A Change Of Scenery

So I've noticed that lately all of our posts have had SOMETHING to do with romantic relationships, one way or another, so I've decided to write a completely different(before I inevitably go write a gooey romance post) I'm writing a post about...

OLD PEOPLE!!

Yep. The awesome oldies. So for the past month or so my dad has been volunteering at a local nursing home to teach them watercolor painting(which my dad is pretty beastly at). I've recently begun going with him and helping out, a.k.a. letting them do a little then doing most of the work for them, then letting them believe they did it and telling them you love it. It's very satisfying. I'm going to tell you a couple of stories about them and a little about who they are, and because they're nice old people who probably don't care, I'm not changing names. I'll start with Miss Margret. Miss Margret is a hoot, She's always wearing a big hat and lots of Marti Gras style beads and carrying a little wallet/purse thing around as she wheels around in her wheel chair. We painted impressionist roses one week, and dad said "alright, just do some squiggley lines a somewhat of a circle." and naturally Miss Margret did lines in what could only be the most un-circular manner possible, but she's so sweet you just have to answer 'it's perfect' when she asks how you like it. I'm running short on fumes, so I'll just tell you about one other awesome oldster before I sign out. Her name is Miss Virginia, and she's not even a resident at the home. According to the nurses, her husband and son died there, and her daughter is a current resident,  but she won't live there. She comes by three times a day and eats every meal there, and now takes our painting class. She'd probably got the best actual skills of the group of oldies, aside from one man. She's adorable. 

Well folks, that's all for now. 

 bye

Love Love,

Phrank Mc.

Phred Lies A Lot

So as I said in a previous post I have a boyfriend now.

What I might not have said was that neither of us are telling our parents.

So when I was having a casual convo with Le Copain when suddenly I get a text
I'm going to tell this story in a color code, and it goes like this (Take me by the tongue and I'll.... no one?)
Red - Nate/My boyfriend's texts
Dark Purple - My texts
Orange - My irrational mind
Blue - My rational mind
Light Purple - This is me being the narrator
And we begin.

I love you <3
I love you too <3
And then I get this text
Are you Nate's girlfriend.
WHAT THE EFFING EFF DO I DO???
Lie, duh.
BUT WHAT DO I SAY??
Act confused.
Hm?
Are you Nate's girlfriend? (HIS MOTHER)
Um, no.
SHE WON'T BELIEVE ME, SHE WON'T!!
Calm down, just wait for the reply.
Lol it's me i'm just fucking with you.
Exactly what my mother would say. WHAT DO I DO?!?!
Call him, obviously.
BUT WHAT IF HIS MOM PICKS UP?
Then hang up.
So I called him.
Hahaha, ha ha! I got you!
YOU LITTLE
Then I hung up.
The funny thing is I knew exactly what to do if it really had been his mom.
I knew the exact lies I would tell and the story I would use.
Yup, Phred lies.
A lot.
What is your best lying story?
Tell us in the comments.
Until next time

- Phred McSparrow

The Story Of How Phred Got A Boyfriend

Gather 'round children, and let me tell you a tale of impossible things.

Once upon a time there lived an awkward geek named Phred.

Phred was a strange young girl.

She played video games, wrote books and songs and poetry, scoured the internet all day and went to school at home.

She had many friends that were boys, most of them much older than her.

She liked some of them, including a boy 6 years older than her.

One day he asked her if she liked him.

She told him the truth.

He rudely exclaimed "I knew it!" and told her he didn't feel the same way.

Phred was sad and scared to ever tell a boy she liked him again.

Then along came a boy named Nate.

Nate was cute and funny, but sometimes mean to Phred.

He didn't mean to be, but sometimes Phred felt like he hated her.

Phred liked Nate a lot, but she couldn't tell him that.

She liked to talk to him, and at camp they talked a lot.

They walked together and talked a lot.

Phred told Nate something she'd never told anyone before, not even Phrank.

But when she told Nate's friend Anna she liked him, Anna told her he didn't feel the same.

Phred acted like she didn't care, even though it hurt her a lot.

Camp went by, and the more Phred liked Nate, the less she thought he liked her.

Then one day, a few weeks after camp, very late at night Nate asked Phred something Phred didn't want to answer.

He asked her "Do you like me?"

Phred was in a dilemma.

Should she lie to Nate and not get hurt? 

Or should she tell the truth?

After some contemplating, she told him yes, but she knew he didn't like her.

But Phred was wrong.

Phred was very wrong and for the past few days Phred has been in a happy blur with her new boyfriend, Nate.

Will they live happily ever after?

Only time will tell.

But rest assured, Phred will tell you all what she has to share.

How To Do Bible Camp As Phred McSparrow

So this past week I've been at a bible camp, experienced some odd things, fangirled over an odd guy and made some odd friends. I started off well by complimenting an old frenemy and continued to be nice so perhaps now we're friends again. I figured out I decidedly hate someong I'll call Yvvet and Decidedly love someone I'll call Ashlyn. I met a 20something who I look up to like a sister and cried with multiple times. I met a guy who won't take no for an answer and a guy who can twerk better than Mikey Cyrus. I met Cameron Mitchell who is an amazing singer and hilarious dancer. I made friends with some guys who run the zip line after I cried when I saw the height but ended up going twice. I punched a friend so I could calm down after some idiot grabbing my butt. I felt the wave pool in my sleep and I was temporarily hard of hearing after every "session". But over all, even though I don't believe in that god it was a great experience. And hopefully I made some good friends.

Phrankies Camp Experience

Hello my lovely adoring fans(not that I have any). I've realized that my posts if late have all been these ooey gooey romantic Snippet Stories, and I cordially apologize (I also apologize for possibly using cordially incorrectly, as I am not 100% of it's meaning but just felt like using it). That being said, I am going to tone down on said gooey romance for a while, or at least balance it out with other not gooey posts. MOVING ON. 

You'll notice that phred and I made no posts last week. We probably didn't the week before either, but I am pointing out last week specifically. This particular week is significant because we were at a summer camp called Shift. This camp was located in Ocoee Tennessee and was rather awesome, I might say.now, I could go into the details of camp, the messy paint fights, food fights, so many boobs I didn't need to see, wet kick ball and such.but that would take way to long to type out on an IPad(which is the current device I'm using) and frankly(phrankly, haha) I'm too lazy. I guess I shall brush the surface of the guy deemed Fluffy. So, straight off the buswe were shuffled into the 'auditorium for some music and then a quick rules/guideline/where we were sleeping meeting.the first song the band played was 'best day of my life', sung by this scrawny blonde guy with this sort of Mohawk think but it was floppy instead of sticking up. And it was fluffy and product free. While he was singing he was doing this really crazy dancing thing, where he was jumping and moving and almost head banging in the most awkward way, but he did it with such a confidence that it became smooth and rhythmic and he made it look awesome. So after music and the speeches and such, on the way to our cabin phred and I were talking about him. Now, I thought the guy was pretty rad and groovy(two words rarely used anymore that I like), but phred was in love with him. Like, we spoke of him lots, because she loved him. I think it was mostly the confidence in his weird dances that got her, but I'll convince her to write about it. So anyways, the 'first sighting' of him was Monday. We (or more so she) obsessed over him the rest of the week, claiming she would declare her love for him before Friday (which is the day we left) and referring to him as Fluffy(cuzza the hair). At one point, we were at the wave pool and asked for his name by someone who we'd seen talking with him. I guess he didn't see who she was pointing at and told us it was Alex.  Which we later learned was wrong. So Thursday morning at breakfast phred and our friend who I'll call Alexis saw another band member sitting alone, and offered to sit with him. Upon doing so they struck up a conversation and (of course) the topic we to to Fluffy. As it turns out his name was Cameron. (I'm not changing his name because reasons). Later at our 'morning show',  he (Cameron) was brought up and interviewed, and told a bit of his life story. His name was Cameron mitchel and he was apparently famous(to a degree). In the single digit 2000somethings he was on a show called the Glee Project, and was a fan favorite. He told us that due to his Christianity and having a girlfriend back home, he quit the show and refused a position on the show Glee, because they wanted him to make out with a girl for 'sexuality' week. Even when the producer of Glee told him there would be no kissing scenes if that's what he wanted to be on the show, he said no. So basically, we'd idolized a guy with thousands of twitter followers(tweeting him in languages he didn't speak, occasionally) because of his dance moves. Now, I don't know about Alexis or phred, but I couldn't tell him that we thought he was awesome now, after finding out he was famousish. Not because I'd 'freeze up in his famed presence' or anything, but because I didn't want to seem like a stupid ditz who loved him because it was a popular choice. Therefore, i never ended up speaking to him in person. And that's the story of how I fangirled over a guy I didn't know was famous.

Thanks for reading.

Love love

Phrank Mc.
****Edit****
The Ashlyn mentioned in phred's  post about camp is the Alexis mentioned in mine. 

Snippet Stories: Interruption

"So what do you want to do tomorrow?" He asked her. "Oh, I dunno. Any ideas?" She asked as they both took seats on the faded blue couch in Her and Her roommate's humble living room.

 Said roommate was away for today, but tomorrow needed the whole apartment for a family party. So, she'd kindly 'asked' Her to clear out to make room for several unpleasant and funny-smelling long-lost aunts and uncles for the occasion. "Trust me," Her roommate had said. "If I had a choice, I'd go with you." But, unfortunately for Her roommate, her presence was required at the party, so She chose to spend the weekend doing who-knows-what with Him. 

"Well, we can't really go to the movies, we did that last weekend." He said, bringing her back to the present. "Yeah. True." She muttered, not really sure what She was agreeing with. "Oh, I think the state fair is in town until next week, how about we go?" She suggested. She shot him a questioning look when he started giggling at memories he'd yet to share. "Well, we could, but that probably would be dangerous given my past history will the fair ground..."

 She sighed as He launched into a story involving Him and some friend's mishaps at past Fair event. It was to early in the morning for a story, she thought as she watched His facial expression's slight variations as He spoke. Mesmerized by the emotion portrayed, She found Herself frozen to the spot with Her eyes fixed on Him, but Her mind wandering a million miles away.

 She suddenly lurched forwards and wrapped Her arms around His neck, crushing Her lips to His. At first He was rigid with confusion, but then He sank into the embrace. After a moment, He gently pulled away and asked "What was that for?" She grinned, face still inches from His. "Sometimes you talk too much, and I have to stop you somehow." He grinned back. "Well, in that case.." His sentence trailed off as he leaned into kiss her again- 

"Hey? Did you hear me?" He said, waving His hand in front of Her glazed-over eyes. She let out a sigh, realizing it was a daydream, and She was still frozen in Her original position with Her eyes fixed on His face. "Huh?" She said. He chuckled. "Long story short, every time I go to the fair someone gets an E.R. visit or left behind." "I just can't take you anywhere, can I?" She murmured in amusement, scooting closer to Him as She spoke. He raised his eyebrows in a mock-hurt way.

 Once again She grinned, then kissed Him as She had in Her daydream. And, like in the day dream, he momentarily resisted before relaxing and wrapping His own arms around Her waist. And, also like in the daydream, He pulled away to ask a question. 

"What's this?" He inquired. "I've just had a daydream very similar to this, and I was seeing if the real thing would be as nice." She replied. "Oh. Verdict?" He seemed to be all about the questions today. "Better," She smiled. "And let's take our chances with the fair grounds." "Aye aye, Captain." He said, then leaned in for another kiss. But this time there were no interruptions. 

Thanks for reading.

Love Love,

Phrank Mc.

IMPORTANT

Hi guys. 

Sorry to bother you. 

So recently there was a slip up here on P&P. 

you don't know what the slip up is unless you were apart of it, in which case(which case being you're not part of the slip up) this post will just be confusing and I apologize. HOWEVER if you were part of said slip up, please continue reading. I made a boo boo and told someone about the blog and they made a second boo boo and told someone else about the blog who was not supposed to know about the blog because of things posted on here that are not to be publicly known about one of us. That being said PLEASE if your are the person who read it who wasn't supposed to read the blog, PLEASE KEEP THE PRIVATE INFORMATION TO YOURSELF. Thank you.

Bye 

Phrank&Phred.