We were best friends in middle school. I know, right? It's so embarrassing. I don't even... whatever. So then in eighth grade, I started going out with my first boyfriend, Lemonface, who was totally gorgeous. But then he moved to Massachusetts, and Slice was like, weirdly jealous of him. Like, if I would blow him off to hang out with lemonface, he'd be like "Why didn't you call me back?". And I'd be like "Why are you so obsessed with me?". So then, for my birthday party, which was an all-boys pool party, I was like " Slice, I can't invite you because I think you're a homosexual". I mean, I couldn't have a home of sexual at my party. There were gonna be boys there in their bathing suits. I mean, right? He was a home of sexual. So then his mom called my mom and started yelling at her, it was so stupid. And then he dropped out of school because no one would talk to him, and he came back in the fall for high school, all of his hair was cut off and he was totally weird, and now I guess he's on crack.
