Fortunately, I screen-capped the doodle.
My sister still has the coolest boyfriend ever. I'm still jealous. Damn them both. *hissy*
I found an old, old, OLD story. Where the characters were so closely based on myself and my classmates that I gave 'em the same names.
I was always lost in books, cynical, and logical. Displayed little emotion beyond loyalty.
Michael was paired with the girl he had a crush on at the time, in the story I played matchmaker of sorts. (I liked him a bit when I wrote it, but left it alone because he liked someone else, and he was literally my only friend, so no sense in mucking it up, I figured)
The other characters were great comic relief.
I used to be really good at cheesy, stupid sit-com style humor.