Messy Johns, the Story of
“Hey, have you even looked at the question sheet Hamilton gave us?” Dominic Rainier asked suddenly, her hand twitching in response. “Aw, shit, babe. I’m sorry!”
Messy groaned. “Holy shiz-muffin. I totally can not believe that just happened.”
“How badly did I fuck it up?”
“You made me draw a heavy line across her finished face. And you know the face is the hardest for me…. I don’t like you right now.” Messy flicked away the piece of paper with a half-drawn anime super-girl, a heavy line slashed upward across her face. She sighed. “I have to start over again.”
“Ouch. Super-babe got sla-ashed. Major hurt, man. Why’d you do that to the poor babe?” Elliott Mason, one of Dominic’s friends, said as he pulled the drawing toward himself.
“You could make her an evil super-babe.” Rinnie Stevenson said as she checked her make-up. “Have the line be, like, the scar of back-story no. 1, or whatever.”
“Yee-ah! Just make her evil super-babe! Because you’re not gunna do that, can I keep it Messy?”
“Do I want to know why, Elliott?” Messy asked as she pulled the question sheet Mrs. Hamilton had given them at the start of class.
“No-oh. Probably not, just cause it’s me.”
“Seriously? Mess, why is does he have to come with us this summer?” Rinne asked as she watched Elliott’s exaggerated face of pleasure as he rubbed the drawing against his check.
“Shouldn’t you be asking me? It is my truck we’re taking,” Dom replied as he grinned at his friend.
“Well fine. Dom, why is that thing coming with us this summer?”
“The thing is coming with us because his mom said he if didn’t do something legally productive this summer, he would have more to worry about then community service when school starts next semester. Since that won’t happen, I invited him to come. And because she’s grateful, his mom is willingly to pay for the majority of the trip. I told her we’d keep the drinking to a minimum and that I’d try to make sure he doesn’t smoke anything.”
“What the hell kind of questions are these?” Messy burst out, staring at the sheet, confused.
“It is to get to know you, Jessica,” Their English teacher, Mrs. Hamilton said from behind her.
“I’ve told you all freakin year, my name is Messy. And it’s the last week of school. Don’t you think you know us by now?”
This was the original version of Messy Johns, it actually got a plot, and diary form annoyed me… I want it somewhere though
10/28/103:45-ish. My therapist said that I needed to write my feelings down, and express myself in my new journal, because apparently, I have issues. And handed me this notebook- at least it’s a plain black notebook. I wouldn't have written in anything else. I still think it’s stupid.She’s watching me write. It is very uncomfortable.So I’mma fill out the question sheet she gave me later.So yeah, LATER!8:00-ish.Greatest Achievement- getting into high school, winning a manga contest, meeting Dominic, my bfPerfect Happiness?- Being content with what you have, and being at peace with yourself.Current State of Mind- don’t knowFave Occupation-How the hell should I know I’m 16! Book store, working with Dominic, I guess.Treasured Possieon- my published manga, my Ipod, and my skateboard/bike.LOVE OF MY LIFE- DOMINIC!Fave Journey?- What the effing hell does that even MEAN?Marked Characteristics- nose ring, scar on my jaw(skateboarding incident two years ago), tat on my wrist; of a lion, a Taurus symbol with an eye in it, dagger with wings and a ribbon twirled around the hilt, a rose with an infinity symbol around the stem and Dominic’s name in the biggest leaf.When/Where I was MOST HAPPY- Vacation to NY when I was 12, and when I’m with Dominic.Dislikes- Posers, sexist people, weaklings, Texas Rangers, any team besides the SF Giant, cheerleadersFears- Los of individuality, loss of anything really… Dying before my time.Greatest Extravagance- all my Ipod music, my skateboard/bike. My bedroom.Living Person I Most Despise- Either my math teacher Mr. Longoe, or alcoholic drivers.Greatest Regrets- Not visiting my mom in the hospitable before she died.Talent I would Want to Have- I would want to sing, as I suck.Want to Live- New York, or Los AnglesLowest Depth of Misery- When you fail at sumthing that you worked really hard for. And depression and suicide.Quality I Would Want Most in a Man- In short, Dominic. Just as he is. All that he is. <3<3<3Quality I Would Want Most in a Woman-uuuhhh… A female version of Dominic…? His cousin I suppose, Jasmine. They are totally alike.Trait I Deplore in Myself- Can’t sing. Major, major, major tomboy (sometimes I wish I was a bit girlier).Trait I Deplore Most in Others- rudeness, drunkenness, and just plain stupidness.Most Value in Friends- listening, humor, creativeness. Honest.FICTION HERO OF CHOICE- Either Spider-Man, Human Torch, or The Thing.Living Person I Most Admire- my Uncle Tone, and Aunt Mia, and their son Cai.Most Overrated Virtue- Innocence.When Do I Lie- When the circumstance demands it, but not often at all.Words/Phrases I Overuse- Dude, Holy Shiz-muffin!, So yeah… Like, whatever. LATER.Something I would Change About Myself- I want to be shorter. And sing.Fave Names- Cai, Damon, Kahlen, Dominic<3How I Want to DIE- peacefully in meh sleep.Reincarnations- a new person, or some random like, bust or something.MOTTO- I don’t really have one. Tell ya when I do!DONEHOLY SHIZ-MUFFIN THAT WAS LONG!!!!!Later10/29/1010am-ish. Hey, so I’m in Math, LOADS of fun.:D So NOT. -_-Anyway, I’m bored and decide to write in this stupid book because I am required to every possible gosh darn day.So, Damon visited me last night. He lives in the apartment across the courtyard of our building, but it’s like 20-ish yards between our bedroom windows. He can swing across the space, and it’s fun to see him swing across.An . yway, he ended up sleeping over because we talked forever about this book I made him read, Sophie’s World. It’s about the history of philosopy.When he left in the morning to change, I took a shower. Even though my hair is SUPER, SUPER loooooooong and really thick, it’s totally okay when it dries by itself, I hardly need to brush it. But it takes FOREVER to dry.But yeah, so he was over. And that was made possible by the fact my father is an alcoholic to the extreme. So he passed out around 5 yesterday. He’s been like that since my mom died from cancer three years ago. He got drunk the night she died and killed a dog while driving.So yeah, anyways, he woke up first, as always, and whenever he does he says he watches me sleep for a while and kisses my nose to wake me up. And we haven’t actually done anything, like, you know, TOGETHER. So in it’s own way it’s2:10ish. Sorry about that. Mr. Longoe saw me doing something ‘OTHER THEN MATH!!’ in his classroom, which is like a complete total NO NO in his class, and he took this book away. I just got it back, so yeah. Tells ya more LATER