Shooting Arrows

I wish people were like music so I could shut them off.

Seriously, where is that cute blue eyed boy? I mean stupid.

Let’s not get sappy and gross now okay? YES, a fucking bunny man have you seen that shit? Bunnies are like… wild. I dunno, they’re tiny and furry and I could easily get lost in its fur just petting it. That’s the best news I’ve heard all day, get me a bunny for Christmas. A male bunny, so the name Peter fits more. SLEEP IN MY BED, AUBREE. I don’t feel like walking all the way to my room anyway so I’ll seriously end up on the floor or on the couch, we’ll find out. I mean nothing, forget it. I’m coming now okay, are you fucking happy?!?!

Oh, I dunno, I guess it’s semi-true. You wanna know something about me? I swear that I want a bunny. I just thought of Peter Cottontail and now it makes me really want to get a bunny, dress it up in Easter pattern clothes and name it Peter Cottontail. How great is that?! Don’t be ridiculous, you can keep my bed, I don’t mind the couch. I used to crash on it all the time anyway. What a specific shirt.. If I come home, I probably won’t be doing anything fun. I can guarantee I’ll just eat through the kitchen because I’m hungry as fuck and then I’ll probably pass out because like I said earlier.. I’m so damn tired. Yeah yeah fine, you need me there to guard you.

Wait, whaaaaat? What did I tell you a couple times yesterday? Oh ALRIGHT then, I’ll take your word for it. So then there’s nothing you want to know about me as of right now? Why would I mind a girl being in my bed? It’s fiiiine, I’ll just crash on the couch whenever I come around. Which shirt did you take? That’s correct, I have to live up to the infamous Fang reputation by eating all the marshmallows in sight and not sharing.. Why are you so intent on me returning?

I wouldn’t miss you at all, I don’t know what has you thinking I would. Better not have been, I can’t have you finding things out about me while I’m not there to stop it. So you made yourself home under my sheets and raided my dresser? The shirt’s probably a dress on you. Oh sorry, I’ve managed to eat the entire bag just like that. None left.

Run over a mountain, of course. I mean, had there been any around here I would easily be doing that right now. Riiiiight my bedroom, I don’t care as long as you haven’t done any snooping around into my stuff. Oh here we go, I feel like you spoke about a boy body before to me… At least you’re well aware that you’re nowhere near my level of muscle. Apparently, you’re just not on any level with me period. Also, I’ve paused dancing now because I happened to find marshmallows.

Spending your nights out and about smoking cigs is definitely NOT exciting, you need to reach my level. Oh well thanks ever so much for the permission to enter my own place, I needed it or else I would’ve had to spend my night on the streets. So then you’re down for a bit of dance? It’s alllllllllll in the hip action, I’m sure you can do it if I can.

Don’t say that all sarcastically like you don’t mean it. I can totally, hundred percent, pull off that suit. You’re boring then, spending your nights inside all cranky and miserable. That’s no way to waste your teenage years. I don’t know, I feel both extremely exhausted but also like I could run a marathon and I’m conflicted on which route to take. Come over where? Are you inviting me back to MY own house? Can we dance? I’ve got killer moves. I taught myself to move like Shakira.

YEAH, that’s right. Made a name for myself. Second in command, killed two people, it’s like I’m fucking Ironman.

Because I’m a Fang right? An evil, badass Fang. Ooooh. 

Yeah, see, I knew it. The good old ‘Boo’ trick always does it. Fear me.

BOO. Am I scary or what?! I am, right?