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Bro's Before Ho's
Hey, Reneé here. Okay you obviously dont know who that is but I found this site and am soo inspired by you all for your stories and am making my own. Nellie James here and if there's one good word of advice I have for you it's never fall in love. I should've seen that one through my own mother. My dad, sorry I meant Julian, left her for one of her friends. She's never been the same since. In and out of rehab, hours of therapy, you'd expect me to be that way, too. Just as strange but I'm fine. Somebody has to be and it's the 16 year old daughter. I was running late for school one day because my mother stole my alarm clock. Don't ask why, I'd tell you if I knew too. So I had to go in the bus holding my jacket and a sneaker in one hand and my backpack half on my shoulder. I could feel the laughter erupting from people but shrugged it off. The only free spot was next to Johnny who's really big no offense but also a great friend. In front of him was 4 guys in a two seater. I know, how manly. They were Michael Jackson (dumbassest loser who's a meanie and should get a life. Uuugh he kinda has one!!), Tyler( MJ's, can't believe I called him that, bestie also a dumbass), Seth(the dumb blond) and Adam(the quiet one but be warned, he's on 5 year probation!) I plonked myself next to Johnny who smiled at me. Me: My mom. It always is. Johnny: You still look lovely today. Me: Thanks. You're too kind. Seriously, he is. I heard Michael talk about how he made out with this groupie who smelled nice and only made out with her because of that and not because he liked her. I know right! What a jerk. Then somewhere in front, a guy breathed on the window and drew a heart on it and the girl next to him smiled sheepishly. Michael:(sniggers) If you see me do something like that, stop me. Seth: You mean that? Michael: Why would I say it if I didn't mean it? Me:(whispering) Wouldnt be for the first time anyway. Johnny: Why is he on this bus anyway? Don't being famous pay well or something. Johnny usually means well but he has this disorder of not being able to whisper. Michael turned around and I gulped hard. In my dreams where me and Johnny give him a peace of our minds, confronting him is easy but now..... Michael: Now I know you weren't talkin' 'bout me, you fat faggot. Me:(shakily) That wasn't called for, Michael. I HATE MYSELF! IT CAME OUT ALL WRONG! DAMN YOU NELLIE! IT'S SO OBVIOUS I CANT DEFEND ME SO WHY DID I OPEN MY MOUTH?! Michael: It speaks! Stay out of it, Rehab or you'll get it too. Whatever 'it' was, the bus stopped and they were out first. Johnny had balled his hand into a fist and I had to calm him down. Me: He's not worth it. Johnny: He always does that and- Me: Johnny, you're better than his stupid ass and he's just jealous you're brave enough to tell people you're gay and he's too chicken to admit he has a small wiener. Okay not that I know- Johnny:(giggles) You're a great friend, Nellie. The day went on fine until lunch. Johnny and I went for the table at the corner and in the middle there was this big comotion over seating arrangements when this soft spoken voice kept saying excuse me to me and Johnny. It was Michael. Michael: Look Johnny I'm sorry about the thing I said in the bus. Johnny: Sure you are. Michael: I was wondering if I could sit with you guys because my friends are fighting the cheerleaders- Me: No! Johnny: Ignore her you can sit here. Michael: Thank you. Johnny. Me: Okay rule number one is- Michael: Rules? You sound like us MATS. Me: Mats? Michael: Me, Adam, Tyler and Seth. You guys should come to the annual Explosion. In fact I'm inviting you. The Explosion is a party for the coolest kids only. A change of heart from Michael? Maybe. TBC.
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