Why Am I Going Crazy?, chapter 2
*Jessies POV*
I stormed into the house from the ice cream shop... Why does my mom have to call all the times I'm actually having a good time and then when I have nothing to do...she leaves me alone?! I raged on in my head. She always did this... ever since my dad died (Which I still don't believe happened, because there was no funeral). GOD my mom is such a bitch!
My mom must've heard me slam the door because she yelled, "Don't slam the door Jessica Amelia Randolf! You know what you're capable of and the next time that door comes off those hinges you're gonna have to pay for it unlike last time."
I just rolled my eyes and pretended like I didn't hear what she said. "What the fuck did you want?" I shouted at her, starting up the stairs to my bedroom, but stopped halfway to hear my moms response.
"Oh, well I just wanted you home, dear, I was getting lonely," She answered from the kitchen.
"What the fuck mom? I was actually having a good time and you ruined it!" I shrieked, running up to my room.
"Watch your language Jess!" I heard her call up after me.
*Mike's POV*
"Man Billie, I love her...I just know it!" Mike told Billie as they walked home.
"Mike, don't be silly, you haven't even kissed her. How would you know?" Billie reasoned with his friend.
"Billie! I know it! I just do...I got this weird feeling the whole time she was around." Mike sighed...he couldn't stop thinking about her. Her beautiful brown eyes, her smile, everything.
"Mike! For fuck's sake get ahold of yourself!" Billie retorted, shaking his friend.
"Huh? What?" Mike asked, snapping back into reality.
"I think you may be right....you've got it bad." Billie sighed.
*Jessie's POV*
I lay on my bed, thinking about my new found friends...okay, okay...I was thinking about Mike. He had the most beautiful blue eyes, I must say that I'm a sucker for blue eyes. Wait, hold on a second...what was wrong with me? Why was I thinking of only him and not Billie? I think...no. Maybe I should call them. I finally decided, but my phone rang before I could dial Mike's number. What the- Mike's number was...calling me?
"He-Hello?" I stammered... How the hell did he get my number?, I thought.
"Hey Jessie!" I heard Mike's voice say on the other end.
"Mike, how the fuck did you get my number?" I demanded to know.
"I'm psychic!" Mike joked.
"Mike!" I yelled. "Seriously, tell me!"
"Okay, okay! When I was storing my number, I called myself so that I could save it and call you instead of waiting for you to call me," Mike said. I could tell that he was smiling from his voice.
"Well, why did you call?" I asked, only half interested.
"So I could ask you..."
I stormed into the house from the ice cream shop... Why does my mom have to call all the times I'm actually having a good time and then when I have nothing to do...she leaves me alone?! I raged on in my head. She always did this... ever since my dad died (Which I still don't believe happened, because there was no funeral). GOD my mom is such a bitch!
My mom must've heard me slam the door because she yelled, "Don't slam the door Jessica Amelia Randolf! You know what you're capable of and the next time that door comes off those hinges you're gonna have to pay for it unlike last time."
I just rolled my eyes and pretended like I didn't hear what she said. "What the fuck did you want?" I shouted at her, starting up the stairs to my bedroom, but stopped halfway to hear my moms response.
"Oh, well I just wanted you home, dear, I was getting lonely," She answered from the kitchen.
"What the fuck mom? I was actually having a good time and you ruined it!" I shrieked, running up to my room.
"Watch your language Jess!" I heard her call up after me.
*Mike's POV*
"Man Billie, I love her...I just know it!" Mike told Billie as they walked home.
"Mike, don't be silly, you haven't even kissed her. How would you know?" Billie reasoned with his friend.
"Billie! I know it! I just do...I got this weird feeling the whole time she was around." Mike sighed...he couldn't stop thinking about her. Her beautiful brown eyes, her smile, everything.
"Mike! For fuck's sake get ahold of yourself!" Billie retorted, shaking his friend.
"Huh? What?" Mike asked, snapping back into reality.
"I think you may be right....you've got it bad." Billie sighed.
*Jessie's POV*
I lay on my bed, thinking about my new found friends...okay, okay...I was thinking about Mike. He had the most beautiful blue eyes, I must say that I'm a sucker for blue eyes. Wait, hold on a second...what was wrong with me? Why was I thinking of only him and not Billie? I think...no. Maybe I should call them. I finally decided, but my phone rang before I could dial Mike's number. What the- Mike's number was...calling me?
"He-Hello?" I stammered... How the hell did he get my number?, I thought.
"Hey Jessie!" I heard Mike's voice say on the other end.
"Mike, how the fuck did you get my number?" I demanded to know.
"I'm psychic!" Mike joked.
"Mike!" I yelled. "Seriously, tell me!"
"Okay, okay! When I was storing my number, I called myself so that I could save it and call you instead of waiting for you to call me," Mike said. I could tell that he was smiling from his voice.
"Well, why did you call?" I asked, only half interested.
"So I could ask you..."
