OKAY. SERIOUSLY, ANTON.

IT'S OVER.

OH-VEE-EE-ARE.

OVER. 

I do not want you back as a boyfriend.
I do not want to join your reenacting unit.
I do not want to ask you to my homecoming.
I do not want to be asked to your homecoming.

Stop dropping the sappy, subtle-as-a-hammer hints!

They aren't going to work.

I have three angels.

You, oh blond lecher, are not one of them.

I don't want you purring in my ear, stroking my hands, or trying to kiss me again.

You had nothing of substance to say.

Interested?

HA!
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Anyway, today a miracle occured. No, the sun did not dance, the flowers did not turn into butterflies, and there wasn't a bomb threat. It was a little miracle, one hardly worth noticing if they did not know the Sable Angel that well.

He missed me!

I honestly thought he was too cold to miss me. I thought he saw me as stupid, and two days of me not being on the bus wouldn't matter at all.

Just goes to show you, God has a sense of humor.

He greeted me, he smiled when he saw me coming towards the bus. His eyes lit up like Joe's do when he's holding a rifle. I almost needed sunglasses...XD Anyway, he borrowed my College Stereotypes sheet. I just hope he doesn't get the Socrates stereotype Terra wrote on the back!

It's nice to know that someone like that considers you a friend.

I feel a little guilty, focusing on Mike so much. It's like I'm betraying Mattie...but Mattie hasn't been online. Ugh. I mean...I love Mattie, but it's so easy to stray from him. I can't see him, I can't touch him. I'm dreadfully unfaithful, I suppose. Buu's not too happy with me.

Ah well.

C'est la vie.