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- All Jasper heard was "blah blah blah blah." His counselor was talking to him again about bad words and bad behavior. Seventeen year of this bullshit. It was like he was a little boy. Finally the boy was let go and Jasper was off to the stupid sunny house of s**t. When he got there, it was full of nothing but boys. That was ok, Jasper being the only man there, he could take care of them. Pride was something Jasper was full of. He spent the day looking over the crowd, looking to see if anybody was good enough to be his friend. None of them seem to empress Jasper the great, so he went to his room and locked the door. He sat on his bed and looked around to see if anybody was hiding in his closet. A bit paranoid . . . after checking he quickly raced over to his bag and dug around. "Please, I beg you, be in here." After some digging he found a box. "Thank the lord." He said as he hugged it. Gently, he opened the treasure box and pulled out a rectangle that was nothing but tissue. Until he unwrapped it, it was nothing but tissue, after revealed a small little notebook journal.
Smiling, he opened the notebook to a brand new page. Out of his pocket, he pulled out a golden pen he stole from the office and wrote down the date. Then his thoughts for the day. That was what the journal was about. Everything was in there. His crushes, his thoughts and what he really thought compared to what he said. Nobody every really was a friend to Jasper. So you could say this little notebook was his only friend. His wrote for about an hour before he noticed the time. Soon he stuffed the notebook under his mattress. After the lights were turned off, he went to sleep. Roughly eight hours later, he woke up. Quickly he took a shower with no worries at all. Once he got out, he put on his stripe shirt and and his favorite jeans and necklace and unlocked his door. He looked great in this outfit, just like he looked in all his outfits. As Jasper looked out the window, lighting flashed in his face, giving his a little jolt. "Oh s**t!" He shouted. Calmly he walked down to the kitchen. There he pulled out a bagel and some whipped cream topping. Soon he was happy in his own little world with his bagel. He was interrupted by the storm. Suddenly, his mood took a dive for the worst.
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c h - c h a - c h e s t e r b e a rChester smiled. That is all he ever did. Smiling and laughing was all Chester did. "Good morning!" Showing his bright white teeth to himself, Chester just felt so cheerful that morning. So what, he was kept up last night till like twelve and he was up at six, he was still alive. Alive, as alive you could be. He looked down at his large pajama pants. He loved them. Always, when people see Chester in his pajama pants they call him a little kid, never did Chester care. He put on a black wife beater on and a sweater over it. As he brushed his perfect white pearls, he poked around at the room furniture. He loved it. It was better then he old home. He didn't feel like a shower, plus, he took a shower at night. After he spit out the toothpaste, he cleaned his face and walked down stairs in his little pajamas.
He entered the kitchen, showing his bright little smile. Chester walked over to the frigde. "Hello!' He greeted all the guys in the kitchen. "How is everybody?" Pulling out a gallon of milk, Chester still had a wide smile on his face. "Excuse me." He said as he moved around the room to get to the cereal box. Then he did the same thing to get to the bowls. Soon he had himself a bowl of cereal with milk. Then he put away his tools and pulled out a spoon. Wondering where to sit to eat his breakfast, Chester's eye wondered around. Chester gave up and just stood there and eat. As Chester's breakfast entertainment, he watch all the other guys talk and play with each other. Chester never really liked to mess around with people sexually, he never really felt comfortable.
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- Jasper watched as people flooded into the room. "This is annoying." He thought to himself. None of them could ever measure up to Jasper in anything. One decided to slap some other dude's butt. It was funny to Jasper. Only one caught his eye and that was Noah but Jasper didn't really feel like talking to him but he didn't want to seem ruin to a possible companion. "Hey." He said. In fact, he turned his head to look at the boy out of some respect. "My name is Jasper." His voice sounded a bit stuffy. Maybe he was coming down with a cold? He didn't know, he didn't care. "What is your name?" Swallowing his saliva, Jasper felt his hand get sweaty. That was knew. Jasper's hand never got sweaty. Never. He was the best person in that room. Basically, he was talking to an underdog. He didn't even need to talk to the boy.
Jasper didn't know what to do. So he took a napkin and cleaned off his hands. "He is kinda cute." He thought to himself. That was new. "Nevermind." Thoughts flowed into his mind and danced around his head. Still, he kept his composer. His back was slightly bend a little and it started to feel a bit uncomfortable then he straighten it out. "Sorry about that." He said. "My back is a little stiff." WHAT, what the ******** did he just say? Why would Jasper ever say something like that. It was the stupidest thing in the world to say. Jasper was beginning to go nuts, it was official. Then he realized that the boy wasn't paying attention. That was ok with him.
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c h - c h a - c h e s t e r b e a rChestre ignored his comment about Abraham. Instead Chester was trying to ignore what Silas was wearing, then again, he was in his under garments as well. "I am great." Smiling, he continued to eat his cereal. "What are you up to?" He asked. Chester never tired to flirt with anybody. In fact Chester thought that wearing certain cloths where wrong but slowly, he started to wear it and it was alright. When Chester was younger, nobody flirted with him. He didn't know why. Maybe he didn't know that they were flirting or maybe Chester just wasn't cute enough. Out of nervousness, Chester's eye roamed around ignore the undressed male. "Who is that?" He asked as a distraction to the boys. He pointed straight at one random boy. It was Jasper. That wasn't smart. Chester knew it was wrong to point but he didn't know what to do.
Licking his lips, he finished his cereal. Quickly, he put away his dishes and washed him with a smile. "Yeah." Chester wasn't a social butterfly. Mostly because he never knew what to say to people. He wasn't really book smart. He wasn't street smart. He wasn't smart at all. Usually Chester would just say hi to somebody and then get ignored and Chester would leave and go some where else. Maybe he was overrating because somebody was talking to him. He opened his mouth to say something else until he got smacked in the face with a cream cheese bagel. He looked over to see Jasper who was laughing at Chester. "I'll be back." He said with a smile. He took the bagel off his head and walked out of the room. After nobody was around, he was off to his room to look at his cream cheese covered face.
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The trail was long and hard and everything seemed to be coming down on Chester. LITERALLY, Chester was running for is life. Jumping on over a hole in the ground, he almost hit a large rock. Instead, he hit a larger bigger . . . boulder. "Oh crap!" He shouted as the boulder started to roll. "I need to get out of here." Leaping off the boulder, he got in front of it. Ground shook beneath him. Chester looked back in horror. "I HATE CAVES!" Faster then a cheetah, Chester ran for his life as the large boulder came thrashing after him. Through out his little adventure, he had angered a couple of bats and well, here he was. Being chased down a hill in a cave by a huge ******** boulder. "I WANT TO GO HOME!" He cried, with his arms flailing in the air like a fish out of water. THERE! THERE! IT WAS ALIGHT AT THE END OF EVER LASTING TUNNEL. THERE, FINALLY! The boulder stuck itself in the cave opening as soon as Chester jumped for his life. Now, Chester's landing, PLOP! Right into a huge puddle of mud. "I hate this." He growled. He got up, rubbed off as much dirt as possible and checked if he still had his backpack on him. It didn't really matter because he would stock up on supplies at the next town or so. Reaching into his back pocket, Chester pulled out his phone. Unharmed, why? Because for some reason, in all his travels, Chester has never landed on his back. It was always a nice little face plant into a rock or something like that. He checked his messages, one from a princess and about thirty others from his mother. He didn't check it. He didn't care. At the next town he would charge up and get clean and lie on.
You could ask why he was on a little adventure. There was a slight little problem with Chester. Every night, he would turn into a sheep. A stupid little golden sheep. Chester's most hated animal. They were the most ugliest little things. One, they had horns. ARE THEY RAMS OR ARE THEY SHEEP. Two, their wool was annoying. It was all woolly and fluffy and gross and itchy. Three, they were annoying as hell. BAAABAAA this and BAABAAA that. The most hated sounds in the world. Four, THEY TASTE HORRIBLE. Chester had the best cooks back in England, never, did they fail to cook the best. Leg a lamb, worst taste in the WORLD. He would rather eat his own puke. Five, it was the very animal the witch was disguised as. The witch that cursed him. Every single night, he turns into the little fluffy beast. He moved all day. Then night fall and had already built a fire. One plus to his sheepish body was he was small and the bushes was a good place to hide at night. He would hid his backpack in the bushes and his cloths that he was wearing and then put out the fire and snuggle next to the cloths and backpack. Every night, he has the same dream about the night he was curse. It starts out, Chester waking up as a human. Filled with all his gold, all his priceless jewels, his cooks, nothing could ever do anything to him. Midday, he would be out, golfing in the spring, swimming in the summer, football in the fall and skiing in the winter. This day was a golfing day. Suddenly, the stupid fluffy beast BLOCKED his hole in one. "GUARDS!" He shouted. Demanding that was beast's head be chopped up and served to the jailed peasants, Chester's command was carried out hours after was.
The time was close. Chester had cleared his schedule to watch as the hole blocker was chopped to pieces. But then, as the knife came down, it . . . BROKE. The knife shattered. The black sheep jumped off the table and appeared in front of the prince.
Chester, your crimes against this kingdom will no longer rain upon us,
you will be curse, for all time. Never can you find a wizard or a witch to lift his curse.
TURN THIS PEEP INTO A SHEEP
you will be curse, for all time. Never can you find a wizard or a witch to lift his curse.
TURN THIS PEEP INTO A SHEEP
She waved her hand around and then she was gone. Nothing happened, and that is was sent everybody into a panic. Chester went through the doctor's scan at least one hundred time, still, nothing until night fall. There was a little golden sheep, siting on the bed. This started the real riot. Three months later, Chester was still in his sheep mode. Finally he turned back and everybody thought it was OK. But the next night, he was a sheep again! but instead of it being three months later he turned back into a human, it was in the morning. Soon Chester left a message for his parents. He was going to search for a way to stop his sheep from coming back.
The night passed and Chester got ready for the day. First off, by cleaning his cloths. He sat at the lake with just his boxers on. By the time his cloths died, it was noon and Chester was on the rode. Replying to all the message his mother was sending him. Then evening came around and he looked over the hill to see a village. He smiled. "Sweet, hope they have a nice stack of hey." He raced down to the village to nothing. "Where is everybody?" He asked the air. The sun fell before him. "Oh s**t." Before he knew it, he was shorter then usual. ********, he was the stupid fluffy beast.
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There was a roar in the distance. "That doesn't sound to friendly." He thought out loud. What was odd was that Chester couldn't talk through his lips. instead he had to learn to throw his voice. He couldn't shout when he was a sheep because his voice was weak. Another roar came. "Better get my things." He grabbed the bag and then was picked up. "Hey!" He dropped his bag in the middle or the road. "You know, I hate being picked up." He said as the women took him away. "You know for the last three villiges I have visited, they all have done this! 'OHHHHH GOLDEN WOOL, LETS SHAVE HIM!'" He mocked the last villages he visted. In fact, one almost did. Golden wool was a special trait that Chester had. "Hey, lady, please don't shave me, I like my hair." The women took him inside. As soon as Chester got set down, he looked around. It was infact a little house. "This is cute." He said looking around. "Hey, miss, you kinda left my stuff out there. Could you go back and get it?"
Chester looked out the window that was covered by a shade. "Why so covered -" He stoped talking when he saw a large dark cat looking thing sniffing his things. "HEY! HEY! You better leave that alone. I'll come out there, oh my god." His mouth hung open once the large beast ate his things in one bite. "Hahaha, nevermind." Closing the window, he pushed a basket in front of the door. "What kinda farm animals are that!?!?!" He shouted. "Jeez, this is a weird a** village." At this point, Chester would explain his situtation to the girl, well, first of all, he could talk like a human, and he was gold and he was a bit weird. Throughtout his travels, he has learned not to be so spoiled. Or at least he would hold it off until the village and then they would pamper him and he would be off. "I have never heard of this town." He said. "These house aren't familliar at all." He sat and thought about where he was. "You know, I might have been throwen off coruse because of that stupid cave! That is it." He raced over to the door and started to jump up torwards the knob. "I just need to get back to the cave and then I'll get back on track."
He learned that trick in one of the villages. He learned a lot from people. Chester never really valued anything that he learned because, well, the only reason why he did anything was because he wanted his old body back. "Hey, hey, babe, I need help." The knob was highed then usually. "What kind of people live here? People taller then six feet!" Then Chester jumping and started to scratch at the door. Somehow that was an instant. He picked up a lot of things from being a sheep. The akwardness of the sheep, he hated it. He ran from things, He hated that. He started to hang near other sheep, he deffiantly hated that. He looked at the girl. "What are you wearing!
He asked. Never has he seen any of this.
Never, never, never, this village was a mess. Look at their pitful town and their women and their pitful house and their animals. Chester made it a goal to get out of there by morning. With all his power he turned around a jumped for a door knob. HE GOT IT! Slowly the door open. Landing on the floor, he came head to head with a large beast. "Yeah, I don't have time to play little kitty." Chester leaped onto the beast head and over it's body. Then he came face to face with another one. It opened it's mouth. "What, am I suppose to like crawl in." Chester turned around and kicked the lion's mouth. The lion shot back and let out a yelped in pain. Chester must have hit a ceritical part on the lion's body. "Take that! Who else wants some of this!" Chester stood on his hind legs and took a battle stance. "Lets go butt munches!" He yelled. The beast gathered around. One approched to take the challenge. "TAKE THAT." Jump kicking the lion, the lion yelped in pain. It started to bolt along with the others. "Yeah, COME BACK WHEN YOU GROW A PAIR!" He shouted. Then he started to cough.
BAaaaa! BaaaAAaa!
Whenever he did something like sneezed or couched or talked though it's mouth, well, sheep language came out. It was annoying. "Well, that is what you get for messing with the prince!"
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c h - c h a - c h e s t e r b e a rChester smiled. That is all he ever did. Smiling and laughing was all Chester did. "Good morning!" Showing his bright white teeth to himself, Chester just felt so cheerful that morning. So what, he was kept up last night till like twelve and he was up at six, he was still alive. Alive, as alive you could be. He looked down at his large pajama pants. He loved them. Always, when people see Chester in his pajama pants they call him a little kid, never did Chester care. He put on a black wife beater on and a sweater over it. As he brushed his perfect white pearls, he poked around at the room furniture. He loved it. It was better then he old home. He didn't feel like a shower, plus, he took a shower at night. After he spit out the toothpaste, he cleaned his face and walked down stairs in his little pajamas.
He entered the kitchen, showing his bright little smile. Chester walked over to the frigde. "Hello!' He greeted all the guys in the kitchen. "How is everybody?" Pulling out a gallon of milk, Chester still had a wide smile on his face. "Excuse me." He said as he moved around the room to get to the cereal box. Then he did the same thing to get to the bowls. Soon he had himself a bowl of cereal with milk. Then he put away his tools and pulled out a spoon. Wondering where to sit to eat his breakfast, Chester's eye wondered around. Chester gave up and just stood there and eat. As Chester's breakfast entertainment, he watch all the other guys talk and play with each other. Chester never really liked to mess around with people sexually, he never really felt comfortable.
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A boy, black hair, black eyes and a nice little lip ring, emerged from under the covers. "God dammit." He shouted as he looked at the clock. Slowly he moved off his jet blue bed. Stubbing as if he were drunk, he felt around for the bathroom. "Where the hell is that b*****d a** room." Finally with one last fall, he landed on his gigantic red rug that sat in the middle of the bathroom floor. He shot up and looked around the dark room. "Alright..." He brushed it off and took off his only piece of clothing which was his boxers. He turned the white shower knob so the cold water would come falling down. Knowing that the water would take a while to become the temperature he would like it be, he took out his tooth brush.
He didn't care how much childish it was, he loved playing with it. A ball sat on the end which was made to some how made the tooth bush more 'soothing.' The tooth bush also said Mario. That was another feature that made the boy smile. Yes, in fact, his name WAS Mario in case you haven't figured out. Yea, go ahead. "Mario, do you like the game MARIO?!?!?!" PUHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA, NO. Mario never enjoyed that joke, it pretty much got old since the time he stepped foot in America. To tell the truth, He was born in Italy and moved to America just recently.
Today would be the first day in American School. Of course, Mario was just OVERFILLED with joy about attending a new high school in which he barely practiced the language of. The boy jumped into the shower right after he bushed his fine white pearl teeth. Shower consisted of three things: hair, face and chest. He did wash the rest of his body but not was much as those three parts. He was very proud of his tight adds and large muscles. Once he stepped his foot in America, he felt like the only person comfortable in his own skin. After the shower was done, he took a sit on the floor not really wanting to attend the school he is being forced to be at. "This is dumb." He told himself.
A good ten minutes passed before his mother shouted from the bottom of the stairs for him to hurry up. "ALRIGHT MAMA, I AM COMING!" He shouted back. He hopped off the shower floor and wrapped a towel around his skinny body. "Alright let do this thang." He said in a thick Italian accent. Smiled his looked at his body. "What does that even mean?" He asked himself. "Oh well."
A messenger bag sat on the other side of the room. The gold peace sign that was glued to the front reflected in Mario's eyes as he pulled his shirt over his head and on. "Don't worry I wouldn't never forget you." He walked over to pick it up without any pants on. He placed the bag on the bed. "You'll do well." He said smiling to himself. Just then he heard another yell from down the stairs. Mario sighed heavily and put on some plaid boxers and so black and white checkered skinny jeans. He slipped on some black high tops and was out the door. "Ok mama lets go." He yelled as he stepped down the stairs and out the wooden door.
"You can drive yourself." His mother said has she handed him the keys. "Be safe now!" She snapped. Also she followed up with the whole 'have fun' don't get your lunch money stole' and all those other help helpful tips. Mario was just glad to be out of his mother's attention. He walked to the nice black Grand Tortoni in which his parents got him for the whole sorry-we-are-taking-you-10192091381-miles-away-from-home present. Of coruse, Mario didn't have his driver's license until only two gays ago but his parent got him the car anyways
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A hand like figure emerged from the side of the bed and slammed itself on the black arm clock. As a head poked out from under the covers he looked at the clock. 7:15 is what it read in bold red numbers. "Huey! Huey!" Was heard from the kitchen. "Get up please or you are going to late for school!" The voice continued to shout. A low moan came from underneath the covers which from a large lump. By the time the human underneath got up it was about 7:45. Flopping over on his belly, another low moan came out. Long legs came out first and then the rest of the boy's muscular body. He was about more the average boy. His height was normal but the shoulders were a bit larger then a soccer player's but smaller then a stereotypical football player. His nice smooth legs appeared to be shaven quite often but really not much hair had grown since his high school years. The boy slipped on some slippers and slowly walked down stairs. He couldn't care any less about the fact that he was naked. It was a normal scene in the house for a boy to come out with nothing but his boxers on.
The grand hallway seemed to stretch for miles as Huey sleep walked down the endless path to the kitchen. It was a good thing that school started at about 9:45 or being late would be a daily thing. As if the walk from his room to the kitchen weren't long enough, the door leading to the kitchen was jammed, therefore making the trip longer and so much more exciting. Huey passed by a bird cage that held a colorful parrot that seemed to squawk all day and night. The only time it would shut-up is when you gave it you undivided attention. Once Huey came close enough his eyes flashed open. He fell onto the blank white wall. "Son of a . . ." He looked at the bird. "Hello." It said. Huey shook his head. "Oh my gosh." With a fast paced breathe he got back up. "Don't you have anything else to do on your free time?" He inquired as he glared at the bird's large black eyes.
Huey slowly moved around the cage constantly looking at the bird in order for it to know that he was paying attention. Cleverly he threw a tiny paper clip, in which he grabbed from a near by table and tossed it. The bird's attention shifted as Huey made his escape. "Dumb bird." He chuckled to himself. Stephine, who was Huey's 'loving' step-mother, was in her usual place, washing the dishes. She looked over her shoulder and then quickly snapped her focus to what she was doing. Huey slowly pulled out one of the four old wooden chairs from the brand new marble table. It was an old match but the matching chairs aren't being delivered until two weeks after the table was delivered. Huey of course questioned it, but he was brushed off and ignored as usual. It seemed like the only time he got paid any attention to is when his Pre-Cal. grade dropped from a 99 to 93. "OMFG my grade got dropped 6 god dammed points." Were the exact words that came out of his mouth once his parent confronted him. And with Huey's luck, that got him grounded from even longer.
Sighing deeply, he watched as Stephine set down a breakfest plate in front of him. Ham, sausage, scrabbled eggs, bacon. It all seemed like the prefect breakfast. Another sigh escaped Huey's mouth as he picked up a fork. He dug it into the eggs and placed it into his mouth. It didn't seem that tasty but that was the only thing he could ate. "Step, I am done." He announced as he stood up and waddled over to the refrigerator. "You didn't eat your meat." At this moment, Huey's shoulder raised and fell. "Step, I am a vegetarian." Every time Stephine cooked him something, those words were repeated. It has gotten to the point were he ate things that touched the meat products now. He became angry with the fact that some of the taste of the meat infused itself with the other foods. What also comes to mind it the fact that she is trying to get Huey to eat meat again which only ticked Huey off more.
It wasn't like his didn't like her, in fact she was a very nice women but sometimes the things she does would make Huey go nuts. Huey took a large gulp of the milk without putting it in a glass. Huey ignored anything that Stephine was telling him as he packed his lunch for the day. It was a very hard thing for somebody like Huey to find something to eat from lunch. So he packed a PB&J sandwich, a bag of chips, fruit roll-up and a mango drink. It didn't really take much to fill him up but if it didn't then he always carried a dollar for something extra.
Stephine turned her back on him and he sprinted out of the kitchen with his packed lunch. He dodged the parrot in the room and made a one-man-stampede from his room. The clock read 8:23 has he shut his heavy wooden door. He leap into the shower. Thanks to the water heater, there was a blast of cold water then the hot water stung his body. Quickly he turned it down to his linking and continued with his shower: shampoo, rinse, shampoo again, rinse, conditioner, axe smelly soap with use of a rag and then rinse of the body. Steam rose from the bathroom as he turned the fogged white knob to the 'off' position. He pulled a towel that was hanging on the bathroom wall of and wrapped it around his body. Drying his hair with another towel he plugged in his straightener. "All hot guys use straighteners." is what he say when somebody told him he was a sissy for having on in the first place. The good thing was that the straightener was one of those 'from wet to dry' ones so Huey could get lazy and not do his hair like you are suppose to.
The towel was still wrapped around him as he exited his bathroom. His straightener took a while to heat up so he of course went to pick out his clothing at this time. He pulled out his plain white boxers a long with an undershirt. Picking and choosing from all his cloths, he pulled out some khaki colored shorts that had an eagle on one of the back pockets and a lose fitting t-shirt that read 'Chess club' across the front. Some other things where on the back but Huey didn't really pay attention to them because he couldn't see his back. He went back to his straightener, which wasn't quite ready. He reached into a cabinet on top of his toilet seat and grabbed a strange blue container. The container read 'ever-lasting gel.' Of course, the label wasn't really accurate but it did last a good 12 hours. A good ten minutes passed by has Huey straightened and gelled his hair to his liking.
Out of all the events that happened, it was still only 9:01, Huey was never alarmed by the time. It just passed by him. For a about 15 minutes Huey gathered up the rest of his school supplies and headed out the door to his black corvette in which was giving to him as a sorry-mommy-left-and-now-we-replaced-her gift. Huey didn't care as long as he got the car and nobody else but him sat in the drivers seat. He raced off to school with a big bang. No less then 5 minutes later he arrived in the student parking lot. He always drove cautiously especially in this parking lot. Backing up into his normal parking space, he watched every single person that drove or walked pass him. The new freshman were always surprised by his car and the seniors always glared at him.
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BAMP! Jasper hit the floor, face first. "[********]!" He shouted. "Every single ******** day!" Sighing, he got up and then walked over to the door. He looked into the hallway. Nobody was there. "Shower's mine!" Naturally, Jasper's voice was loud. His head started to pound. Hangover time. Judging by his bed, he tossed and turned the whole night and finally landed on the ground. Why was he tossing and turning? Because he was drinking before he went to sleep. Oh, Jeez, what was the world going to do with him. Stumbling into the bathroom, everything was red. After rubbing his eyes, it became a bit better. "[******** hell." Random things came out of his mouth after that. The door slammed shut. He fell next to the toilet. The seat was already up. "Blllaaaaaakkkk." Soon the water was a nice brown color. Gross. He flushed the toilet. He didn't really care what happened to it afterward. He just got up and then took off his boxers then, into the shower.
Most of the time, Jasper just stood there in the shower, not really doing anything. Then he would start to wash his hair. Then he stood there again. He would finish washing his hair. After zoning out again, he would wash his chest and his mid section. Again, he zoned out. Then he washed his legs and his arms and his face. Then he stood there again, zoned out. Luckily, the soap washed off while he was staining there. It was like he was on drugs, but he hates that bullshit. Finally after a good fourthly-five minutes, he got out and dried off. Damm, that was a long shower, especially for a dude. He stumbled through the hallway again, crashing into people's doors and furniture. He could hear one of his roommate yelling at him. "JASPER, GOD DAMMIT." It was Cameron. "Shut up weed whacker!" Jasper yelled back at her. Cameron through open the door. "[******** you!" She screamed. It was their fifth fight in two days. They didn't get along, at all.
Cameron, she was pretty much high. All the ******** time. Her favorite thing in the world was her glass pipe that she got from he father. Unfortunately, her father passed away a year old because of his smoking habits but Cameron didn't care, she did it anyways. ******** what all the schools say about drugs, weed and other things. Who cares, it was her life, she could do what ever the hell she wanted. If fact that morning she was already as high as the rocky mountains. Even if she was on weed, it would still be the the same thing. She hated Jasper's ******** guts. They continued to scream at each other. Cursing, yelling, screaming, it was a wonder why somebody hasn't called the cops yet. After that, Cameron slammed the door to her room and Jasper stormed off into the kitchen to grab a drink, like he always did after they fought. He mixed his drinks and then started to gulp down his drink. On the other hand, Cameron went to her pipe.
After a couple of minutes, Cameron was stoned. Her best friend, Samantha was next to her. She always came around when Cameron was high. They joked around, talking about the latest gossip in New York(that is where Samantha lives). Laughing, giggling, making jokes, it was all a good time. Then they found a little mouse in the corner. They trapped the little thing inside a laundry basket and started to play with it, taught it with cheese and other things. Cameron didn't feel like letting the poor thing go.
[occ]i am sorry this sucks big time DX[/occ]
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