"Ooh!  We should totally do a prank call or something!  Like call Officemax and ask if they sell beer!"

"Better yet...  Let's call and ask for individually wrapped Post-its!  Then, when they don't have them, we'll complain and ask for individual muave binders and peach Sharpies!"

"Yeah!  Totally!  Wait...  Maybe I should just come in and harass you in a drunken rage the next time you're at work..."

"Omygawsh that'd be hilarious.  But you should still totally call.  Ask for Jenna, who doesn't work there anymore, and assert that she has to be working today and that you MUST speak with her."

"Yeah!"  *grabs phone and dials on speakerphone*  "Hi, is Jenna there?  No?  Okay thanks."  *laughs hysterically*

...

"What the heck?!  You suck!"

"Shut up!  It was my first prank call!"

"Well, it wasn't much of a prank call..."

And we linked arms and skipped through the halls after hiding on the stairs.

And if I had a choice I'd take the metrosexual drummer any day.

And let's hope this insanity doesn't end.  No, let's hope it never ends.

Wait... what?!

He's the only person I've ever met that I think is smarter than I am.

(How's that for an answer?  {lol})

Okay, kinda weird, but totally cute...

Long story short, he grabs a marker from the pencil bag he found and grabs my hand.  I expect that he's writing his number, but I looked down and realized he wasn't.  I asked what it was, and he said it's his gang sign (lmao), which he's shown me before, and tells me I just got tagged.  I looked up and he said, "That means you're mine."

Questions/comments?