I'm gonna make this one brief, as I don't have a whole lot of time.
New seats in English: Not sitting next to friends, but Eliot and Will are still near each other, and still pretty near me. Should be interesting.
Before class started, I was sitting on my desk, and Will was just coming in. He went over and hugged Katie, then looked at me, and said harshly, "What." He sat down on the top of his desk.
I pouted, saying, "Will, you're so mean! You give Katie a hug, then get all mad at me!"
"Aww, I'm sorry," he replied, and held his arms open for me. I hurried to put my stuff down, though my bag got caught on the sleeve of my dad's jacket, which I'm borrowing while he's away. It must have looked like a bit of and awkward hug; him sitting on his desk while I stood in front of him. Oh, well.
We had a game today. Basketball. No, I don't play the sport. I'm in Pep Band. Our job is to entertain the crowd, cheer on our team, and, most importantly, distract the other team. Haha. We've taken to singing "Happy Birthday" at free throws. x3 Yup, I'm that much of a nerd. Actually, it's part of our grade. Still pretty fun, though. Whether or not I will have a voice tomorrow is still questionable; I was screaming a whole lot as Alex and I, as well as some other people, led everyone in the wave.
Afterwards, Christine and I went partially home together, and I asked her if SHE thought Eliot and I would make a good couple, as something Lisa had said about it was bugging me.
She asked me if I wanted an honest answer, and I said yes. She immediately said we would.
I managed to get a better reason for it out of her than Lisa's "You're hair matches!" or Emily's "You were destined to be together!", for which I am grateful. Apparently, our personalities are very similar, and we make the same sort of jokes.
She also said that she has thought this since she first met Eliot--in SEVENTH GRADE. I asked if I was the only one who doesn't see all this. "Probably," she replied, grinning. We both started laughing, though it wasn't really funny. It was just one of those moments.
Gotta go before my mother explodes. -.-
Love,
Faye
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