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HE'S RICH, COOL, POPULAR, AND CUTE!
WHO IS HE? OR BETTER YET, WHAT IS HE?


Frist Meet
As we were walking home from the conner store, my friend
Cristie ask if we had gotten everthing for my mother. "Sure we did,
well I hope we did, because if we didn't I don't know what she
would do to us." At the end of that sentence I had to giggle, so
Cristie knew I was joking. "Ha. Ha. Okay. As long as she don't kill
us I think we'll be fine." As we started to laugh at her joke, a Red
Corvet pulled up beside us. We stopped laughing and looked at
beutiful car. The guy who was drving the car, rolled down the pas-
sanger window and asked, "Would you young, gourous, ladies
like a ride?" We looked at the handsom stranger and then looked
back at each other, we looked back at the stranger and we both
shook our heads different ways. Cristie shook her head yes, and I
shook my head no. The handsom stranger smiled and opened the
passanger door. Cristie started to get in, untill I grabbed her arm.
"What are you doing?" I asked. "Well he offered to ride us back,
it's a long walk." She said. She got out of the car and walked next
to me . "Look" she whisperd. "He's really cute and he looks about
our age, what could posibley go wrong?" She was right, he's really
cute, has a nice car, and he's our age. "Well.......... Okay." I said.

We got into his car. I got the front seat, because I got
in last. Cristie was in he back with the food, and looked really mad
I tried smiling at her, but that didn't seem to work, so I just look-
ed forward. "So where are you pretty teens going?" The boy asked.
Cristie told him before I could speak. "28754, on westcheery street."
He looked at me and asked, "Why are you all the way down here?"
"We had to go to a surtin store for my mom." Then I smiled, because
I got to say it before Cristie could. "Ha! Take that Cristie." I thought
to myself. He kept giving my sly looks, tiny smiles at the conner of
his mouth. He looked at me and said, "My name is Brenden Spencer
Urie, and you are?" He gave me another sly look, and then I said
my name, "My name is Mistie Nikki Rexford, But I like to be called
Nikki, so yeah." "I like it! It suits you." He said. "Really?! Well
thanks." I said with a smile. "Your welcome, now sorry we ignored
you sweetie but, what is your name?" Cristie told him her name and
started to talk about the things she likes. I got the feeling that he
didn't really care.







Likes????
By the time he dropped us off, we were talking about
shoold and where I was going next year, I said "I'm going to
'West Chester High'." That's the school Cristie's going to too.
Brenden told me that he was going there too. And he also said I
was going to meet alot of nice people.

See, I just moved here from Minnisota, so of course I'm
going to find new friends!

"Yeah Nikki, just moved here about two weeks ago,
and we met a week after. See I live down the street from her.
"She was talking with a smile. "Me and her are like best friends
now!" She sounds like a little kid. I moved my hand up to my
head while she was talking because she sounded so stupid.
Brenden pulled into my driveway and told "me," not Cristie, (he
wasn't really facing her) "I live on Blackberry Drive. It's the biggest
house you can't miss it." Then he looked at Cristie with a smile.
Then he looked back at me showing his white glimmering teeth.
He rached over my lap and opened the door for me, I frove as he
did this. "Thank you." I said. And he just nodded in reply.

I got out and let Cristie out. She couldn't stop staring
at me. She brought the food with her and started bringing the bags
inside. I took one last look at Brenden and started to close the
door, "Hold on." I froze when he spoke to me. He leaned on the
passanger seat and looked up at me. "Yeah?" I asked. "Heres my
number, call when ever you like." He hands me this piece of paper with
his number on it. "Sure I will. Oh, uh do you want me to give Cristie
your number," he interupted me before I sould finish. "No she doesn't
have to know. Okay?" Right there he sounded so scary."Okay." That was
the end of our conversation, and I closed the door.

When he pulled out of my driveway, I walked up to the front
door, with his number in my back pocket. "When should I call him?" I
asked myself, "And why wouldn't he want Cristie to have his number?
Well that was obvious, he doesn't like talking alot, duh, how dare I
ask myself a dumb question!"

When I got inside, Cristie asked me,"What took you so long?"
I had to find something to say quick, so I said, "I had to tie my shoe."
"Oh, well some on lets go to your room." She said. "Okay" I replied.
We went upstairs into my room and started to talk about Brenden.
Cristie is 16 and boy crazy, so everytime she meets a cute boy she just
has tot alk about him.

"Oh my god did you see his gourgous blue eyes?! And his
Brown short raggy hair, Ugh! He's so cute! You know I think he likes
you!?" i looked at Cristie, "No he couldn't like me!" I pointed to myself,
and then at her,"You know I think he likes you, because he was really
interested in your story." She smiled. "Really?! You think so?! Well.........
He is really cute, handsom, and rich, he's so my type." Cristie like hot
body, rich, and cool guys. Me on the other hand I don't really care,
just as long as he makes me happy and I love him thats all I look
for in a guy.

Me and Cristie finished talking about Brenden, when my mom
talk us it was dinner time. After we were done eating dinner, Cristie got a ride
home from my mom, while they were gone I decided to call "him". I pulled
out his number from my back pocket and dailed it. Th ephone rang three times before someone answered it. "Hello?" someone asked. "Uh yes I'm looking for Brenden?" I was nervous. "This is him, oh by the way I gave you my cell. So you don't have to ask for me" He chuckled, he sounded so different over the phone. "Oh I'm sorry, I just thought....." He cut me off, "I know what you just thought. So that's why I mentioned it was my cell." "Jezz." I thought. "This guy's rude." I didn't talk for a few seconds. And then he asked, "So why'd you call?" "Uh you just told me to call, so I did" I answered. "Is this your cell number," Then I cut him off. "It's my cell.So you can call or text when ever." I had a smile. "Uh hey would you like to come over tomorrow? Me and a couple of friends are having a pool party." He asked. "Uh sure let me just check my schedual.""Okay." He replied with a chuckle. I opened up a book and went through a cuople pages so it sounded like I was busy. "What time will it be at?" I asked."12:30pm to 10:00pm, why no good?" He replied with a laugh. "No it's perfectly fine I just have something to do in the morning." I said. He stopped laughing and said, "Okay, I guess I'll see you here then." "Alright, yeah, see you then. Bye." And then I hung up.







Party.......... Desaster
I went to bed without taking a shower, I feel so gross! I think I might take one before I go. "What time is it?" I asked to myself. Then I looked at the clock. "10 O'clock." I said out loud. Okay I'm going to take a shower, eat, brush my teeth, and pick what bathing suit I'm going to wear.

I took the shower at medium pace, I made sure that I shaved my legs and under my arms. I even washed my hair with the most expensive stuff my mom had bought. It smeeled like peaches. When I got out I put on "Lala Lavender" Deoterant by "Victoria Secret." It's my favroite. I put on a towel and went into my room. "Okay now which bathing suit and I going to wear?" I asked myself.I took out all of my bathing suits and laid them on my bed. The first one was polka dot. The second one was all Black. And the third one was Purple with Pink stripes.

I put on each one of them on a t a time, I decided to go with the Pink and Purple polka dots. It's just seem the right colors for a fun time. The polka dot one is a bikini, and I always likes that one, for some odd reson. Maybe it was becuase it was my fravoite to colors.

I put on my bathing suit and went back to my dresser to put away the other ones. I went back into the bathroom and started to play around with my hair. "Should I leave it up? Or keep it down?" I asked out loud. I gave myself a crooked look in the mirror, whi,le I had my hands on top of my head holding my hair. "Leave it down." I then dropped my hands and went to my dresser again. "Should I put something over my bathingsuit?" Then I went through my dresser door. I then put on one of my short jean shorts, and decided I keep these on and put ona spagetti tangtop.