Jesse,
Fine. Pick me up tomorrow at seven.
No, I just want to see your house and meet your parents. Sometimes I can be really nosey. So yeah. But I have to hurry. I've got an exam to revise for, by the way.
Also, just to defalte your ego a little more: your arms are not big, in fact, Nate has better 'guns' than you. So don't worry, I'm not coming for that factor.
Morgan.
P.S: Oh, just so you know, Stephanie from my biology. She was talking about you today in class. She had and I quote (I might be paraphasing here but I think I got it right): "Jesse Jackson is such a dick with a large set of teeth and a small brain not to mention he's a dick. Twat better never come near me. I don't want to catch something off that prick."
P.S.S: Then Christine from photography said: "The things I would do to that boy..." when your name was mentioned. It's established that she has a crush on you. Good luck with that one. Don, her ex, jump in front of a car because he was fed up of being stalked by her. And they were going out.
Oooo, two girls, one stalker and one an enemie... you come with a lot of baggage now, Jesse. I don't think I'd ever be able to date you (NOT THAT I WOULD BEFORE - just sayin') now. Those other girls are just too much weight. Sorry. ;)
P.S.S.S: We're going to watch a chick flick whether you like it or not.
A/N: So I update, in return, I'd love for some people to read my story: What About Now, Sir? Please, pretty please. I'll update tomorrow if you do! :D
BINABASA MO ANG
Five, not Seven? (2 - complete)
Teen Fiction[PART TWO OF: I'm five, were you meant to dial seven?] Morgan met Jesse because of her mobile phone. He texted a cheeky message to 07657 234 562 instead of 07657 234 762. Now, after having made conversation and finding out that they go to the same...
