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by Lola StVil


  He’ll have to see

  Him

  We Must

  Find way to get BFF back!!!

  We need kiss details!

  Godotwait4me: Be honest, would you think me less of a man if I failed chem?

  notall2gether: Aw . . . I don’t think much of you now. Lol

  Godotwait4me: The thing you’re standing on? My ego. In case you didn’t know

  notall2gether: Yeah, I knew. Lol. Ok, ok. Why are you failing chem?

  Godotwait4me: They insist on the correct answer every time. EVERY TIME

  notall2gether: How dare they?

  Godotwait4me: Why can’t they just be happy I got in the ballpark of the right answer?

  notall2gether: Good thing you’re not going to be a surgeon. I need you to know exactly where you are operating and not “a ballpark area”

  Godotwait4me: You are so picky

  notall2gether: Well, I’m dating you so . . .

  Godotwait4me: Once again: Ego meet Bruise

  notall2gether: Stop stalling and go study

  Godotwait4me: Damn you : )

  Next Day, in the Hall

  Kelly stands with Godot “hair commercial” laughing

  The kind of laugh that comes

  With hair blowing in the wind

  And perfect teeth

  Kelly Sees Me

  Smiles

  Puts arms around Godot and

  KISSES HIM!

  On the cheek

  My mind replays slow motion

  Her lips. His cheek. My heart.

  Let’s not overreact

  He loves her!!!

  “‘Overreacting,’ Party of One . . .”

  “Right this way, young lady . . .

  Tonight’s specials:

  Smoked almond – crusted paranoia

  Sautéed jealousy in a rich envy cream sauce

  Pan-seared bruised ego on a bed of fresh misery”

  Godotwait4me: Rain?

  notall2gether: What?

  Godotwait4me: Hey!

  notall2gether: Hi.

  Godotwait4me: Impact font. Did I do something?

  notall2gether: Idk, did you?

  Godotwait4me: ???

  notall2gether: Is there something you need to confess?

  Godotwait4me: Um . . . no . . .

  notall2gether: Please, your Comic Sans font has guilt all over it

  Godotwait4me: whatever

  notall2gether: Don’t you Matisse ITC me!

  Godotwait4me: Then don’t Impact me

  notall2gether: I saw what you and Kelly were doing

  Godotwait4me: Not gonna answer till you lighten your font

  notall2gether: Fine . . . what were you doing with Kelly?

  Godotwait4me: Don’t you Estrangelo Edessa me. I didn’t start this.

  notall2gether: What were you doing with Kelly?

  Godotwait4me: AGAIN. DON’T.CARE.FOR.YOUR.FONT.

  notall2gether: Godot, what were you and Kelly doing?

  Godotwait4me: Don’t you even try to hide behind the pleasant slant of French Script MT

  notall2gether: Do you like Kelly?

  Godotwait4me: NO. She was just asking for my chem notes. Why are you acting so

  notall2gether: I Am Not!

  Godotwait4me: Argh!!! I come online to talk to you, and you come at me with Impact (bold no less) for what? Some girl who gave me a peck on the cheek?

  notall2gether: Why did she do that?

  Godotwait4me: She left her textbook in class and I found it.

  notall2gether: Yeah, right.

  Godotwait4me: You’re being so

  . Why can’t we just be Comic Sans or

  notall2gether: Times New Roman . . . I’m sorry I’m not Standard enough for you. Maybe I’m not meant to be your girl !

  Godotwait4me: Maybe you’re right . . .

  [notall2gether has logged off]

  [Godotwait4me has logged off]

  Did Godot and I Just Break Up

  No!

  Please

  No . . . Tide of tears

  Brings unwanted things

  Swollen eyes exhaustion

  Stepmom

  Please! Away

  Stop Go

  Acting Now

  Like Don’t

  You You

  Care Know

  I

  Her Eyes Plead

  I’m trying, Shay

  Just tell me

  What’s wrong

  I’m Not Trying to Be

  A pain

  I’m sorry she got stuck

  With me

  Why pretend it was by choice?

  She Spots the Many

  Candy wrappers

  Sprinkled throughout my room

  Sighs

  I Gather the Truth Just Above Her Head

  Spelling

  Out

  What

  She

  Thinks

  In

  Her

  Heart

  Kara, you don’t even like me

  The Tide

  Takes back

  Its offering

  It’s Two a.m.

  I’m hollowed, gutted

  Unable to fill

  Head for kitchen’s comfort

  OMG

  Kara stands in front of fridge

  Inhaling chocolate pie!

  Seriously

  Whip cream in hair

  Pie crust on chin

  Chocolate sprinkles flying

  Tears streaming, nose running

  Uncontrollably

  Um . . . Are You Okay?

  Showing concern for her

  Feels as unnatural as

  Jeans on a chimp

  Still . . .

  She looks small, lost

  She looks

  Like me . . .

  Her Words

  Obstructed by pie filling

  So she tries again

  This time sorrow swallows

  Her consonants and vowels

  Like the Negotiator

  In a bad action flick

  I gently take the pie plate out of her hand

  Give her a napkin

  Sit her down

  It is funny

  Or would be

  Had the weeping

  Not sprung from

  So deep

  I Let Him Down

  She confesses

  She designated herself

  My guardian

  Not just on paper

  She made a promise to Dad’s grave

  To raise and care for me

  I’m not a fan of capital punishment

  Told her she would not have to

  Strap herself down

  Inject responsibility obligation

  Into her veins

  She Cleans Her Face Off

  And laughs

  The prisoner is rejoicing

  At the talk of freedom

  From parenthood

  You Don’t Get It

  She says sadly

  As she assembles words

  I have yet to completely understand

  I have liked you since the second we met.

  Why?

  I’m not granola

  Skinless tofu sun-baked

  Will always be

  Deep-fried extra-crispy

  Disgrace

  I Never Said That

  Kara declares

  I remind her how loud

  Her actions have spoken

  You Can

  Yoga yogurt yuck and

  Make me meals with

  Nasty natural nutritious glop

  They Won’t Work

  Never found

  A diet that does

  She Smiles and Says

  Just want you to eat when you’re hungry

  Yell when yo
u’re mad

  Cry when you’re sad

  You’re trying to change me

  She replies simply

  I’m trying to help you

  Least Tell Me

  About the boy

  Who’s making you cry

  Her request is denied

  Can’t talk about the boy

  ’Cause there is no boy

  Not anymore . . .

  “Boots, It’s Over!”

  It takes Boots

  Hours to calm me

  “Try again with Godot”

  she demands

  notall2gether: Hello?

  notall2gether: Godot?

  notall2gether: Hello?

  notall2gether: . . .

  Send Dad Email

  Know he won’t get it

  Don’t care

  Need him now

  Send Tons of Email

  Venting joking

  Loving him

  Like he was

  Here

  The Days

  Without Godot

  Are years

  Gore and Blood

  Are hot topics

  Halloween

  In full bloom

  Chill in Air

  Gray in clouds

  Fear in films

  Gloom inside

  notall2gether: I know you won’t reply. I just saw a “man-eating” hot dog cart and thought of you.

  notall2gether: Good night Godot . . .

  Everything Is So . . .

  Black/White

  Shay/Pig

  School/Home

  eat/cry

  eat/cry

  eat/cry

  Godotwait4me: So . . . this man eating hot dog cart . . . had it eaten anyone you know?

  notall2gether: Godot!!!

  Godotwait4me: Hey . . .

  notall2gether: Um . . . um it ate my friend Shay which is fine bc she was kind of . . . crazy. But now she’s been replaced by me.

  Godotwait4me: Who are you?

  notall2gether: Not crazy Shay version 2.0

  Godotwait4me: Wow, an upgrade. Cool.

  notall2gether: Godot, about last time . . .

  Godotwait4me: Yeah?

  notall2gether: I know fonts . . . hurt. And I should have just asked you in “standard” Times New Roman.

  Godotwait4me: That would have been good. But what would have been better is if you wouldn’t ask at all. I don’t want Kelly. I want you.

  notall2gether: I know. I just can’t understand why . . .

  Godotwait4me: Bc I have very good taste.

  notall2gether: ;)

  Godotwait4me: Every time someone says hi to me doesn’t mean that I’m leaving you for them, ok?

  notall2gether: Yeah

  Godotwait4me: I’ve missed you

  notall2gether: Me too. Godot?

  Godotwait4me: Yeah?

  notall2gether: Overheard Kelly say you’ve been losing friends bc you’re with me.

  Godotwait4me: Some, I guess. So what?

  notall2gether: If you were with her, you could gain all your friends back. You know be “king & queen” of all things popular

  Godotwait4me: Yeah but then I’d have to endure the “Kelly loves Kelly show” and well . . . nothing is worth that

  notall2gether: Are you sure? I hear she has great surprise guests

  Godotwait4me: Yeah, She, Herself & Her. It’s a trio. They come on and sing their big hit “Me, Me, Me”

  notall2gether: I heard talk of a monkey

  Godotwait4me: Yeah, but he’s in the union so, it’s hard to get him to do life-threatening tricks

  notall2gether: So . . . no Kelly for you?

  Godotwait4me: Not a chance

  notall2gether: She’s pretty . . .

  Godotwait4me: And?

  notall2gether: :)

  Godotwait4me: Don’t worry about Kelly or the “friends” I’m losing. Just work on finding your costume for Hudson’s Halloween party.

  notall2gether: You’re really excited about this party thing huh?

  Godotwait4me: We’ve had a party at his house since forever. It never changes. I like that. Since my rents split, very little stays the same so . . .

  notall2gether: I get it. Change mostly sucks.

  Godotwait4me: Sometimes it can be good. Like if you change your mind about your “I’m not gonna flash” Godot rule. That would be good.

  notall2gether: You wish :)

  Godotwait4me: All the time. Lol. Good night Rain.

  Cell Blares:

  In still night sky

  Informs me:

  One incoming text

  It’s him again!!!

  I’m Wrong :

  Sender’s number:

  Is not known

  Text From ??????

  http://www.GPBP.com

  It Also Kills Cats

  If someone makes bowl

  Of reeking rotting fish guts

  And says, hey you, eat up!

  You’d know you were bound

  For nausea and pain

  Inside lies cruel twisted curiosity

  Makes you wonder

  Just how sick can this really make me?

  So you open and give it a try . . .

  Turns Out

  Clicking the link is nothing like eating guts

  It isn’t

  F O O L I S H

  It isn’t

  N A U S E A T I N G

  It isn’t

  P A I N F U L

  It is

  L E T H A L

  http://www.GPBP.com

  Welcome to

  Get the Pig Back in Its Pen

  “Dedicated to protecting natural social order”

  May is the big nasty pig you see below. She has broken out of her pen and was stupid enough to start walking amongst humans. Even amongst the king.

  The king is too nice to tell her that she smells like a ton of trash. Or that she weighs as much.

  But here is your chance to rescue the king from his all-too-kind heart.

  SO . . .

  Get the Pig Back in Its Pen

  Save our royal hottie from swine!!!

  http://www.GPBP.com

  G* *A *M *E *S

  May Who???

  (May has taken a pic w/the king. Just upload your pic to replace her.)

  Pig ’n’ Pie

  (How many pies can you shove down May’s throat? Hurry, the clock is ticking!)

  Pig ’n a Blanket

  (Grab May and wrap her up in a blanket to send her back to the pen. Careful! She won’t go without a fight!)

  May She RIP

  (How will you get rid of May? Embarrass her to death? Send her off a cliff? Or make a mean breakfast? However you do it, do it quick before the king shows up!)

  http://www.GPBP.com

  GPS

  Have you spotted May with the king?

  If so, mark it here on the map!

  RAG CHAT

  Here you can discuss what awful rag May has on today.

  (There are currently 60 users online.)

  Petition:

  Save the king!

  Currently 99 users have signed up.

  Join us!!!

  “MAY”

  Has

  My

  Face

  Please, Please, Please

  Don’t ask me how I am feeling

  Below are letters

  Make your own words

  ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ

  It’s Only Been

  F O U R

  Hours

  Can’t write yet

  Can’t think yet

  Can’t breathe yet

  Go away

  Why Are You Reading On?

  n o t h i n g

  e

  r

  e

  NO ENTRY

  NO ENTRY


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  Me?

  Heart Is

  Mango tossed in street

  Run over by Mack truck

  Split Smashed Veins Valves

  Burst. Splat. Smear.

 

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