Unwell

Joel couldn't take it anymore. He'd been reading this thread going on 5 days. This girl was just too damn good of a writer and suddenly it seemed like she jumped off the planet and went missing.

"Oh, no she didn't! Not without finishing my story! I gotta know who was on the fucking phone."

Joel had to think of a way to get, PerfectLoser to post more...

Hmmm...

He looked at the unused webcam.

A light bulb went off, *ding*

Joel turned the camera on and stripped down to his SpiderMan boxers. He turned up the stereo loud and began singing at the top of his voice...

"I'M NOT CRAZY, I'M JUST A LITTLE UUUUNNNN-WELL"

He sang out of key, he didn't know why, it just felt right! Finally he finished and he got as close to the cam as he could.

"Post Biatch!"

He left a PM for PerfectLoser and within hours, Joel was reading her story.

"Good damn this is good. I wonder if I'm gonna have sex with her, well if I don't find out about her secret drinking problem."
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