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| Teflon Sisters |
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| Author: Reena Email: [email protected] Rating: uh, average, PG15 "I so cannot believe him!" "Tell me about it!" "He's so stupid!" "I know!" "It's like he's not even aware of what he said wrong." "Yeah, you could just draw them a map and they still wouldn't figure it out." "How on Earth did I end up dating him?" "You're asking me?" "Point taken. So what did he do?" "I don't even want to talk about it. It's like I try to help him out and all he does is tune me out. Unless it includes the words Eraser Room or Apartment, I might as well be talking to a brick wall. So what did Chia do?" "He pathetically attempted to apologize to me." "And just dug himself in deeper?" "Uh huh. Saying I wasn't cool with he and Liz's past relationship." "Oh brother. Leave it to Chia." "What about Michael?" "What do you mean?" "Apologizing?" "Apologizing? Michael? No, see Michael doesn't apologize. Not like a normal person. He kind of walks in circles around it, then gives me his puppy eyes along with a smirk, usually followed by a quick kiss. It's like his warped way of apologizing." "And it works?" "Oh, yeah. I'm such a sucker for his eyes. And he totally knows it. Plus, the action afterwards..." "And to think I wanted to learn about the dog house from you." "Hey, just because I cave to the Spacemunch doesn't mean that I don't do a mean job of torturing him beforehand." "Right." "One time, he tried to put me on probation. His moronic plan failed." "What did you do?" "Oh, it was good. I wore a halter top the next day with my hair up. He sits behind me in history." "Nice." "And a short skirt." "Lemme guess. Legs crossed over so he could see them, too?" "You got it, babe. It's all about the details." "So what happened?" "Caved like the guy that he is. Guess his "Energy Source" couldn't take it. You should try it." "Nah. I'm going straight for the dog house." "That's what my mom calls Phase One of the dog house. Spacecase just didn't know it." "I see." "Man, Tess, the things you could do. I mean, you live in the same house as this guy. Towel torture, t-shirts only, dropping things...the possibilities are endless. But there is one rule. You can't cave. No. Matter. What." "No problem." "You mean Kyle doesn't have anything that he does that turns you into mush?" "Nope." "Nothing?" "No. What does Michael do?" "Uh huh. Can't tell. He'd kill me." "So? He's on probation, right?" "Absolutely. But he'd still kill me." "Come on, Maria!" "Remember those complexes I was telling you about?" "Yeah?" "Let's just say that his mush-factor is one of them." "I can't believe that you're telling me that Michael...Guerin...does something to turn you into mush." "Believe it, sister. And if you think that Chia doesn't do anything to turn you into mush, you're kidding yourself. Why else would we be with those two inept excuses for boyfriends?" "Because I have certain issues that not all guys can know about?" "Right. The I-was-hatched issue. Nice try." "Okay, so maybe he does something that drives me crazy..." "And what if he tries to do it while you're dog-housing him?" "I can resist." "Are you sure?" "Yeah. I'm Teflon." "No you're not. Sorry, babe. I've got dibs on the Teflon. Ask Lizzie." "Fine, then I'm..." "Resistant?" "Boring." "Firm?" "Lame." "Hey now..." "Sorry. They sucked." "Fine. You can borrow Teflon. But I get it back." "Agreed." "So remember, stand firm. No matter what." "Got it. You too." *RING!* Lunch had officially ended. "Alright, I'll see you later." "Okay, bye." Tess headed off to her next class while Maria headed towards Chemistry. She watched as her lab partner, Max Evans, entered the classroom. She followed suit and took her seat next to him. "Hey Girlfriend. You will so not believe what happened to me at lunch today! Actually, you probably will believe it. It's just so my luck these days. It all started with Chia pulling me into the Eraser Room and..." Poor Max Evans silently groaned. It was just his luck that he'd have to hear the play-by-play of lunch from his "Girlfriend." It was just a fate he could never escape. * * * * * |
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