Yeah, I haven't posted in a while, so I should start with first things first.
I always used to laugh at teenagers when I was younger, about age eleven. They would gossip about boys, school, and clothes, which to me was so stupid. Especially the word drama. But that's what I got myself caught up in. Drama. Great.
Lately, Andrew's been treating his brother Damian like crap. It all started when I got sick- I was sick with something for a few days- when Andrew insisted I come over so he could take care of me. And he tried his boyish best; he attempted to make soup and piled tons of blankets on me.
Sometime in the afternoon, Andrew bent down for a kiss. I resisted and turned my head, partly because I didn't want him sick as well, and partkly because he was putting pressure on me and it hurt. I told him that and we got into a sort of fight.
Finally, Damian walked up behind him, grabbed him by the shoulders, and pulled him off of me. He told Andrew that he was hurting me, and yelled that I didn't want to kiss him.
So Andrew picked up the hint that I was pissed, so he left to go mope in his room. Meanwhile, Damian and I were having a fine time in the living room. When Andrew came back out, he was even more pissed.
From then on, he's been stealing his brother's things, "accidently" broke his cologne and lost his hat, and pushed him down in the hallway, causing him to hit his head on the table.
That did it. I went off on Andrew about what an asshole he was being, and that I would break up with him if he ever touched his brother (or his possessions) again. This caused Andrew to finally cool down on his brother, but I'm still on Damian's ass for telling me if his brother's doing anything. But Andrew seems to be okay with his brother for now, and besides, he bought me a chocolate rose and a plushie. Hey, my love's easily bought.
I went to go get some clothes a few days ago. I bought a lot of cute shorts, T-shirts, and socks, along with a killer black trench coat. So on Friday, Mikaela and her boyfriend Stephen, along with Andrew and I, went to go see Despicible Me. I wore some capries, a T-shirt, and my heels. I thought I looked good and not even remotely slutty. It's not like I was wearing short-shorts and high heels- I had on capries and my wedge heels.
Andrew and I were standing there when I overheard Mikaela and her mom, who was there to drop her off. Her mom was commenting on how I was dressed; apparently, in her words, I looked, "Like a baby hooker. I swear, Mikaela, if you ever dress like that you're grounded. Watch her shove her tongue down her boyfriend's throat, she looks like a tramp."
Wow. Thanks, Mikaela's mom. And Mikaela's brother added that I was annoying and probably had a STD.
I wanted to cry. I didn't even know her brother, but I've always tried to be nice to Mikaela's mom, and she's always seemed to like me. It made me feel loads better when Mikaela yelled at her mom for saying that.
They still don't know I heard.