Something Stupid (And easy to read)

[chuna]

If you remember that other stupid story I made well here's a spin-off/continuation/whatever of it! It's not anything close to the best story here in the crypt but I need to release all the stupidity in my head. YAY FOR ME. And, as promised, this is easier to read than twilight. And probably as stupid.

1

"Vince -----" Enter.

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Okay, he has new pictures? Thank you, Vince, for being stupid enough to make you Facebook for everyone. Or public. Or whatever.

Click. Click. Loading.

Bam! His face is everywhere. Man, the guy is vain as hell.

"OMIGAWD NADI! He broke up with me!"

Shet, it's my best friend crying again. "Who's the guy now, Ella?", She gives me this "What" look she does that looks like this on the computer: /.

"Eww, did you just call me Ella?" Ella snaps.
"You just called me Nadi." I spin my chair to her. 'Cause it's a 'Swivel chair'. Or at least that's what mom said.
"Yeah, but Nadi's cute and Ella's just....cheap, skanky, girly...like a shallow girl or something."
"Well, you are sort of --"
"No I don't wanna hear this crap! Logan broke up with me gawd I need ice cream and cookies and cupcakes and " All the fat needed to fill an elephant, she cries. Being the nice friend I am, I get off my swivel chair to get her ice cream.
"Hey, you, don't touch anything O.K.?" I point at her, then at the computer, and hope she understood what that meant. She doesn't reply, and I'm off to the kitchen.

What ice cream should I get her? Let's see, it's raining tonight, and she did say something about cookies so...Chocolate Chip cookie dough! Maybe 2 scoops is enough...Nah, I'll make it 3 'cause Logan was kinda hot. Kinda. Hot.

"Hey Kris, I got your cookie icecream thang and what the hell." I drop her bowl of ice cream on my clean bedroom floor. Not. But I was about to when I saw what she was doing.
"You....you...bastard!"
"So, who's this Vince -----, person you're not telling me about?" She clicks on all the pictures I haven't checked yet. Man, why does my computer work faster when she uses it?
"He's my cousin, bitch." Boom.
"Well, I'm not buying that, bitch" Boom, baby.
"Well, I'm not giving you your ice cream HAH I have the best comeback BOOM, betch!"
But then I forgot I put the ice cream in front of her. But she doesn't know how many calories she's taking in right now. We continue to argue but then that's all too long to narrate.

She forgets about Vince, my boyfriend who doesn't really know what should be between him and I, (It's Love) and continues crying about Logan.
"I mean,...why didn't he call me?...I gave him my nummer and...an 'en he just comes up to this slut and..." Her hands filled with tissue. She's finished with her ice cream.
"You know, just because someone asked you on a date--"
"He didn't asked me I asked him!"
"...Woah, that's sad."
"I know right!"

Kriselle maybe pretty as hell, but she sure is dumb as hell, too. If hell was dumb...or pretty... ... Hmm. Whatever.

Ice cream, Sulking, Arguing. This is how Kriselle and I usually bond. And I guess that's how we became best friends, too. This is all too weird.


This is like a series of one-shots, I can feel it. I'll make it even shorter next time cause it seems too sloppy. Flame all you want--FLAME ON.

[J e e c o .]

Naw, it's all good. XD I find your writing style funny and interesting. XDD Really. It's not shallow too. I didn't find that sloppy or anything. O:

[chuna]

AWW, We have a sweet one right there in Zamboanga.

[Blessed Devil]

It was well-written, actually. I like how concise it was. The narration is nice for comedy. I specifically burst into laughter when I saw this line:

Well, I'm not giving you your ice cream HAH I have the best comeback BOOM, betch!

One thing I don't like is how unbelievably stupid this "Kriselle" is, and how she shields herself from any and all criticism, especially of her intelligence. She reminds me of religion!

Oh, and Jee was right, it wasn't sloppy. I think it just said what needed to be said. It sacrificed an artistic narration for a concise, easy-to-read one, and I think it helps the short-attention-span readers to not be bored.

[chuna]

Thanks for the criticism, BD. And yeah, I was aiming for easy-to-read. I'm no good wqith artistic narration like what Martin would do.

Haha, I'll make Kriselle a bit smarter next time.

[tofiluk]

Actually, I'm fine with having stupid characters, as long as the story's good and the plot's clever, unless no one in it is smart enough to have a good POV, fuhaha.

I like how frank it is and how natural the story telling goes. Yay, two thumbs up for me.

[TiniWini]

Awesome start. Hope it isn't a one-shot. You have potential. XD

I love how you wrote it to narrate so funny. XD

[chuna]

2

The mall was filled with guys. And ain't one of them hot.

I was shopping, almost. And Kris was fitting this dress and that, because she felt really bad for being so pathetic about guys.

"Aww, Kris, I didn't mean to be so frank and tell you how pathetic I think you are" Kris pulls the curtains open real fast to reveal her and this dress. Together.
"Yeah, well, what do you think?" Her dress was a certain highlighter yellow, it was annoyingly bright, and Kris got all tan this summer from swimming. But other than that...
"It looks great." Kris raises an eyebrow.
"Oh, really?"
Oh shit, she's reading my mind! LALALALALALALALALALALALA [Note how I am thinking this so she doesn't hear my thoughts]
"O.K. I'll buy it!" She twirls back to the dressing room and after the buying process, we leave.

We walk. We talk. But not simultaneously. So we headed for the coffee shop.

It was, of course, filled with all these people with laptops and smelled like strong coffee and airconditioning.
I order the smallest sizes for us because, honestly, all this comfort eating Kris has been doing is making us fat. I rush to comfort food too everytime she's hurt. Man, I'm such an awesome friend.

"Hey Kris, here's the coffee" I was about to lay it on the table when -
"That was fast." This guy turns to look at me. He had tattoes on his arm and a few piercings on his face. I was scared -
"Oh, sorry. I thought you meant me." I froze and he just keeps talking to me -
"See, my name's Kris too" and then he smiles at me and wow, I melt. But I was still frozen so ... is that possible?
"Oh, Oh! Yeah, my friend's name is Kris too so I was gonna...uh...yeah. You know." I giggle. Screw me for that. Act cool. Act...cool.
"Wow, I get called too often with this name. Ahahaha. What's your name?" His laugh is so cool I wanna slap him. Wait, what's my name again?
"Uh..."
"My friend's name is Nadine. And I'm Kriselle." Kris nudges me. Her nudge meant 'Wake up someone's talking to you'. I nudged back: 'Thanks now go get your coffee and sit'. She does just that and leaves me alone with Kris.

"That's pretty cool, my Kris is with a "C". Wait, there's my coffee." He gets his coffee: He walks slow-mo to the counter, looks back for a second and picks up the cup with his right hand. Now, he walks back and runs his left hand through his hair and THAT's how he gets his coffee.

"Nadine, wanna sit down with your friend..." We look at Kris, who was signaling 'No, don't mind me I've done enough shopping'.
"Or do you wanna sit with us?" Wait, us? I look at Kris again but she's not there anymore. I have no choice. I examine Cris' face and pray he's not...one of those people.


"Uh, I'll sit with you if that's Okay." Kris you sneaky bitch, come back and save me.

Oh yeah, most of it is inspired by my summer.

[chuna]

3

Cris didn't seem like such a wonderful person after all. Not when you're alone in the mall for the first time with these potentially hot strangers.

He leads me deeper into the coffee shop. Without my Kris, the mall is a jungle filled with homo sapiens who stare you down. Or maybe it's just me. We, finally after the longest walk, get to his table.

Oh wait, it's their table.

Cris ehems, "Nadine, this is Miguel. Miguel, say hi."
"Hi...Na-dine" Miguel reaches a hand out to me. I pretend not to notice.
"Hello, Miguel." Cris and I sit down. This has got to be the worst move of the night.

They talk, I listened. I tried to answer as smartly as I can if ever so they'd think I'm smart. Smart people don't get tricked too easily, because the people who trick smart people are probably smarter. But this night HAD to end soon. I reach for my phone and text:

"Mom. Can you please pick me up in [insert mall name here]? Please?"

"Fuck you Kris. Get back here and save me. Thank you. Not."

"Kuya, pwede pa-sundo? Libre kita ng coffee. :> " For Kuya, I was planning to just give him my untouched coffee.

"Error Sending. Try again? [Yes or No]" But I guess that won't happen.

I pressed 'Yes' around 5 times before I decided I didn't have load anymore. I am screwed.

"Hey, Nadine, is there a problem?" Miguel noticed me smashing the phone under the table. He probably also noticed the sadness on my face shift to desperation and fear.
"Oh, uh, I just...ran out of load." I look up and smile. Now, this is when I notice how Miguel looks like. He didn't have any piercings like Cris did, nor did he have tattoes or anything dark and undecent in my lola's eyes. Unlike Cris, his hair didn't have gel, and he didn't have rings or anything. His face also didn't have any blemishes. He looked like an angel, but I'm not saying Cris looked demonic. ... Maybe just a little dark and confused.
"Do you wanna go home?" Miguel asks with such concern in his tone. Cris was looking at me too, but he was more interested in what I was wearing, I think. Oh gosh, I dress horribly.
"Well, you guys are great but, yeah. I need to get home." And away from you two.
Cris puts down his drink. "We can drive you home." Oh no. Please.
"Actually, Cris can drive you home. I have to leave, too." And I was hoping Miguel would offer, he looked more...like the type to.
"Oh, that's too much. I'll just..."
"I don't think you commute." Cris stands up. Miguel does too.
"Delikado para sa'yo. Eh, gabi na." Miguel reaches for his keys in his pockets and the next thing I know we're walking to his car.

"No, please, it's Okay Cris. Marunong naman ako mag-taxi, eh." I was begging him.
"'Wag ka na pakipot. Just get in the car." Cris opens the door for me. Miguel laughs and walks away.
"Well, nice meeting you, Nadine." He raises a hand like he was about to wave it, but he didn't.
"Okay lang yan, mabait si Cris." And he's gone. Miguel looks at me, and I think he would force me in but sensed I'm scared him. Well, I was desperate to go home.
"Thank you." I hope in his...Innova? I'm no good with cars.
"No, thank you for getting in, finally." He gets in and we close the doors. I think of where my rosary is.

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I need to know car names. =_='

[J e e c o .]

Miguel seems human, Cris does not. XDD I think that's a better way to describe it, anyway.

Car names! CAR CAR CAR CAR <--- incredibly senseless. Haha.

Nabitin ako. CONTINUE. *poke* XD

Oh, and did this really happen? Or somewhat like it? XD