move along, move along,

Mattie Ritter, seventeen year old daughter of Tyson Ritter. Mostly a tomboy, mixed with your traditional theatre nerd. I'm an intern at a radio station around here, maybe you've heard me in the background or something. I can't wait to get out of this city, honestly. Jesse is my best friend. [[dear god i am not samantha barks, nor am i claiming to be. roleplay purposes only.]]

[j-carrabba-blog]

I need coffee and bread pronto.

[j-carrabba-blog]

Never! Everything I say about you is all true. I’m glad it makes you happy, though. I suppose you’re right about the girls here. You do know the inner workings of girl world, unlike me.

[noitsmattieritter]

You're too sweet to me. I gues your opinion of all true is very different from my own on this. Hey, being friends with you makes me happy, so no need to worry there! I'm still not sure if I understand the 'girl world,' as you put it, entirely. Probably not many of us do though. Jesus, I've hung out with too many guys.

[j-carrabba-blog]

I need coffee and bread pronto.

[j-carrabba-blog]

And you’re the prettiest, smartest, most thoughtful girl I know. Girls are pretty magical in my opinion. Not just ‘cause they’re girls…but they’re all basically gandhi. Even the ones that pretend to be stupid.

[noitsmattieritter]

And you, despite knowing how to charm the hell out of a girl, hold far too high of an opinion of me. Even if it secretly makes me very happy. Also, you clearly haven't met the right girls if you think they're all little balls of wisdom. Especially stupid ones. We're still just people. Although I could possibly be biased because I am a girl. Who knows?

[j-carrabba-blog]

I need coffee and bread pronto.

[j-carrabba-blog]

Nah, you’re still a girl. Girls know things. I’ve come to realize that. I’ll allow you to be the knight, only if sometimes you’ll be the damsel in distress and let me be the hero.

[noitsmattieritter]

Nice to know I'm not viewed as a guy. Which I mean without sarcasm although that's probably how it came out. We do know things. We think about stuff more. I dunno, I'm pretty bad at that whole damsel in distress thing.

[j-carrabba-blog]

I need coffee and bread pronto.

[j-carrabba-blog]

Considering you’re a girl, I would hope so. Thank god you’re around though, or I would surely would have been murdered by a mob of angry women.

[noitsmattieritter]

I don't know, I could be terrible at telling you what to do with girls. All I do is hang around guys, at least I did before I came here. Hm, you're probably right. How exciting, I get to be the knight in shining armor on occasion.

[j-carrabba-blog]

I need coffee and bread pronto.

[j-carrabba-blog]

You’re right. You’re always right.

[noitsmattieritter]

I am not always right. I'm just much better dealing with girls than you are.

[alittles0m3thing]

[j-carrabba-blog]

I need coffee and bread pronto.

[j-carrabba-blog]

But…what in the hell did I do?! I don’t know how to do anything unless I know what wreckage I caused…

[noitsmattieritter]

I can't answer that for you, obviously. Even if curiosity is driving you absolutely mad, I'd still wait a couple days before you interrogate her about it. Let her try to get over it, whatever it might happen to be.

[j-carrabba-blog]

I need coffee and bread pronto.

[j-carrabba-blog]

You’re a girl, right? I don’t know what to say, I don’t know what to do!

[noitsmattieritter]

Thank you for your brilliant observation, I never would have guessed. I don't know how to make her not awkward, but try your best to ignore it and let it pass is generally a good policy, at least for a couple days. If she's still being cryptic and all, then I'd ask. Nicely.

[j-carrabba-blog]

I need coffee and bread pronto.

[j-carrabba-blog]

Well thanks, Mattie. That’s exactly what I want to hear right now.

[noitsmattieritter]

Nothing but the blunt, honest truth from me, you know that. She's probably just awkward considering she probably still likes you and you most likely spent the night but don't remember a bit of it. It's an awkward situation all around.

[j-carrabba-blog]

I need coffee and bread pronto.

[j-carrabba-blog]

I have absolutely no idea. The last thing I really remember was finding my way to her apartment and her inviting me in.

[noitsmattieritter]

Currently trying to figure out how you could've not fucked this one up, no offense. You're good at that. Uhmm..

[j-carrabba-blog]

I need coffee and bread pronto.

[j-carrabba-blog]

I must have done something…last night, while I was drunk. Dani’s being very cryptic, and she seems upset.

[noitsmattieritter]

Christ, okay. That really sucks, I gotta hand it to you. What do you think you might have done?

[j-carrabba-blog]

I need coffee and bread pronto.

[j-carrabba-blog]

Mattie, why am I so bad at life?

[noitsmattieritter]

You don't seem so bad at life to me. Fess up, what happened that's got you down?

[j-carrabba-blog]

I need coffee and bread pronto.

[j-carrabba-blog]

Wouldn’t it be awesome if we didn’t have to actually go to school past like..9th grade?

[noitsmattieritter]

Wouldn't it though? Even tenth. I could do sophomore year. Junior year is just a pain though.

[j-carrabba-blog]

I need coffee and bread pronto.

[j-carrabba-blog]

You should have told me you were having trouble. I’d love to help you. Seriously, we don’t even use half this math in real life.

[noitsmattieritter]

I'm pretty sure I've faked it ever since algebra one. Speaking of, I feel like it shouldn't be required past algebra two or geometry, seriously. You can take it if you want, I just don't want to touch it.

[j-carrabba-blog]

I need coffee and bread pronto.

[j-carrabba-blog]

Not my fault I’m so smart! But truthfully if I could go back in time, the only thing I would do is kill the person who got math into our curriculum.

[noitsmattieritter]

Well maybe your smart self should come help me with my precalc work, because I have pretty much no idea what's going on in this class. Right though? Who even thought requiring four years of math would be an intelligent decision?

[j-carrabba-blog]

I need coffee and bread pronto.

[j-carrabba-blog]

Imagine being thrown into a room with the constant sound of people talking, a teacher yelling at them, and industrial lights blaring down at it all.

[noitsmattieritter]

That sounds like a nightmare, especially if you're hungover experiencing it. Thankfully I'm not a math genius and am in lowly regular precalculus, although that's still a nightmare.

[j-carrabba-blog]

I need coffee and bread pronto.

I hate hangovers more than AP Calculus.

[noitsmattieritter]

More than AP Calculus? That’s some serious hatred right there.

[j-carrabba-blog]

When you have a hangover through most of the school day, it makes Calculus almost unbearable.

[noitsmattieritter]

I thought it already was, so I guess it made it even worse than imaginable. Yikes.