Ohh myy gosh.
"Transfer school?!" I asked(there goes my newsletter assignment,which,not to mention - freaked Be and Dame out), putting the mug on the dining table."Wait! Before you go moron, it's my fault - not mum's." Adam said defensively. He stood up and pushed me to sit on the couch opposite theirs. "Okay, uhm - my friends, or uhm, classmates? They're picking on me. And it's becoming worse. I can't tell you what they've teased me about but it's something true."Something true?, I wondered. "If it's something true,it's not really considered teasing. It's a fact." I defended. My point, I hope, was sensible. "And mum, do you know what it is?"She shook her head. She doesn't know what it is about?
Then why is she on his side?!
This is unlike mum, or ANY other mums. No mums transfer their son's school because some people teased him of something he's done. It's a learning process!"Whatever," I shot back to mum and Adam,"I wanna stay. It's my school and this whole thing, it's your problem. You're doomed and you don't wanna stay, fine - change. But this school, it makes me feel like home. I mean, for once, I'm in the newsletter board. I've wanted that badly enough to change school.Plus, my friends. I can't leave them."Adam kept quiet, so did mum. Dad came for the rescue. "Can I talk to you, darling?" He asked Mum. Mum just nodded her head and followed him into their room. Whatever it was that they're talking, I don't wanna know."What did they tease you about?" I asked Adam, standing up to face him. He scratched his head. "Err...well, I'll tell you when you transfer to school."I gave him a 'pfft'. If he thought bribing me this way to find out what he'd done, it's worthless. "Don't count on bribing,bro. It's NOT working. I'd rather not know."* * * *After I ran up to my room, feeling frustrated and treated unfairly, I called Bebe up. Then I hesitated. Why ruin Bebe's mood? Or Dame's? Today's a party mood. For Dame. No. I can't tell them, yet.I glanced at the radio clock beside my bed. My bedroom was painted with purple streaks. I had a tiny night lamp beside my bed with the clock. The table was attached to my bed, so you could obviously tell it wasn't huge.But it was cozy. I had posters hanging on the walls. But the tape was MAGIC TAPE, the tape that doesn't turn yellow after some time. And the posters are all my fave artists and actors. And of course Dame, Bebe and I. We're completely the threesomes. So really, If i were to change schools, it'd be horrifying.HORRIFYING.I better get ready for the next party tonight. It's gonna be placed in Bebe's house, since Be has a bigger one. My job is to:
Get dress and look chic.
Call Bebe to inform her I'm ready.
Call Dame and ask him to fetch me to Bebe's house for an all-girls-night sleepover. You know,so he wouldn't end up jealous and ask why he wasn't invited.
If he asked me why I didn't have a transport, I'd tell him my family's migrated to Greenland.
He would laugh and forget about the question.
He would enter the house and we'd surprise him.
I don't know what's next.So I did as what my mental plan was told. I got into my PJs, to give Dame the thought that I was really sleeping over. And I packed another bag for my M&D's shirt Dame got me,which stood for 'Me & Dame'. It's really chic, black and bejeweled, and of course, a skirt. I cannot go parties without a skirt, if I wore pants, I would EXPECTEDLY dirty it. It's the wear-pants-to-parties curse. A skirt with a belt. Yeah, and I was done. I poked in some dangling earrings that weren't too long in case someone went and pull it, making it bleed. For Love's Sake, Please No.And then I called Bebe and told her I was ready. I walked out of the door and peeked through my parents' room's door, it was locked so I decided to go without telling them. Adam can explain. I mean,I was angry. And outside the house door, I called Dame to pick me up to Bebe's house which only rose up the EXPECTED questions as to why my parents' weren't picking me up and how come he wasn't invited to tag along."Oh Dame," I said,"My family's migrated to Greenland." He shouted out a laugh that was so deafening I thought my ears would burst. "And it's an all-girls-sleepover." I replied."Oh alright. Be there in 5 or so."* * * *When I jumped into the car, I acknowledged Mr. Edwards - Dame's Dad. He looked at me as if I were mentally retarded or I've had some screws untightened in my head. AND THEN HE LAUGHED! PARENTS WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO LAUGH AT THEIR'S SON'S FRIEND'S PJs! THAT'S WRONG!I rolled my eyes. "Just get me there." He laughed louder, then turned on the ignition. Mr. Edwards was chubby and plump. And he doesn't take things seriously, like MY dad. So when you say something harsh which wasn't supposed to be harsh, he just laughs. "Nice PJs." Dame blurted. He giggled,too.It's a good thing Dame knew how to dress like a rocker every time. So you know, even if he had a surprise party, you won't be able to see him wearing something really ugly and tattered. "Yeah yeah, Dame. You looking very fly." I commented, rolling my eyes.After 15 minutes in the car, we finally reached Bebe's gigantic,white creamed bungalow. (which to me,looked like a mansion.)"Whoooa." I can NEVER get tired of being fascinated. I mean, who could?! I said thanks to Mr. Edwards and dragged Dame along to the front door. I could hear Mr.Edwards in the background shouting, "Hey that's my son! He's not coming for your all-girls sleepover! Let him go!""Nahhh." I whispered. After a few knocks, with Dame looking at me as if I were gender blind, I let him go. I positioned him in front of the door to really give him the 'OMG' feeling. "This isn't some prank, right?" he asked."You'll see."And at THAT moment, the door opened with a loud thud followed by, "SURPRISE!!!" from Bebe and our other classmates. That's when Mr. Edwards voice wasn't heard anymore. So I guess when he knew that, he left. "OH MY GOSHH!" Dame exclaimed, putting his hands on his mouth. He could be SUCH a girl."Oh my goshh!" I imitated him, which only made him red on the face. I laughed and he suddenly hugged me. "HA-Haaaa...urr?" my voice trailing off. I nudged him off. "Dude, get a grip! You're a guy!" I smiled.He smiled sheepishly. "Too carried away."* * * *Bebe planned it so well! I mean, I've done the things hanging up on the wall, but she's done way much and way better.She sticked Dame's big picture on the walls. And every corner it was just OUR picture. It made tears well up in my eyes."I hope you don't mind that we're in it." Bebe blushed. "I just wanted the celebration of not only your birthday, but our friendship."
He gave us the 'Are you kidding me' look and shook his head, "Unbelievable." He looked up and down. And a song played in the background. It was as if this was an undiscovered island that he JUST discovered. A song of accomplishment.We ended up laughing. Then someone from our class changed the song to Dame's fave artist, Jesse McCartney. "WHOO," he shouted. I went into the toilet and change into the tank Dame brought me. Today, we are REALLY having a sleepover. If Dame wants to join, he'd be sleeping in his same clothes,but who cared?"Nice shirt." Dame complimented after I've came out of the toilet. I raised my eyebrows, "Compliment for me or you?" He chuckled. "Both, I guess."We really had a fun time laughing and shouting over the music. Bebe's parents were out and they trusted Bebe to keep the house clean and tidy after the party. So it was a NO BOUNDARIES NIGHT!"I'm so glad you two did this for me." Dame said, giving the both of us a group hug. "It's so amazing. I love you two." See what I mean when he can be such a girl but is such a manly jock?"Well, yeah we love you too.""Now go have some fun with your jock friends." Bebe winked. Dame ran to them. Bebe and I ended up talking."Hey let's go inside my bedroom. I wanna show you something." Bebe pushed my back up the stairs and open her pink painted bedroom. Girly. Her interior design was fab, fabulous-er than Kimora's (okay, no offence.).Her bed is made of 100% cotton(which explains why she rather sleeps early every night.) and is designed with her favourite artists. I mean, can you believe that?! Avril Lavigne's picture's even WOVEN, NOT printed.She even has a bookshelf or as I would like to call it, a library in her room. Where she collected ALL Meg Cabot's collection and other authors. Bebe's really a brainiac. Just a whole lot prettier and easier-to-drool-on.Oh and have I mention Bebe's just a nickname for us?(The whole school,to be exact.) Her real name is actually Bilbury. (be-ill-ber-rry.) But she thinks it's too werewolf-related, and as we can all tell, Bebe is a sweet Heaven's Angel girl. Not the 'oh-i'm-getting-to-turn-into-a-wolf-by-midnight-to-suck-your-blood-because-I'm-a-werewolf' kinda girl."Look right there," she pointed towards her computer which was jet black and super sleek plus plasma-ishly sized(nah,i'm just exaggerating). "I edited this really cute pic of us? And I'm gonna project it out on the wall. And we had loads of videos of us in school that we recorded? Some were like, 3 years ago! It would make everyone giggle!""Oh my gosh, that would be awesome! Do you have the vid that Dame ran and tripped over a banana skin which you put on the floor and that he screamed like a girl?" I asked, giddy."Duh. Come on, let's call them up now."In Bebe's life, it's all luxurious. Her bedroom's even bigger than Adam's and my bedroom combined. So if she wanted a small party in her room, there's no problem in that."Sure." I walked to the balcony of the stairs and called them all up. "Hey guys, tune down the volume and come up!" The volume was ostensibly softer in a few seconds.
They all stamped up. Including Birthday Boy.
They filled the room, finding a place to seat. All of them had smiles super-glued on their faces and they, as I could tell, were having fun.It was loud in Bebe's room so Bebe shushed them. "Okay everybody, today we're gonna show you our vids that we've recorded sneakily towards ourselves. Sometimes I hide hidden cams behind Winnie's bag or Dame's locker. So, check it out."
Everyone cheered.Oh my gosh, this is gonna be embarrassing.The first vid was when we were 10. And heck, we looked small. It was so cute! I was asking Dame if he could give me his sandwich during lunch and Dame was like, "NO! EAT YOUR OWN'S." I couldn't help but laugh. And there was no Bebe so it was obvious SHE was recording it. Good job, girl.Anyway her dream job is to become a director so she made it through. Even at 10,she was amazing.And then more videos rolled in and everyone in the room was laughing. One of the videos were Bebe and I walked hand in hand and someone calling us GAY. This is such a DAME PRANK. Bebe laughed so loud. "Gay!" I heard someone shouted. I laughed, too. Dame actually blushed for putting us into humiliation. After about 10 back-to-back videos, I suggested we made one now on Dame's 14th birthday to be showed when we were all 15.Everyone agreed so Bebe took her camera out. "Rolling on 3-2-1!" she belted. She put her camera on a stand and ran over to join us. There were guys break-dancing and Dame looking like a corpse. "Move!" I giggled. He looked back at us, "I don't know what to do..."That would make us laugh next year. "Oh well, do SOMETHING!" someone shouted. The girls were dancing and putting up faces. Bebe & I just snickered at Dame. It really was some tight night.Some left after 9 but I was sleeping over at Bebe's. Dame called his parents that he wanted to sleepover, too. But we really weren't gonna sleep, heck no. It wasn't even the end of Dame's birthday. It's barely 12!We took marshmallow out from the fridge and took some fondue. It was a haven. Then we dipped the marshmallow into the fondue. "WAIT YOU GUYS!" Bebe exclaimed after I dipped my first marshy in the fondue. "I'm bringing the cam.""Ahhh, we'll eat while you get to that." Dame said and shooed her off.When we were alone, I told Dame,"In a few weeks' time is my birthday, you better give me a bigger shock."We giggled. "We'll see."I knew they haven't planned anything,yet. But it was okay to just joke around,I mean,even if they DIDN'T plan or WOULDN'T plan, it really doesn't matter. At home, I already told Mum to send the gift I bought for Dame(the new Wii game.) to his house so when he got back,it'll be like 'the 2nd day of shock'. I just felt happy thinking about it.When Bebe came back with her cam, she shot us eating our marshy like barbarians. Did I mention she JOINED us? It was hilarious.But something was lingering in my thought,I knew that if Mum said something, it's happening: I'm transferring to another school in Benedict Streets."Hey so did you hear about that new guy? Benjamin?" Bebe asked,"He's cute."I gasped. My thoughts flew away."You haven't crushed on anyone since you broke up with that JERK!" Dame said. The 'jerk' Dame was pointing to was actually Marshall which two-timed her AND dumped her. Stupid guy to lose Bebe,really.Bebe nodded. "Oh well, that was a long time ago...." We were lying on Bebe's bedroom floor, sucking chocolate and marshy."Yeah,true." I said, aware of the camera which was recording."So...what are you planning to do?" I asked, itching to giggle."Well, nothing. Maybe, you know, confess." Bebe shrugged and replied casually, dipping in her marshy.I blinked to Dame. Dame got the message."So...what do you like about him?" Dame asked, sneaking a glance at me."His eyes, his face, his bod?" Bebe answered."And are you planning to kiss him, you know, if he likes you too?" I asked, my voice raising higher."Mhhm." she answered, looking at us."Gotcha!" Dame and I cried in unison. "It's on CAM, baybeh!"She drops her marshmallow and pretends to sound unperturbed, "I'm-uhm, gonna go clean this up." and she raced off, leaving us rolling on the floor with marshmallows in our mouths and the camera rolling.
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