Hey. Sebastian here. Wendy asked me to stop by for a guest post, which honestly, totally isn’t my gig, but I’m just sitting here chillin’ while I wait for my friends to come over and pick me up and there’s nothing better to do so… yeah, looks like my bad luck by having no wheels makes it your lucky day. I’m kidding, I’m kidding. Don’t yell at me for being cocky. It’s a joke.
So yeah… I don’t really know what to talk about besides the fact that it’s getting a little old being the only person I know without wheels. Hell, even Jaden has the beatermobile. It might be a piece of crap, but at seventeen, a piece is better than no wheels at all. Just don’t tell him I said that. He’ll hold it over my head and I’ll never hear the end of the fact that I’m jealous of his ride. I’ll just have to deny it, he’ll end up giving me crap, and then Aspen will laugh at me, Pris will find a reason to yell at Jay and then the whole night will be screwed-up.
Damn, when I look at that it makes it sound like we’re a dysfunctional group or something. I swear, we’re not. This is something else I try not to admit too often, but I know I’m damn lucky to have them. We’re tight, the four of us. I’d do anything for them and they’d do anything for me. It’s funny. I always see those teen movies, or the girls talk about books they read and someone is always stabbing the other in the back or whatever and I kind of think it’s bull. Sure that happens, but not always. I think it’s pretty cool that I can talk shit to Jaden about his car, but he knows I’m his boy and he can count on me. We’re cool like that. Same with the girls. Any guy ever messes with them and they know they’ll have Jay and I do deal with.
Wow… I totally sound like a sap here, don’t I? I think I’m going to have to go suck up to Wendy so she doesn’t post this. Shouldn’t be too hard. I know what I’m doing when it comes to girls…
*gives Wendy the eyes*
*Gets a smile and a blush in return*
Piece. Of. Cake.
Anyway, I’m out. I hear the beatermobile coming up the street. And FYI… for you ladies out there. I hear there’s some guy called The Hook-up Doctor. From what I’ve been told, he knows what he’s doing. If you ever need help getting a guy, you should hit him up. You know… not that I have anything to gain since I don’t know him, but I’m just sayin’….
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