TTFN by Lauren Myracle Page B

it’s DIRTY? cuz u think it’s NASTY?
mad maddie:
zoe, u need to learn how to relax if ur gonna have a boyfriend.
zoegirl:
i don’t think any of those things. i just think that not everything is a joke, and that fooling around should count for something. it shouldn’t be a free-for-all.
zoegirl:
maybe that’s something *you* need to learn if *you’re* ever going to have a boyfriend.
zoegirl:
maddie? you still there?
mad maddie:
nothing like a cold dose of reality from one of your best friends, eh, zo?
zoegirl:
maddie …
mad maddie:
no need to hold back, u know. just tell me how u really feel.
zoegirl:
look, u started it.
zoegirl:
but i didn’t tell u about doug so that you and i could get into a fight. i told you because of *angela*. what am i supposed to do about angela?
mad maddie:
two words, zoe, and i’ve said ’em before: TELL HER, U IDIOT.
zoegirl:
that’s four words
mad maddie:
i’m giving u the bird, just so u know
zoegirl:
ack—she’s calling me right now!! i’m not ready to talk to her, so i’m going to turn my phone off and hide it. bye!
    Sat, Jan 1 , 9:01 AM P.S.T .
SnowAngel:
hola, maddie. happy new year!
mad maddie:
same to u, a-boogie
SnowAngel:
do u know where zo is, by any chance? just called her but went to voicemail.
mad maddie:
huh, fancy that
SnowAngel:
oh well. i’ll try her again later.
SnowAngel:
how was your new year’s eve??? any smoochy-smoochy action with chive???
mad maddie:
ixnay on the oochie-smoochy-say … at least b/w me and chive. altho SOMEONE was smoochy-smoochy-ing last night, i can tell u that.
SnowAngel:
oh yeah? who?
mad maddie:
er … no one in particular. i just mean that surely someone was getting it on, cuz after all it was new year’s eve, right?
SnowAngel:
r u just being random? cuz sometimes i don’t know what ur talking about.
mad maddie:
forget it. yeah, i was being random.
SnowAngel:
so how was the concert?
mad maddie:
the bands sucked, but we had a blast. this one band played a cover of “stairway to heaven” and we turned on the flashlights on our phones and waved them over our heads like lighters.
SnowAngel:
aw, fun
mad maddie:
by the end of the song u could see glowing lights from one end of the amphitheater to the other. it was pretty cool.
mad maddie:
also, chive bought us all beers with his fake, so we were verrrrry happy. at least until chive spilled his on the guy in front of us, who happened to be bald. the guy whipped around all mad and fuming, and i was like, “oh shit! sorry, man!”
SnowAngel:
what did chive do?
mad maddie:
he just sat there cracking up. i was elbowing him and going, “dude, U spilled it!” but he fully let me take the blame. it was hilarious.
SnowAngel:
oh yeah. it sounds hilarious. *deadpans to show hilarity*
mad maddie:
but i’m hurting today, i’ll tell u.
SnowAngel:
well, that’s too bad
SnowAngel:
but i don’t feel sorry for u, wanna know why? cuz while u were out whupping it up with chive, i was trapped in glendy’s room watching “The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants” on netflix.
mad maddie:
wowzers. dipping into the oldies, huh?
mad maddie:
but i thought u liked that movie
SnowAngel:
i do!
SnowAngel:
but only with u and zoe. i mean, c’mon. four girls, friends forever? that’s US, except with three instead of four.
mad maddie:
and we’re cooler. and we say words like “fuck.”
SnowAngel:
u, maybe. zoe and i r more refined. *adopts snooty expression and sips from teacup*
mad maddie:
fuck, fuck, fuck
SnowAngel:
but it wasn’t just the choice of movie, altho that WAS the most horrible awful irony imaginable. it was the fact that glendy was such a baby the whole night. they didn’t have any popcorn, so she asked her mom if she’d go to the store and buy some. her mom said no, so she worked up these fake tears and tried again with her dad. she was all, “oh, daddy,