not gonna write you a love song
So, if I’m Bella and he is Edward… this was bound to happen? This was a joke, right? Crap, I hate questioning myself. And why am I here again, drinking over-priced coffee, listening to crappy music, passing the time before he hits his break?
Damn.
Ooooh, look, Donna’s online!
Yay for facebook poppity-things!
Nina: *pokepokepoke*
Donna: *loves back*
Donna: where are you? called mama and she you were out.
Nina: she dropped me off at the bean. i’m hanging out with chase for a bit today.
Donna: the crazy lady is driving!?!
Nina: I know, right! It’s scary…
Donna: it’s not that she’s baad…
Nina: no, she’s bad.
Donna: wait, hanging with chase? The Edward guy.
Nina: yeah, we’re s’posed to exchange some other books.
Donna: and…?
Nina: I decided to get coffee before I get books…?
Donna: you…
Nina: no…
Donna: yes…
Donna: say it, nina-dear…
Nina: I. Do. Not. Most definitely… NOT!
Donna: I bet his ass looks fiiiine when you sneak a peek as he takes off his sexy barista apron
Nina: Donna, you perv, I was not sneaking peeks or rating asses. He’s going to the back now, anyway…
Donna: So you ARE sitting in the check-out-sexy-barista spot!
Nina: …
Nina: No.
Donna: You like him.
Nina: Oh, look! Books.
Nina: Bye, Donna!
Donna: Bella and Edward, sitting in a tree…
No, absolutely, definately NOT.
Damn.
Ooooh, look, Donna’s online!
Yay for facebook poppity-things!
Nina: *pokepokepoke*
Donna: *loves back*
Donna: where are you? called mama and she you were out.
Nina: she dropped me off at the bean. i’m hanging out with chase for a bit today.
Donna: the crazy lady is driving!?!
Nina: I know, right! It’s scary…
Donna: it’s not that she’s baad…
Nina: no, she’s bad.
Donna: wait, hanging with chase? The Edward guy.
Nina: yeah, we’re s’posed to exchange some other books.
Donna: and…?
Nina: I decided to get coffee before I get books…?
Donna: you…
Nina: no…
Donna: yes…
Donna: say it, nina-dear…
Nina: I. Do. Not. Most definitely… NOT!
Donna: I bet his ass looks fiiiine when you sneak a peek as he takes off his sexy barista apron
Nina: Donna, you perv, I was not sneaking peeks or rating asses. He’s going to the back now, anyway…
Donna: So you ARE sitting in the check-out-sexy-barista spot!
Nina: …
Nina: No.
Donna: You like him.
Nina: Oh, look! Books.
Nina: Bye, Donna!
Donna: Bella and Edward, sitting in a tree…
No, absolutely, definately NOT.