TTYL (5 page)

SnowAngel:

OMG!!!

mad maddie:

what?!

SnowAngel:

i called rob, just like i said i would, and he asked me out! for TONIGHT!!!

mad maddie:

damn, girl. u r good.

SnowAngel:

he's taking me out to dinner, and then we're going to some party at kyle's.

SnowAngel:

hey, u could come if u want—u and zoe both! not to the dinner part, obviously, but rob says kyle's party is gonna be huge.

mad maddie:

kyle's having a party on a monday night?

SnowAngel:

his parents r out of town, but they're coming back on wednesday, so this is the only night he can do it. come!

mad maddie:

yeah, that's what i wanna do—have the moms drop me off at kyle's in front of the whole friggin grade. with my luck jana would be there laughing her head off.

SnowAngel:

I CAN'T BELIEVE I HAVE A DATE WITH ROB! MUST GO PRIMP!

SnowAngel:

zoe! dahling!

zoegirl:

you better be texting to tell me about your madcap night with rob. you can't put me off any longer!!!

SnowAngel:

he was sitting RIGHT BEHIND US, zoe. what did u want me to do, announce to his face how in love with him i am?

zoegirl:

it was the cafeteria. we were at separate tables. AND, if you were afraid to use your words like a big girl, guess what? you could have texted me then just like you're texting me now. hmmm?

SnowAngel:

and break the no-phones-allowed-during-class rule? *draws hand to mouth*

zoegirl:

TELL ME!!!

SnowAngel:

ok. me: long-sleeve white shirt, slightly tattered miniskirt, platform wedges, silver square bracelet, garnet ring. hair down. him: “moab” t-shirt, jeans, those overly huge sneakers boys seem genetically wired to wear. adorable sticky-uppy hair.

zoegirl:

very nice, although i'm not sure i agree about his hair. i'm thinking it's more lack of hygiene than stylistic flair.

zoegirl:

where'd you go for dinner?

SnowAngel:

bennigan's. mmmm. and while we were waiting for our food, he told this hysterical story about this time he called the home shopping network. did u know the home shopping network even existed still? well, it does.

SnowAngel:

they were selling a watch that was supposedly indestructible, and rob phoned in and asked, “yes,
but does it resist cheese dip?” only he pronounced it really funny, like che-e-e-ese dip.

zoegirl:

i wish i knew how to tell funny stories. i always get embarrassed and start mumbling, and then i wish i'd never started.

SnowAngel:

then he said, “cuz my last watch stopped working when i dropped it in a bowl of che-e-e-ese dip. so tell me: this solid gold watch u've got on the screen there, can it handle the dairy products?”

SnowAngel:

rob says they broadcast his voice and everything! god, i wish i'd heard it!

zoegirl:

what'd you do after dinner?

SnowAngel:

we went to that party at kyle's and danced the night away to patrick benson's awful garage band. well, i danced. rob kinda shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

zoegirl:

white man's boogie. did he bite his lower lip?

SnowAngel:

no, but he bit mine!
later, that is, when he took me home. yippee! the boy can kiss!

zoegirl:

go, angela!

SnowAngel:

*sighs in ecstasy*

SnowAngel:

what about u? what's up in your world?

zoegirl:

nothing nearly so exciting—although you might want to talk to maddie if you haven't already.

SnowAngel:

why?

zoegirl:

because i highly doubt she wants to talk to me.

SnowAngel:

no, i meant why shld i talk to her? what happened?

zoegirl:

well, she called me up to get my opinion on this letter she'd written, and i… ah, crap.

SnowAngel:

what? what did u do?!

zoegirl:

i corrected her grammar

SnowAngel:

u didn't

zoegirl:

i did

SnowAngel:

zoe! u know how much she hates being corrected—especially by you!

zoegirl:

i just wanted to help!

zoegirl:

and then i told her i was just being anal and to forget everything i'd said, and she said, “you don't have to lie, zoe.”

SnowAngel:

ouch

zoegirl:

so will u talk to her?

SnowAngel:

i'll txt her now.

SnowAngel:

want me to report back?

zoegirl:

if there's anything to report back, yes!

SnowAngel:

mads! wazzup?

mad maddie:

ur interrupting a very important quiz on my planetary personality. did zoe tell u to check on me?

SnowAngel:

???

mad maddie:

hold on, the little men in my phone are processing my quiz results. wanna hear what planet i am?

SnowAngel:

uh, sure…?

mad maddie:

i scored 85% Powerful Pluto. pasting in what it says:

 

Although you tend to wallow in your misery, Pluto's energy gives you the power to change your life—if you dare. It may be scary, but Pluto doesn't care. This planet knows how to play with the big boys.

SnowAngel:

i wanna play with the big boys! send me the quiz.

mad maddie:

it's at
helloquizzy.com/tests/what-planet-are-you-from-test
. i'll forward it to zoe too.

SnowAngel:

so ur NOT mad at her. yay!

mad maddie:

excuse me?

SnowAngel:

oh, uh…

SnowAngel:

*does random hand gestures as a distraction technique*

mad maddie:

forget it. i don't care. she told u about my pathetic letter?

SnowAngel:

she never said it was pathetic. she's worried yr mad at her, that's all.

mad maddie:

well, i'm not bursting with joy.

SnowAngel:

who was the letter to? i don't get it.

mad maddie:

if u MUST hear the whole sad story…

SnowAngel:

i must

mad maddie:

fine. chapter 1: maddie is in study hall with evil jana, who is writing notes to terri and laughing hysterically, like hahahahaha! we have a life and u don't!

SnowAngel:

hate it when ppl do that. like they're trying to rub it in your face how much fun they're having.

mad maddie:

chapter 2: class is dismissed and everyone goes squealing out of the room. only maddie (that's me) stupidly leaves her geometry notebook behind, so she goes back to get it. and there, lazily packing up her stuff, is jana. by herself. there is no one else around, just jana and maddie. u with me?

SnowAngel:

uh oh…

mad maddie:

chapter 3: maddie, being the kind good soul that she is, decides to say “hello.” just “hello,” all right? normal ppl do it all the time. AND WHAT DOES JANA DO?

mad maddie:

she keeps shoving books into her backpack, la-di-da, like no one is freakin there! she didn't even look up or nod or anything!

SnowAngel:

oh, that makes me so mad. that is SO ridiculous!!!

SnowAngel:

but why do u even care what jana does or doesn't do?

mad maddie:

chapter 4: maddie goes to snack machine and buys a king-size snickers to ease her pain. chapter 5: the snickers is rotten inside. like, really, really nasty. chapter 6: once she gets home, maddie whips off a complaint letter in a frenzy of self-righteousness. chapter 7: maddie calls zoe and reads it to her over the phone, and chapter 8: zoe makes maddie feel like total shit, as usual, which is just lovely after a day like this.

SnowAngel:

oh, maddie

mad maddie:

i was all proud of myself, and zoe starts lecturing me on what a dumbass i am who can't even write a stupid complaint letter!

SnowAngel:

she did not say u were a dumbass and u know it.

mad maddie:

i just hate it that she's so good at everything and that i suck.

SnowAngel:

did u tell her all the jana stuff? before u read your letter?

mad maddie:

no. i was already humiliated enough, thank u very much.

SnowAngel:

but zoe wouldn't care. i mean, she'd care, but in a good way.

mad maddie:

yeah, well

SnowAngel:

anyway, maybe jana didn't hear u. maybe that's why she didn't say hi back.

mad maddie:

right. she didn't hear me when we were the only two people in the room.

SnowAngel:

madikins? U R AWESOME. u want a list of all your glorious qualities?

mad maddie:

no

mad maddie:

yes

SnowAngel:

ur funny. ur tough. ur gorgeous and hot, even tho u never wear makeup (u really SHLD let me give u a makeover, however), and your cheekbones r freakin incredible. even my mom says so.

mad maddie:

she does?

SnowAngel:

she's like, “maddie is someone whose looks r only gonna improve as she gets older.”

mad maddie:

that does not sound like a compliment

SnowAngel:

and for the record, zoe and i are both insanely jealous of your hair. ur like “lion-girl” with your tumbled golden curls.

mad maddie:

tumbled golden curls???

mad maddie:

zoe is not jealous of a single part of me, even—excuse me while i gag—my “tumbled golden curls.”

SnowAngel:

we LOVE u, mads. i love u and zoe loves u, and just so u know, she really does feel bad.

mad maddie:

whatevs. no big deal.

SnowAngel:

so… ur all right?

mad maddie:

yeah, i'm fine.

SnowAngel:

remember, ur awesome!!!