• ....And my dad. But still, Steeplake? Steeplake is a terrible last name. Anyway, Kyle is sooo cute! He's got this cute face and he's just sooo heart heart heart !! I can't even put it words how much I love him.
    "Kay? Kay?" Natasha calls me by my nickname she made up for me. Natasha seems to have a thing for nicknames. I remember when she heard her first nickname. It was at my house of course! Well, it was an apartment at the time....
    Natasha and I were having ourselves a little "play date" (what my mom likes to call it) at the time and it was time for us to get our snacks.

    "Hey poopface! Where are ya' my little poopface!!" My mom calls me by my other nickname. My home nickname. I hated the name back then and I still hate it.

    "Mommy." Yes. This is around the time when we used to call them mommy.
    "Yes Poop face?"
    "Could you pleeeeeeease stop calling me Poop face. It's disguising and mean and it's getting old."
    Okay, let's pause this flashback moment. First of all, yes, the pleeeeeeease part WAS emphasized that much. And secondly, didn't I mean "disgusting"? I mean, I know that I'd meant disgusting. I just probably couldn't remember the exact way the word was spelled. Come on! I was just a little seven year old! And come to think of it, I was a bit of an obnoxious little kid. Like really. "..it's getting old". Seriously? Was I like full of it or something? Did I think that I was already a teenager? Apparently.

    "Poop face?" asked Natasha.

    "Yeah. She calls me Poop face and I don't like it. It's mean, don't you think?" (I sound like a scholar..kind of... not really ..)

    "No. I think it's kind of funny. Teehee. Poop face. But that not your name. It Kat-kay-kay...."

    "Don't worry about it. It's just a nickname."
    "Nickname?"
    "yeah. A nickname. It's a name you get when people are bored of your name."

    "Um. Actually Poop face, a nickname is a name you-"

    "Shh. I know what I 'm doing mommy."
    Did I seriously-did I really just shush my mom? *Strange voice from nowhere* Yah, I think you did. . Oh my gosh. I really just told my mom to shut up...basically.

    "Heheheh. Aw, but I want a nickname!!"
    "Okay. I'll call you.... Butt head."
    "No."
    "Okay, how about...Nata."
    "Nata?"
    "Yes.Nata."
    "Nata!"
    "Nata!!"

    Boy, were we such strange little kids. But, I guess we haven't changed. Nope. Not even a little. Well, okay maybe a little. We're less obnoxious I know that for sure.


    "KAY!!!! WAKE UP!!!"

    "Huh? Oh? Whay-Wha?" My words are slurred because I must've been daydreaming again. Yeah. I do that sometimes.
    "Kay! You were thinking about Bradley again, weren't you?"
    "No. I was thinking about that time when we were li-" I'd forgotten that Natasha doesn't like talking about anything from our childhood. Lots of stuff happened to her when she was little and she doesn't like to talk about anything from her childhood. Not even if it was mine. My very own life. And I've got to admit, that does tick me off a little. But she's my friend I want to respect her wishes.

    "Go on. That time when we were.." says Natasha. Expecting more for me to say. I look at Adri. He's looking at me as he wants an answer too. The way his face look right now. It's just, something about it. Something that I like. But something that I cannot get into and have to stop looking at this instant before Natasha suspects that something's up!

    "Why are looking at Adri like that?"
    TOO LATE.

    "Oh! I was just trying to..."
    "She was just trying to give me a look about remembering the time when we were at the lake and we saw that person." says Adri. Saving my reputation. It's not that I don't trust Natasha. Don't get me wrong, but she's my bestest friend everrrr!! But sometimes, I get this gut feeling or have dreams (not like that) that she's gonna spill all my secrets one by one and just kill me. I think she already tells everyone about me because she's a MAJOR gossiper. That's all she does is gossip. It's practically her LIFE and I don't think that she could stop. It's unintentional. She doesn't mean to gossip but it just gets out of her anyway. And if she tries to hold it in, trust me, that girl will and I mean WILL implode. I've seen it happen once.
    Me, her, and a couple of neighborhood friends were playing truth or dare. Natasha had been dared not to gossip for at least one week. She accepted. That's one thing you NEVER ever do in the game of truth o r dare. YOU DON'T ACCEPT THE DARE! Never. Ever. Anyway. On the first day of the week, she'd puked all over the place. And I mean everywhere. She'd puked on her mom, puked on her dad, and her brand new puppy she'd gotten for Christmas.
    One the second day, she'd had a fever of 102. Then on the third day, out of nowhere, she'd gotten the chicken pox! She'd just caught them. On the fourth day, and you may be wonder how she'd gotten all of her homework, well, thanks to her "handy-dandy" super awesome best friend that brings her homework home to her (who was also NOT super awesome by bringing her homework home to her and kinda awesome for trying to catch the chicken pox just to stay at home and eat nothing but ice cream and watch tv all day and get catered to at every single second) she was able to have good grades for that entire week!