BTW...

I might never post this comment, but if it is posted (that would probably be the only reason you are reading this) it may not have been posted on the day it was written. And the next post might never come out. I am only writing this to hear myself type. *laughs*
Taschia

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Gossip #3

December 7, 2009
Well, in seventh grade Brandon didn't go to USN because she moved to Princeton for a year. When she came back to Nashville she went to Mousie's bar mitzvah, and that was the first time she was back in the USN community. The first person who goes up to her, or so she says, was Blondie. If you ask me, he probably wasn't the first person who came up to her and asks her were in the heck she had been, but she just needed a good excuse to like him. She was just wondering (more like hoping) that he would "crush on" her like she "crushed on" him. She came up with this wacky theory in which they had liked each other in fourth grade and now, four years later, they might like each other again. I didn't really get it, but I just went along, but you can probably guess how that would go. (aka, NOT WELL AT ALL!) But hey, what can I say (and get over the rhyme) not every one can remember their heart. Okay, back to the gossip: Brandon was all exited and the next part happened REALLY fast. She has a Face(book), just like everyone else but a few people (which includes me) and she and Blondie would chat when she had finished her homework and he had finished with his gymnastics. They would chat every day, or so it seemed, and all I could think was that Brandon was gonna get hurt. But what I got wrong was that I thought that she would not get ANYWHERE with the Blondie-liking-her-back thing. Originally she asked him if he liked anyone, and his response was that he liked to people and he could not "decide", but he was pretty sure he liked one of them better than the other. She than confessed and he admitted that one of the girls (yeah, he is no homo (and I've got nothing against them), even though he would probably do it with just about anybody, be they male or even human, Brandon would probably kill me for saying that.) was in fact Rachel and the other was a new student this year who's from Mexico and has come to stay with family friends. Her name is Ella. For a few days all Brandon could talk about was how much she HATED Ella.(*NOTE FROM THE PRESENT* She hated the girl who was Blondie's girl-fried-end earlier this year, but they broke up and now Brandon is best fried ends with her.) Eventually that passed and Blondie "chose" Brandon "over" Ella. I don't think that Ella caught on to any of this. More specifically was told to me by MeL, a Guatemalan exchange student, that Ella had a "thing" for Robbie. (He was liked by both Leia and The Golden Poof, though it seems quite obvious that Leia was the one with the higher chance to "score" him.) So Brandon and Blondie would, again, chat during the night on Face(book). But this time they were with the knowledge that one liked the other a little too much. Brandon would, about once or twice a night re-confess her "liking him", and it was an accomplishment if she did not even mention it. I think once he was even the one to start the chain of "I like you"s. One night there was even a crisis because she typed something like this:
"I LIKE YOU A LOT!"
And his response was not in all caps! Oh my! It was just about unbearable to listen to unless you were me and I was not doing the best thing either, I was sort of "studying" it. Since I don't get how she jumps off a cliff, the whole time I was trying to understand how all the pieces could possibly could fit into place. She didn't end up telling me lots of stuff, well at least while it happened, because she started to drift off to people like Alix and Ters because they knew, and know, Blondie better. I guess to her the world had a lot to do with Blondie now. But then that foreseeable (is that a word?) day came. When I got to school she told me she told me the news.
You'll find out what she said tomorrow!
Taschia

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