ASH BLUNT'S ROOM
maybelle Peterson, typing. . .
the small screen stares up at me through the darkness of 2 am, 'how can she still be typing?' I wonder "she's been at it for three whole minutes now, I mean, how hard is it to say yes or no?' finally my phone emits it's weird little beep and I receive a message that's practicaly two miles long. "what the. . ." I trail off as I begin to read the text message that may or may not ruin my weekend.
"dear ash, YESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!OH MY GOD I will totally go to prom with you!!!! YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I'M VERY SORRY, WAIT IS THIS STILL ON CAPS, HOW DO YOU TURN THE CAPS OFF??? WAit I think I got it, ok, so I'm very sorry ash, I'm not permitting my granddhater to go anywhere with you, I've never met you, so please very kindly, OH MY GOD!! Ash I'm soooo sorry, my grandmothe's so protect-I am not overly protective and defiantly not paranoid! YOU CANNOT TAKE MY GRAN- hah, I stole my phone back, so anyway yes! i will- not. you will not! she's not going. YES i Am!!!\&^6938Huihew^4&*80&*(5802gghj%&3678*&5^87 I will not!*(6897tgwst673esryuq8e74278&%^*(%^2gyue780yg^)*_(&Ghwg8702y0guwb*((_(uuhe I'm8yY&*Y(*F^tgyg2w804yr8d789hfgyhudijhusvtybh673808274898&*(^%$%%^^(^&$*%^EDFVGHBGTR%$EW#SD%R%$786856477GT^&*^^YUGHFRERT6YU756RTYFGDRE4567&YTRDESW#$%^&*UYGVTFR578YGTR%4678YTR%^&*%$^&&*^%R^TYUT^%$E%ERTGYTDXRZSEDRTY9YUIHKGFTR5678456^&%*^(&*^&%^&$%%ERTFR$%^78YUFTDRE%R6789YUGFDRE45R678UIHXSZAWQ@3W4E5RTDESEAWQi will go with you
!!!!@W#$567890IOKI*&^%$E#W%^&890OIKJHGFDSWQ@3WER67T*YUIGTFRDEW45 give me the frickn phone!!!67YUHVCDE4%^&*UYHJFR54^&TYUHGFDESW#@$%^()*&^%43%678(7^nO!!!%$3$567n89&6543%^TYUHGFRE$3%^&*UIHGFDRTY"
I look up at the wall and wonder what the hell just happened, I look back down at my phone and calmly considered what to say,
me, typing. . .
"um. . . so I didn't ask you to prom. I uh, I asked about the weekend knitting club, not sure how you read that wrong, and also I'm a girl. so yeah. . .
maryellen Peterson, typing. . .
"yes i know, I told my grandmother that you had asked me to prom so that i could distract her, give her false dates and go with somebody else. sorry you had to get mixed up in it, it's nothing to do with you I promise."
MAYBELLE PETERSON'S ROOM
"oh my gosh, what am I doing?" maybelle asks slapping her forehead against the palm of her hand,
maybelle peterson, typing. . .
"sorry, yes there are spots open, what time were you thinking of coming?"
ASH BLUNT'S ROOM
my phone lights up with a text, i flip over and reach my hand out, my fingers straining to reach the small piece of tech that my very life seems to depend opon, and read, and chuckle, and reply
ash blunt, typing. . .
"anytime you have avliblities I'll be there."
maybelle peterson, typing. . .
well wer'e not the most popular club, so I guess whenever you feel like coming, you can pop on over."
MAYBELLE PETERSON'S ROOM
"wow, pop on over, I'm so good with words." she mutters sarcsticly
ASH BLUNT'S ROOM
ash blunt,, typing. . .
"well if were using old phrases, cool beans."
maybelle Peterson, typing. . .
the small screen stares up at me through the darkness of 2 am, 'how can she still be typing?' I wonder "she's been at it for three whole minutes now, I mean, how hard is it to say yes or no?' finally my phone emits it's weird little beep and I receive a message that's practicaly two miles long. "what the. . ." I trail off as I begin to read the text message that may or may not ruin my weekend.
"dear ash, YESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!OH MY GOD I will totally go to prom with you!!!! YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I'M VERY SORRY, WAIT IS THIS STILL ON CAPS, HOW DO YOU TURN THE CAPS OFF??? WAit I think I got it, ok, so I'm very sorry ash, I'm not permitting my granddhater to go anywhere with you, I've never met you, so please very kindly, OH MY GOD!! Ash I'm soooo sorry, my grandmothe's so protect-I am not overly protective and defiantly not paranoid! YOU CANNOT TAKE MY GRAN- hah, I stole my phone back, so anyway yes! i will- not. you will not! she's not going. YES i Am!!!\&^6938Huihew^4&*80&*(5802gghj%&3678*&5^87 I will not!*(6897tgwst673esryuq8e74278&%^*(%^2gyue780yg^)*_(&Ghwg8702y0guwb*((_(uuhe I'm8yY&*Y(*F^tgyg2w804yr8d789hfgyhudijhusvtybh673808274898&*(^%$%%^^(^&$*%^EDFVGHBGTR%$EW#SD%R%$786856477GT^&*^^YUGHFRERT6YU756RTYFGDRE4567&YTRDESW#$%^&*UYGVTFR578YGTR%4678YTR%^&*%$^&&*^%R^TYUT^%$E%ERTGYTDXRZSEDRTY9YUIHKGFTR5678456^&%*^(&*^&%^&$%%ERTFR$%^78YUFTDRE%R6789YUGFDRE45R678UIHXSZAWQ@3W4E5RTDESEAWQi will go with you
!!!!@W#$567890IOKI*&^%$E#W%^&890OIKJHGFDSWQ@3WER67T*YUIGTFRDEW45 give me the frickn phone!!!67YUHVCDE4%^&*UYHJFR54^&TYUHGFDESW#@$%^()*&^%43%678(7^nO!!!%$3$567n89&6543%^TYUHGFRE$3%^&*UIHGFDRTY"
I look up at the wall and wonder what the hell just happened, I look back down at my phone and calmly considered what to say,
me, typing. . .
"um. . . so I didn't ask you to prom. I uh, I asked about the weekend knitting club, not sure how you read that wrong, and also I'm a girl. so yeah. . .
maryellen Peterson, typing. . .
"yes i know, I told my grandmother that you had asked me to prom so that i could distract her, give her false dates and go with somebody else. sorry you had to get mixed up in it, it's nothing to do with you I promise."
MAYBELLE PETERSON'S ROOM
"oh my gosh, what am I doing?" maybelle asks slapping her forehead against the palm of her hand,
maybelle peterson, typing. . .
"sorry, yes there are spots open, what time were you thinking of coming?"
ASH BLUNT'S ROOM
my phone lights up with a text, i flip over and reach my hand out, my fingers straining to reach the small piece of tech that my very life seems to depend opon, and read, and chuckle, and reply
ash blunt, typing. . .
"anytime you have avliblities I'll be there."
maybelle peterson, typing. . .
well wer'e not the most popular club, so I guess whenever you feel like coming, you can pop on over."
MAYBELLE PETERSON'S ROOM
"wow, pop on over, I'm so good with words." she mutters sarcsticly
ASH BLUNT'S ROOM
ash blunt,, typing. . .
"well if were using old phrases, cool beans."
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