Surveys are lame, let's spy on Sam and Carly.
This assignment is such a joke. Mr. Stello paired me with Michael
Madsen, I shouldn't be expected to get any work done. It's not like he'swilling to help me get these surveys filled out. And with him not doing
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What the hell is it with Stello and the going by names pairing thing? Why can't he, I don't know dude, switch it up every once in a while? Use first names instead of last names. Or middle names. Or... something. 'Cause this thing with getting paired with Daphne all the time is just totally lame.
Screw this survey shit, I'm totally leaving in like, two seconds. Maybe I can catch D'Angelo and skip the rest of the day with some weed. It'd be better than this shit dude, seriously.
"Hey Madsen!"
Dude. She's talking to me. I thought we were supposed to get through this sorta thing without actually talking to each other. That's how we always work it, and it goes totally fine when it does. It goes bad when we have to say something. Why is the chick messing with the balance here?
I stopped trying to see if I could find D'Angelo's number on my cell, and looked over. "What the hell do you want?"
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"Whatever. They had a thing. You know where it was going!"
Boys and girls are not friends with each other. If the sexes were meant to be friends we wouldn't be having "battles" all the time. Either they're making out in secret or they can't stand each other at all. Carly's totally the sneaky type too. There are tons of things that I very politely have ordered her to tell me, and I had to let them go because she didn't think it was my business.
Friends share things. I was being a good friend.
"... Okay. Fine. I'm in."
"Then come on."
No wonder I hate stoners, they're slow.
I gave the loudest fake sigh I could while I waited for Madsen to catch up, then I walked down the street with him and stopped a block over from the park so that we could see them without being seen.
"Look. They're talking to each other."
Carly's making the face too. She wants him back.
"This is exactly what I was afraid of!"
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"Dude, I can see that." I rolled my eyes and watched Sammy and Carly talking. Sammy's totally ready to breakdown and beg for forgiveness dude, you can so tell. It's not cool at all.
"This is exactly what I was afraid of!"
"You're not the only one." I muttered. "Stop having a freak out for two minutes, will you?"
Okay, I totally can't hear anything, we're way too far away from them. "We gotta get closer." I didn't bother waiting for her, just got moving already, trying to get to a place to hide before Sammy or The Snowflake saw us coming.
I looked back, and saw she wasn't going yet. "Dude, seriously, move already!" Stop sniffing your hairspray fumes and get a move on!
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Ew. I don't want to get closer to them with Madsen! He's scary and weird, and if I'm seen with him, they'll think I am too. He better not be out to make himself look good by being seen with with me. If we go spy on them and I find a camera in the bushes, I'll sue. This might have been my idea but...
Oh, if it was my idea he wasn't expecting it. There can't be any hidden cameras because he didn't know I was going to speak to him.
Unless thats what he wants me to think! I don't trust this moron.
"Okay." I grumbled. Carly better appreciate all the hard work I'm doing for her. Theses are risks I'm taking here.
"Dude, seriously, move already!"
"Don't boss me around! I'll go when I want to!"
I followed him over to a bush that was next to a tree where Sam and Carly were looking for leaves, and ducked down.
Ew. Dirt. And trash. Carly isn't that great of a friend, I could probably walk away...
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Good, she hasn't completely stopped talking to me yet. And I don't care about that, not really, it's just good that she hasn't. Or... something. God damn it. Why am I here? I could have left by now. I don't want to be around her, she'll start spouting about following rules again any minute now.
"We don't have that many yet."
"I sort of noticed that." I said, sounding a little more annoyed than I meant to be. "I can count." Lucky me, I'm just that smart. She probably thinks I'm an idiot. All that being nice to me was just crap, she doesn't actually like me ( ... )
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"You could have fooled me." Not talking to me, giving me death looks every two minutes, that'll make anyone think you hate them. She needs to differentiate or something, because it's hard to tell otherwise.
"It's just that I thought you liked me."
"I do." Or I did. Do. Something. God damn it, why did I start talking?
"And then you kept saying I was like your sister."
What's she... Oh.
"I don't want to be like your sister."
That would do it, wouldn't it. Damn it.
"I want to be like your--nevermind, we should get back to collecting leaves."... Like my what? What does she want to be like ( ... )
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No. I don't want to. I want to go back to collecting leaves and pretend that this never happened. If he tells anyone about this they're all going to think that I'm weird. And clingy.
On the bright side if my reputation gets screwed up badly enough, I might be able to convince them to let me move back home. Los Angeles is exciting and all, but I keep getting treated like a spoiled rich girl.
Some people consider that a good thing. Others...don't. They think its weird and call me a snob.
I bet Sam does that.
"Look, I'm usually thinking about Arianna a lot, because I worry about her. All the time. I'm out of my house, she's not. There's always the chance that something could happen to her because I'm not there."
Alright, that makes sense. Especially when I think about what he told me before. Home isn't a safe place for her, with Sam not there, and knowing what his father did to him, god, no wonder he's worried all the time.
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