April 30, 2010

8:37 AM

1st Period - Geometry Class

Diary,

Journal?
Blog.


Well however I want to title this thing, I've got something to say. I'm in class and, in between looking over shoulders to keep watch of peering eyes, Charlie and I surf the web aimlessly, like everyone else. Hah, no one does the work around here. You give students a screen in a computer lab and free internet connection and you want them to go to a learning site?

Hahh, fuck that.


But anyways.

Charlie's across the room flirting with another guy. Touching his leg. Laughing at a joke that absolutely wasn't funny. How many sea monkeys does it take to screw in a lightbulb? Honestly.
I wonder if she can feel me watching her - if she feels the little pin pricks on the back of that milky neck as the hair stands up on end in suspicion.

There's on thing I notice about said Charlie that I haven't noticed before. Her hair isn't naturally blonde. It's brown from the site of her roots. Very faint, though. I think she needs to take care of that. I've got priorities and bangin a brown-haired wallflower isn't one of them.

But I'm sure my Charlie will come through.

God, I feel weird typing this in class. Stalking someone in real life is a little stranger than just talking about it...

3:25 PM

Home, sweet home.

Jesus Christ, that girl walks fast. It's hard enough to trail her behind plumes of speed dust without her readjusting her bag and looking over her shoulder every five seconds. Who needs to readjust their bag so often?! Only a crazy person, that's who.

I bet she has drugs in that bag. Or guns.

Secret Agent-type shit.

But I guess this whole stalking business won't be so hard afterall, since the blonde haired lass lives next door to me. Did I forget to mention that?

I guess I did.

Every night, I play my music so loud, the other neighbors can't stand it. A couple times, we've had some knocks on our doors (be it the police or the neighbors with the balls enough to confront us themselves. The latter is few, by the way) but Charlie's family hasn't ever complained. It's so strange how people can be so tolerant of something so annoying. Maybe I'll have to play my music louder, then. I won't even listen to it - I'll just wear earplugs and let everyone else enjoy the blaring sounds of drums, guitar, and senseless screaming.

Aside from being boring people who never complain, there's one other thing that's unfortunate about living next to Charlie and her family.

You know those movies, where the dumb busty bimbo comes home from whatever place she's been to that day and decides its high time to get into some smokin' see through jammies? The woman's window is always open. No curtains or anything, and blinds wide open so the whole world can see her in her underwear through some tall or fancy mirror. It's great for artistic movie scene angles apparently (I said artistic, not original, but - hey - I'm no movie critic) but the act is still incredibly stupid.

Well, ladies and gentlemen, it seems that Charlie loses a point in the stupid category because she doesn't do that. Fortunate for her and whatever smarts she has. Unfortunate for me and the wee hours when I'm bored and... lonely.

So unfortunate.

-Max

Butterflies

There are three things I wish to do before I die:

• Write a song

• Raise Butterflies

•  and fuck Charlie

The first wish is pretty simple. I write a song, I become a famous one-hit wonder, and get a star role in a crappy movie or two simply for no other reason than to make more money before the flame of fame burns out.

I wish for the second because it's the most beautiful thing a person can do for this shit world. Raise butterflies. They're a like winged miniature angels sent to comfort and soothe us, given the chance. They hurt no one, and sometimes spread pollen so the world can be that much more beautiful. Some don't help the flowers, but they make things better by looking the way they do. Beautiful. Damn.

A garden full of butterflies is all I need.

The third wish...well that's an obvious one.

Everyone's fucked Charlie. Everyone except for me, that is. And I don't like to be out of the loop, you know? It's my personal goal to get into Charlie's pants and be the first girl around here to do so. She won't know what hit her.

Actually, I think I'm going to make that my first goal on the list. It shouldn't be too hard, I'm sure. That girl's as loose as my shoelaces.

And I don't have any shoelaces.

-Max

An Introduction

First I thought I'd post this on Mibba as a novel, but after really thinking about it, I find that turning my story idea into the format of a blogger was a much better idea.

This story, Stalking Charlie, is by no means the accounts of a real person. No, I'm not stalking anybody, but it will be written from the view point of the character.

My point in creating this story is simple. I have nothing better to do.

Stalking Charlie is the story of one girl, Maxine, who blogs about her love interest, Charlie.

The world lacks good lesbian love stories that I've heard of, so I hope to birth one into existence starting today. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy the rest of these entries to come. For I'm writing as I go. :)

Yours,

Kyana