my face. I looked at it, seeing Bridge typed in under the name slot, and the cursor was blinking at MOBILE#.
I looked up at Michael, and rolled my eyes, taking the phone and punching my number into it. He took his phone and mine, putting his name and number in my phone, closing it, and handing it back.
Then the teacher started talking. I listened intently, as he explained the rules of his classroom.
"All I ask is that you not talk while I talk... blah...blah....blah." He droned on.
When he was done, he announced we could talk the rest of the hour. HOUR.
I had to check my phone, it vibrated sixteen billion times.
Only two, actually. One from Weddie, one from Ryan.
"Ryan is sad."
"I'm sad."
I shook my head, replying to Ryan. "Why?"
Then looked up to Michael, who was watching me. "Nosey boy." I teased.
"I wasn't reading, just watching you," he explained, "You text fast. It made me dizzy."
This made me laugh, but I kept it quiet. "Well, I have to. If I don't someone will explode."
"And why is this?"
"Because if I'm not fast, then I'm slow, then they'll die of anticipation."
"Makes sense." He admitted, then looked at me quizzically again.
"Why did you and Henry break up?" He asked.
I looked away for a moment, and then I looked back at him. "I don't really know. He broke up with me over the phone... Hung up. Haven't talked to him since."
I saw his face fall. "I hated him before this. Now I kinda hate him more." He smiled halfheartedly, then started to text. I felt my own phone.
"Only three classes. How's it for you?"
"Total hottie. =D Anyways. He's a great guy so far. Really nice." I texted back.
Thank God, Michael was still texting. I put my phone away, feeling weird, then looked around the room. Bluntface was talking to her probably bluntface friends. There was one girl who was reading, and a couple guys were making dirty jokes.
I was glad Michael had sat down next to me. I had the most horrible thought ever, just then. He must be gay. And now,
I really, really, really wanted to ask him... But I knew I couldn't.
"Are you gay?" Holy flaming crap muffins... I just did.
"What?" Michael seemed more amused than offended. "You think I'm gay?"
"Well... I don't know." I sighed, looking at my desk threateningly. Like I was saying I'll get you later, Mr. Desk.
"I'm totally into girls," He seemed sarcastic, and I guess the panic showed on my face. "Kidding. I actually do like girls. Totally straight. I promise."
I sighed, "Okay."
"Why do you ask?" He seemed to think this was a very important question.
"Because Ryan is a homophobe." Lie. "And I want you to meet him and Weddie." Truth.
"Okay then." He laughed, shaking his head, and texting.
Ryan texted me just then, too.
"Who? Tell me. Now."
"Michael Ridgeway."
I looked up to see that Michael was getting something out of his backpack. It looked like... a pen.
I glanced at him, and he caught my eye.
"Bored. Gonna click it and annoy the fuck out of Rache." He said Rache like... Rai-ch. "She hates it. And me."
He looked to Bluntface.
"Bluntface." I sighed. He looked at me like I was crazy, crossed his eyes, then proceeded to click his pen. But he was staring at me.
"Periphrials... fricking... rock."
This made me laugh. I shook my head, opening my phone to read Ryan's newest text.
"Wed nearly squirted her shake out of her nose. She said "HOTTEST HOTTIE IN THE FUCKIN WORLD.""
"Rofl. He's funny too."
I closed my phone, and saw that Michael was still staring at me.
"What is she doing?" I asked him, talking about Rachel, who was Bluntface to me.
"Shifting her weight, and glancing at me." He said, his face still looking bored. I wondered if I could make him laugh, when he was trying to be serious.
"What do you call a flying turtle?" I asked him.
"What?" He looked confused for a second.
"Shellicopter." I yawned. He burst out laughing, dropping his pen and putting his face on his desk, putting his arms around his face.
I picked up his pen, and stared at him until he came up for air. His face was red, but serious.
"I love you." He laughed.
I LOVE YOU TOO OMFGLETSGETMARRIED.
"Everyone does." I grinned.
The bell rang.
--
Lunch! I survived second because Ryan was in there, and I caught him up on everything Michael. He said that Mike was awesome cause he had the same middle name as him.
I said he was stupid.
I was sitting with Weddie and Ryan when I felt someone's chin rest on my head. "I'd appreciate it if you alerted me before raping my head with your chin."
I heard the most beautiful laugh ever, then felt him sit next to me, oh so close. Ryan and Wed were across from me, so this was totally and completely perfect.
"Turns out none of my friends have the same lunch." Michael looked at me, and rolled his eyes, before looked to Wed and Ryan. Weddie was orgasming or something.
Her face was like, this dumb ecstasy look.
"Michael, Ryan. Ryan, Michael. Michael, Wednesday, Weddie, Michael." I introduced them all.
Nice to meet yous were passed around before we all dug into our lunches, making idle chitchat.
I regreted the glance around the lunchroom, cause I saw Bluntface hanging all over Henry, flipping her red hair and batting her stupid red eyelashes at him.
I turned back to my lunch, jaw set, grasping my fork.
"Hey. Look. A hoe." Weddie caught sight of what made me so angry.
"You're right. She is a hoe." Michael looked at Bluntface, shaking his head.
"Why do you hate her?" I asked, turning to him.
"Cause I dated her." His voice matched mine when I told him about Henry. He looked down at his lunch and we were all quiet.
I leaned over, and bumped his shoulder with mine.
"She's poop." I said quietly, and he gave me a beautiful lopsided smile, leaning over and whispering into my ear.
"So is Henry. But you gotta move on. It's life... hurts like hell but you'll make it." He pulled away, slowly, pausing when our lips were aligned, to the side, turning his head slightly towards me.
Then he pulled all the way away, but our eyes stayed locked onto each other. I was trying to figure him out.
There was no way all this was happening this fast. This only happened in stories! In dreams!
"BRIDGE!" Someone boomed, laughing.
"OH MY GOD!" I burst, breaking my stare and jumping straight into the arms of Roger Erven.
"Hey behbeh." He laughed, picking me up and swinging me around. "What it do?"
Roger is this huge football dude, with gelled floppy hair, dark brown eyes, and a tan complection.
I was laughing, truely happy to see Roger even if he had interupted what was possibly the most intense moment of my entire life.
Other than the time I saw Barney. In person, and shit myself.
"I missed you. You never called me stupid face." I punched his tummy. He merely shrugged.
"Mexico." He said simply. Someone yelled his name, and he messed up my hair, and put me down, kissing my forehead and running to them, laughing loudly. I sat back down, grinning.
"Hey..." My face fell as I realized Michael was missing.
"Relax. I just went to dump all our trash." He said as he seated himself next to me again, pressing his side against mine. I shook my head.
"You scared me, there." I told him. He gave me a gorgeous puppy dog face, and then he said the single most amazing thing I've ever heard in my life.
"I'll never leave you again, Bridget Bella Rivers. I'll only leave you if I absolutely must, and I'll tell you when I do. I swear on my life." He was looking straight into my eyes, and it seemed like he had like... laser visions that were piercing my organs and burning into my heart and totally melting it. I couldn't say anything- all my air rushed to my throat.
"That was the sweetest thing I've ever heard in my entire life. And you better not be lying to her." Weddie was still orgasming.
"Yeah. She's been hurt enough. I'll kill you so hard you'll die to death." Ryan added, making everything stupid. I turned to look at Ryan like, why in the world are you even alive, then I looked back to Michael.
"Are you serious?" I asked, my heart skipping again and the air going into the throat and making me sound strangled.
"Dead." He sounded clear. Ugh. Clear face.
I didn't have anything to say...
"Do you ride the bus home?" Weddie asked, finally getting over her orgasm.
"Yes. 45... I think. Yeah. Last stop." Michael said thoughtfully.
"We ride that bus too. What house do you live in?" She asked, saving my butt. I was too busy regaining my life. It had kinda left me and starting stripping and being stupid in the air and stuff.
"That's right next to me. Which is across from Bridge three houses down." She grinned, looking at me. "But why don't you ride it in the morning?"
"I do sometimes. But my mom wanted me to get a ride with her... She's such a mom." He laughed.
"Well, she is a mom." I pointed out, being stupid. I'd just regained my life, of course I was gonna be stupid for a while. I mean, my brain was dead for at least two minutes there.
"What's your next class, Michael?" Ryan asked, beating me to the question. The bell was about to ring.
"Algebra two." He sighed.
"We have Geometry. Our teachers forced us to take advanced math classes in middle school so now we have to stick with it." I explained, shaking my head.
"Well, all the math classes are right next door-" RIIIINNNNGGGGG "So I'll walk you. I'm keeping my promise." He grinned, pushing himself tightly against me as we both stood up. It was hard to walk, so we decided against this. So he linked arms with me, but it was loose. A friend arm link. Which was a little like a hand hold. But he did hug me goodbye. Such a great hugger... He might have been blushing when he pulled away but he winked, and ducked into the classroom so fast I didn't have time to see for sure...
This was really going super fast...
I didn't trust it.

[Snow™]

Chapter Tres::
"Whatevawhateva." I shook my head, laughing at Michael. He kept poking my stomach and telling me lame jokes, and Weddie and Ryan were making out, cause I wasn't paying attention. Well, I noticed their kissing, but whenever I tried to yell at them Michael would tickle my tummy or poke it and make me jump.
"You're so funny." He laughed, poking me again, causing me to squeak. We were at my house. He had me trapped in a corner, tickling me to death, and I was near tears, I was laughing so hard. This was a week after I met him.
He didn't break his promise. In fact, it would be hard to break a promise like that, considering the only classes I didn't have with him were Algebra and Homeroom. And homeroom was on Friday afternoons... Somehow though, he was always outside the door. Now we were to the point where we held hands. Nobody asked if we were a couple, I guess they all assumed we were. But we weren't. We just... Had a promise. It's normal. Well, to us. Weddie knew I enjoyed it, and Ryan was... Ryan. He knew it too, but he didn't care, cause we WEREN'T together. Ryan thought that as long as we weren't, I couldn't get hurt that bad. Which was wrong.
"What do you call a flying whale?" He tickled me again. I shook my head.
"I... stop it! I don't know." I giggled.
"A blimp."
I fell forth into his arms, laughing so

hard I couldn't really stand. I wasn't laughing just to be ditzy, this guy was really funny. And he kept tickling me. I'm sure my face was ugly and red but he seemed to be enjoying the fact that he could make me laugh.
"I love you." I breathed, shoving him away from the corner so I could escape. My mom was away playing Bridge with her friends, so I ran out of my room and downstairs. He came right after me, and caught up, wrapping his arms around me and tsking.
"You're so slow." He told me, putting his chin on my shoulder and squeezing his arms around me.
"Well, you're too fast!" I complained, struggling. "Lemme goooo." I squealed as he blew on my ear, causing me to squirm.
He must be like, a fricking professional tickler.
He seemed to be thinking, because he stopped. He walked me outside, still holding on to me.
"I have to go home now. It's a school night." He was right. It was getting dark. Must have been eight or something.
"Do you haaaave to?" I pouted, though I doubted he could see it.
"Yes. If you want to see me alive tomorrow." He laughed, letting go of me, but moving so that his arm was around my shoulder.
I sighed, it was a long sigh that took a very long time to come all the way out.
"Done yet?" He asked.

"Yeah." I gave him a small smile. For some reason, my face burned. He looked so pretty in the sun, all golden.
"You look crispy." I laughed. He looked at me like he had when I called Rai-ch Bluntface.
"You look... amazingly wonderful." He winked. "Absolutely beautiful."
"Don't say it unless you mean it." Suddenly I was all seriousness, looking up at him. The sun was striking his eyes, making the green in them even more pretty.
"I mean it. Really, Bridge. I really and completely do." His voice was soft. I didn't blush now, I was kinda used to him talking like that. He did it all the time when he realized I blushed at it. "Why would you say that? You know I'm serious when I compliment you."
I blushed now. In all truth, I didn't want to give into him then get hurt. I didn't want to give everything to this wonderful beautiful boy, then get hurt. And I'd just met him a week ago. I guess that didn't matter to him cause he leaned in now, going to kiss my cheek like usual, but he stopped, lingering like that day at lunch.
"And I'm serious when I say I love you." He smiled, and turned his head, leaning back a little. His lips found mine, in what was possibly the most breathtaking peck of my life.
He didn't wait or linger to see my reaction, he just kinda stiffly jogged off, as if he were afraid I would react badly to it. It took a while

for me to get all the feeling in my legs and arms, and I walked inside, finally breathing when I got inside.
NOT FINISHED