Epicness Of My Gay Friends

They TOLD him. What the hell? They actually locked me in my own bathroom and said they were going to do it. And the entire phone conversation I kept banging on the bathroom door, and this is like at 12:30 at night, so my parents naturally walked in (luckily they were awake) asking what the hell was happening. And Ro-Ro and Mwajanator, the only two that were there, were frantically trying to keep the phone conversation going on despite my family being there, bewildered. Ro-Ro tried to calm my family down, but then my oblivious mother whipped out the bathroom key from godknow’swhere and unlocked me. I barged out of the bathroom to five people, and one on the phone, yelling “CUT THE PHONE, CUT THE PHONE!” 

He was out, by the way. I think it was at a soccer game. Yes, at 12:30 at night.

So I grabbed my mobile from under Mwajanator, raced out of my room and down to my living room. The phone was ringing and Mwajanator was yelling at me to press the little red button NOW but I said “Mwajanator! Stay away from me!” Then we ran to my dining room. And raced around my dining table. I put a mahogany (I think) chair between me and Mwajanator. Then Poopiehead finally picked up his phone. 

“Hello?” He sounded so normal. What the hell?

I said, “POOPIEHEAD (not really) DON’T LISTEN TO ANYTHING THEY SAY - STAY AWAY FROM ME, MWAJ - THEY’RE STUPID!” When I really wanted to say just tell me goddammit, it’s not fair, you can’t make me wait. I read somewhere that a guy immediately knows whether or not he’ll ever go out with a girl - or was it a girl? Hm. Whatever.

Anyway after that phone call, Mwajanator and Ro-Ro said a bunch of Indian and English, (and some creatively cocktailed) swearwords to me and I acted like I was very chilled. Of course, my organs were practically vibrating and my butt felt very warm (that happens when anything to do with Poopiehead comes up. I don’t know why, I swear it’s not anything perverted. But it’s like someone’s holding a candle up to my butt. And my shoulders. But mostly my butt). 

When Ro-Ro and Mwajanator left, I boxed my pillow and I don’t like to admit it, but I think I may have cried a little.

We haven’t talked since. It’s been 12 hours, I guess, and we spent most of them out or without Internet or asleep.

But if he wanted to do anything about it, he would have done it by now. Or not, because Mwajanator told him not to talk to me until she talked to him.

I can’t believe this. And I can’t even have any chocolate because I’m fasting. But I do want to sob a little now. I don’t even know why. I was so SURE I was getting over him. Hell, I was good at it too. But ahhh. Whatever.

We’ll see what happens.

Peace, Queen.