May 4th, 8:03
Saturday
Reading a magazine
Is it just me or does Miley Cyrus have gigantic teeth? I'm looking at a picture of her and I swear her teeth are bigger than in the last picture I looked at of her. Whoa! What's up with her ears!? She looks like an elf!
8:09
Maybe she is an elf. Maybe there's a whole pack of celebrities that are secretly magical elves. That could be why they always look so perfect in magazines. Well, the reason they always look good in magazines is because they get airbrushed like mad but the elf thing could be part of it. I can just imagine Miley Cyrus as an elf. Ha ha.
9:14
No phone calls, no text messages, no social contact. Nothing. Shows how nice my friends are. I guess I could ring Sarah. Better not actually, she's probably doing homework, that's all she ever does. Damn it! Sorry, my brothers just stolen my perfume. Again.
9:22
Why can't I have a normal family? All of my friends have normal ones, except for Jade who has a younger sister who apparently pees in her bed. I went into my brothers room, never doing that again, to get my perfume back and standing in front of me was the cat with rabies a.k.a Dick. (I say in front of me but he's not that tall). The second I walked in he suddenly ran and jumped onto the bed and jumped again onto the curtains. He ran up the curtains and before he could do anything else he fell straight back down. (The cat, not my brother). I sighed and grabbed my perfume from Jack's hand. I swear I'm cursed. It's not fair, Claire and Sophie's dads work as engineers but mine chooses to work as a salsa dance instructor. It's horrible. Everyone else's mum cleans, hoovers and washes the dishes but if my mum tried to wash the dishes she wouldn't have a clue what to do. She would probably try and lick the dishes. Eww. My mum has teeth like Miley Cyrus as well which upsets me. A lot.
12:46
On my own and still no life. Not one phone call. I guess I'm going to have to call someone.
12:58
I just phoned Sophie. She came up with the best idea! I was expecting her to say something really unintellectual (Is that a word? I think so) but she actually said something worth listening to!
"Hey Sophie." I said.
"Oh, hey Tory." She answered, sounding as if she was in her own world.
"What's up with the unsocialness?" I asked.
"I don't think that's a word." Sophie said.
"What are you, my English teacher?" I said, rolling my eyes
"I heard that Danny's band are playing in Oceana tonight, should we go?" She randomly said.
"What!? Danny's playing in the club, Oceana?" I answered, trying to hold in my excitement.
"Do you want to go, because I'm go..."
"See you there!" I interrupted her. "Bye!"
Wahooooooo!
4:55
What should I wear? What kind of clothes do Welsh boys like? They have a green, white and red flag so maybe they like those colours. I don't have any nice green, white or red clothes. I used to have a nice red top but Dick has peed all over it. I guess I could wear the blue batwing top I bought off the internet. If I use a safety pin on the back I could maybe get it to fit. No, that would make me look like a turnip and looking like a turnip isn't going to impress Danny. The turnip look doesn't go down well with chicken legs like mine. At least my chicken legs will go well with my white skin considering I'm not going on holiday this year. I wonder if pinning the safety pin on the inside of the top would look any better. Yea, that could work!
6:30 (ish)
I'm meeting Sophie in Oceana in half an hour. I'm so excited, I'm so excited (I'm actually singing that at the moment). I was going to wear my top with a sheep on it because they have loads of sheep in Wales but I realized that that could be offensive to Danny.
11:45
Oh my god! I have been reborn, this time without my mum enduring hours of labour and my dad shouting victory when I come out. My life is perfect. Absolutely perfect! Sophie and I arrived at the club at ten past seven. Well, we actually arrived at five to seven but we wanted to be fashionably late so we stayed outside the club for quarter of an hour, it was quite cold. In the end, I decided to wear my blue top off the internet. I pinned the safety pin on the inside and no one was ever the wiser. I'm so clever. I wore it with my dark denim skinny jeans and my black and white converse. I love Oceana, it's good because it's a club for under eighteens and loads of cool bands play there. The second I entered, I noticed Danny setting up his guitar (It was a really cool one too!). Sophie and I casually made our way to the front of the stage. I can't believe what happened next! I didn't call him, he called me! The angel of hotness spoke my name! I stared at him in amazement until I realised that I looked like a complete div. I quickly said hi and I could already feel my cheeks burning. He didn't ignore me then though like I had expected. He started talking to me! At that point I was surprised I hadn't fainted.
"Where were you on Friday? You weren't in school." The angel smiled.
"I was throwing up." I said without thinking.
I am such a dick.
"You're funny." He laughed.
"Umm... thanks." I felt like spending the rest of my life in a cave away from civilization.
"Hey girls." Harry walked onto the stage.
"Hey Harry!" Sophie shouted a bit too loudly.
"You ready Dan?" Harry smiled.
"Yep." He answered.
Danny winked at me (I know!) and turned around to face the other band members.
"Hey guys, we're Taffy Rain, hope you enjoy!" Danny said into the microphone.
That's a really funny name, Taffy Rain. Wouldn't it be funny if it started raining taffy. It would hurt though if it fell on your head. It's a clever name for the band though because a Taffy is a nickname for a Welsh person and it according to my aunt, who's been to Wales, it rains there a lot too. As the band began to play I realised that Danny not only looked like an angel but sounded like one too. He hit every note perfectly and even if he didn't, I wouldn't have cared. Whenever Danny played a guitar solo I cheered as loudly as I could, so loud that I was surprised I didn't explode, or at least pass out. Taffy Rain had finished playing at about ten o'clock. Sophie and I were sitting at a table with Taylor Jones, she has got a serious head lice problem, when I spotted Danny walking towards us. I swear I was about to have a panic attack. I quickly turned away.
"Hey Tory." I heard his perfect voice say as he sat down next to me.
Thank you god for bringing an angel down to earth (A Welsh angel of course). I turned around and stared at his beautiful face. I stared at his glistening green eyes, his plump curved lips and his soft, indie style blond hair. He makes Chace Crawford look ugly and that's saying something!
"Hey Danny." I giggled nervously.
"What do you think of Taffy Rain?" He continued.
"You were great." I giggled once more.
"I'm glad you think so." He smiled.
"Did you know that if you play the guitar for a long time, it makes your fingers bleed?" I said stupidly.
"I better be careful then." He laughed.
Once again, I am a dick.
"Hey, I was wondering if you would help me put my guitar in my sister's car, she's picking me and my brother up from the club." Danny asked.
"Why don't you ask a guy, I'm really weak." I blabbered.
Three strikes. I am now a dick with a set of balls. Sophie nudged my leg under the table. I looked up at her and she was nodding encouragingly.
"But if you can't find anyone else than I will although I've just gotten a bruise on my leg." I answered.
"Sorry!" Sophie mouthed.
The angel of hotness and I rose from our seats and he led me out of the club like a powerless dog. I wasn't actually holding anything so it was pretty pointless of me 'helping' him, but I didn't care. I just stared at his beauty. There was no one else outside, it was just me and him.
"Thanks for the help." Danny smiled.
"No problem." I smiled back at him. "Although I didn't actually do anything."
Four strikes. I am a dick with a pair of balls and an extra third ball on the side.
Danny laughed. I think he was laughing because he thought I was funny. What he didn't realise was that I was actually making a complete prat of myself. I laughed as well although I wasn't entirely sure what I was laughing about. After we had finished laughing we were both silent. Danny came nearer to me and slowly began closing his eyes while I did the same. The next thing I knew, I felt his perfect lips touching my not so perfect lips. I could relive that moment again and again. As I kissed him I swear I could hear angels singing, I think one of them was slightly out of tune though. We had been kissing for about ten seconds when the worst thing that could have possibly happened, happened. I am majorly cursed. My phone rang. It gets worse. My brother thought that it would be funny to change my ring tone to one of his screaming bands. I blushed with embarrassment and shot my hand into my pocket to shut the phone up.
"Tory, where are you? Your mother's cooked some lovely tuna pasta and it's getting cold! You said you were going to be home by half past ten and it is now twenty to ten!" My dad's voice shouted down the phone. I much prefer the taste of Danny's lips than the taste of my mum's bloody tuna pasta.
"Okay dad." I said, gritting my teeth.
"That's all you have to say? Have you had a nice time, did Sophie have a nic..."
"Bye dad." I hung up on him.
I quickly shoved the phone back into my pocket. Danny was looking at me, smiling.
"You're nuts you are!" He laughed. "I've got to go, see you later."
"Bye." I sighed.
I am now a real woman! I wish that my stupid phone hadn't rung, although I have to admit, the tuna pasta was actually very nice, even though it was slightly cold.
11:56
Danny kissed me! Danny kissed me! Wahoooooooooo! He did this really cool thing while kissing me, he kind of rubbed his toung against mine softly. It was nice.
12:13
I am no longer a kissing virgin. Did I do it okay though? What if I'm a crap kisser? Uh oh! What if Danny goes around telling everyone I'm a crap kisser?! I'll have to become a lesbian if he does that. I don't want to be a lesbian. I hope Danny meant see you soon when he said see you later. Oh the world is a wonderful place.
12:22
The cat with rabies just pissed on me, again, but I don't care!
Wahoooooooooo!
