Uh, pretty much all of it was at the very least sexual harassment.

(Which is a crime. What, you thought people don’t going around sexually harassing each other all the time out of simple human decency?!)

spotted: Sophie’s choice joke. I leve it to you to make the meta-jokes about their weird sophie’s choice joke.

I was so embarrassed I threw up on him. “Ugh!” he jumped away from me scowling.

“But I only want to make you happy!” I cried, tears starting to well. A little bit of vomit still dribbled from the corner of my mouth. As I stood up to try and reach him I tripped over the table and crashed to the ground. My glasses flew off my nose, and my scrunchie broke when it caught on the edge of the bench. Now my heart AND my favorite scrunchie were broken.

We had started to make a scene; from my first off-key note, people had started looking at us. I looked up pathetically from the ground at him. “Nic…” I gasped.

Something had changed, though. People had stopped snickering and looked at me differently. I rose slowly, trying to figure out whether I had spilled any chocolate milk on my clothes on the way down.

But no. My overalls were free of stains, though they had snapped and the front hung down so my blouse showed and it looked like I was just wearing regular jeans. My hair flowed freely around my shoulders. I couldn’t see a thing, and started feeling around for my glasses. Nic had an awestruck look on his face.

“You’re- you’re beautiful,” he said. “Just the way you are. Without glasses and with your hair down. Although if you put on some makeup too that would help.”

“Really?” I said, and the entire cafeteria nodded enthusiastically. “So I’m good enough to be your girlfriend now?”

“Better than that,” he said. He raised my hand in the air. “This is my girlfriend! We’re dating!” he yelled to the whole school.

In a cute, mysterious way, he wiped the vomit from my face and kissed me, right then and there.

phew! SOLVED.

They’re the same video! Doesn’t anybody notice this? THEY’RE THE SAME VIDEO. I feel like I’m taking crazy pills or something.

unless we are having a tacit agreement where we pretend they are not the same.

wait. I’m confused. which one of them is the angel?

fashion trends among vgum monsters:
-glasses (serious eyesight problems d00d!)
-black and white stripes

should Discovery Channel ever want to do a immersion probe into the Monster den to observe the lifestyle/habitat, I think they know what to wear.

SHOOTING FOR THIRD

this was a corrs song with different words?

oh wait, it is not. that is just what Gabe called him at the end by accident. or by freudian slip.