Tina Kennard

I wake up and I groan. I still can’t believe I actually kissed her. What on earth had I been thinking? She’s together with Carmen and they’re nice together, and I am straight. Of course I’m straight, I’m even starting to have feelings for Gary.

Gary. Band. Guitar. I get out of bed and put on my computer. As it’s starting, I have a quick shower and brush my teeth. It’s Saturday and I’m home alone – my parents are away, which is a rare occasion, my sister is sleeping over at a new friends’ house (she does a lot of sleepovers lately and my mom just allows it because she wants to encourage her having friends) and Ken, well, I don’t really know where he is.

I look at the alarm clock on my bedside table – it’s 11 AM. Normally, I’m an early bird, but sometimes I like to stay in my bed as well.

As I hoped, my computer is ready for the ride. A window pops up – it’s my IM.

<G Wilson> Hey there

It’s Gary. I don’t know what it is, but I like the sounds of his name. Gary Wilson. I also like the sound of Bette’s name. Bette Porter. I like a whole lot more about her. Stop it! You’ve went too far already. She probably doesn’t even want to be your friend right now. Ever. She has been avoiding you ever since the kiss. I wish my mind would stop bothering me. I type back.

<TK> Hi.

<G Wilson> How r u?

How am I? No idea. What should I answer? No idea.

<TK> Fine. U?

<G Wilson> Great, got good news actually. Max, a friend of mine, designed a logo for the band. I came up with a name, btw. Would like to know what u think. Wait a sec, I’ll send the logo.

A few seconds later, I accept a picture. I look at it. It’s a logo with a lot of special effects. It says in big letters:

<TK> Wow, that’s wonderful. Great name, btw. Really like it.

<G Wilson> Yeah, I like it too. Of course, I made it up xD Would be weird if I didn’t like it. I just wish we had a fucking guitarist.