gurglesmatch story

(I think she had a sugar high when she worte this)
Ok so there's this new boy at my school and his name is Oobi. And he's, like, really hot. Like, ON FIRE hot. ??? Here is his pic to prove it:

http://www.chuggnutt.com/images/oobi.jpg

See? I told you he was hot!!! But you can't have him... He's MINE! ALLLL MIIIIINE!!!!!!MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!

So anyways we are having a date Friday night. Well he actually doesn't know yet because I've never spoken to him... (but I got his number from his sister's friend's mother's cousin's boyfriend's uncle.) I have his address too because I followed him home from school one day and almost got hit by a car. And then I watched him through the window for the rest of the day. (Let me tell you a secret... Oobi wears Buzz Lightgear underwear. How is that not HOT??? ???????????????) my friends think I'm a stalker... oops, that was a lie. I don't have any friends. My conscience thinks I'm a stalker... but I'm not! I just follow him everywhere I can!!! *sigh*

Alright well I better call him now before I get off topic again. But I can't go crazy when I hear his angel voice. I will not scream. I will not scream. I will not scream. *dials number*

Oobi: Hello?
Me: *screams*
Oobi: Hello?!?
Me: *screams again*
Oobi: Ummm... is anyone there...?
Me: *screams again* (The sound of my scream breaks window, my cat runs out of the room and crashes into table, lamp falls over and hits me on head, sound of my skull cracking and me screeching in pain)
Oobi: Oh my gosh. Hold on... I'm calling 911. *hangs up and calls 911*

------------------------------------------30 MINUTES LATER-------------------------------------------

Me: *slowly opens eyes, notices I am in hospital bed with people standing around me*
Oobi: Guys! She's waking up!
Me: *Groans* How long have I been unconscious???
Doctor: Oh, just 56 years. JUST KIDDING!!! *bursts out laughing, does not seem to notice that everyone is staring at him like he's some kind of freak*
Father: About half an hour. how are you feeling?
Me: *just notices Oobi staring down at my face and screams*
Doctor: Maybe we should let her sleep some more. I think she may be traumatized.
Mother: You THINK?!?!? What kind of doctor are you?!?!?!?
Doctor: uhhh... *reads from ID* age: 38. weight: 170 pounds. height: 5'11". birthday: November???
Mother: Oh, never mind!
Father: Wait a minute!! let him finish!! I think I know this guy!!
Doctor: Okay then... *continues reading from ID*
Me: *has been staring at Oobi the entire time and is drooling*
Oobi: (uncomfortable) Ummm... hi...?
Me: *continues to stare and drool*
Oobi: Are you okay...?
Me: *continues to stare and drool*

This goes on for about 5 more minutes until it is decided that I am not fully recovered from my concussion and should be left alone. I fall asleep and have a dream:

I am swimming in the strawberry cheesecake I had for breakfast. (did I mention my incredibly healthy diet? xD) I have scales on my hands and arms. I see an island and swim up to it. As I enter the island, it becomes my room and I am watching myself call Oobi, break the window, and get a concussion. Then I leave the island to swim. (I seem to have forgotten that I can't swim.) I begin to drown, but I soon realize that I am just drowning in Oobi's eyes. ????????? We are on a cloud. He looks deep into my eyes, and asks me out to dinner. I literally melt. But this is a dream, so he is still talking to me like I'm completely normal. (Of course I never was normal, but that's a different story...) He asks me to go with him to "Fancy French Restaurant," which is the fanciest French restaurant in town. You'd never guess that from the title, though. Seriously, they could at least make it a little more obvious. Anyway, he leans closer to me and whispers my name. When I think I barely could take anymore of this heaven, I wake up.

I'm still in a romantic daze. I'm also still in the hospital bed. I feel completely recovered, so I get up and walk around. I go into the room where my family, the doctor, and ?????????Oobi????????? are waiting.

Oobi: *looks at me with those gorgeous eyes* How are you feeling?
Me: A lot better, now that you're here. *bats eyelashes*
Oobi: *is a bit shocked* Uhh... thank... you...?
Me: *leans against wall* Hey... are you busy Friday night?
Oobi: *uncomfortable* I... don't... think... so....
Me: *grins* Good. Then do think you might want to go to "Fancy French Restaurant" for dinner?
Oobi: Ummm... sure, I guess...
Me: *trys to contain excitement, but cannot. jumps around in circles and screams, runs around in circles and shouts for joy, jumps and runs around in circles and loses control of self. slips on non-slippery floor and cracks head open (in a different spot than before) and screams in pain*
Oobi: Oh my gosh! Hey! Doctor!
Doctor: NO!! I'M INNOCENT, I SWEAR!!! SEE? PROOF!!! *runs out to car and runs back in holding a corpse*
Mother: AAAAAHHHH!!!
Doctor: Oops. I grabbed the wrong thing. *trys to hide corpse*
Me: *unconscious*
Father: *talking to doctor* You are hereby arrested by the order of... *sighs* I don't know what I'm talking about. I'm a baker, not a policeman. All my life I hidden my true self behind a cold mask. ALL I EVER WANTED WAS TO BE ACCEPTED!!!! But that was not an option for me, you see. *sobs* All my life... *sobs* ...wasted... *sobs* WHY CAN'T I BE MYSELF?!?!?! *bawling*
Mother: Oh, shut up already! *slaps father with magazine*
Father: *doesn't shut up*
Mother: Ugh! I'm sick of this! *get in car and drives away, gets hit by another car and dies*
Father: *bawling, runs into the street, gets hit by car, and dies*
Me: *bleeds to death from head wounds*

The doctor was caught and put in prison for life. He soon dies from deppression. Oobi spends the next year thinking that it was his fault that everyone died and soon kills himself because he can't take it anymore.

THE END!!!