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| We're Whipped Part 2 |
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| Author: Reena Email: [email protected] Rating: uh, average, PG15 "Hello." "Yeah, I'm here. Miss me already?" "What time?" "Maria! Come on." "But-" "I don't owe you-" "Fine." "I said fine. I'll be there at one." Michael turned to face his "buddies." Each one of them had a grin on their faces. "Parole officer?" "Shut up, Valenti." "Guys, let's put this to a vote. Who thinks Maria owns Michael?" One person had his face in a scowl, arms across his chest. The other three had a hand raised. One person was smiling and waving his hand around, emphasizing his vote. "Maxwell! Alex! Fine. You be put on probation by your girlfriends and then come talk to me." "Evans will never be on Liz-probation." "True, Kyle. True. Max will never know probation. But, Kyle...I won't be surprised if Tess learned the art of probation from Maria. She's quite persuasive." "And you, Whitman? Will you ever be on Isabel-probation?" Two laughs were heard. "No." "Just because I don't screw up royally like you do Michael...I mean, really. Insulting her "My Little Pony" collection? Bad move. And if you know what's good for you, you won't insult dalmations, 'The Last Unicorn,' or 'The Princess Bride' if you know what's good for you." "I already know about 'The Princess Bride.' But, some Isabel advice. And I think Max can concur on this one. Whatever she asks you...the answer is "yes." Unless it's a "fat" question. Then it's always 'no.'" "Guerin. Every guy knows that." "Kyle, Isabel is a little worse when it comes to questions. She can give a mean silent treatment when she's unhappy with you. Trust me and Michael on that one." Michael nodded in agreement, as Alex took in his information. "Hey guys. You may think Isabel has me wrapped around her little finger, but so do your girlfriends. Even you, Kyle. Even you. We're all whipped. Face it." An uncomfortable silence hit the room. Michael got more pizza and soda. Kyle pretended that he didn't hear Alex. And Max, well Max knew it was true. "So, Guerin. Think you can beat me at Hockey?" "Without trying." "Prove it." The "bonding" conversation was over. Michael and Kyle declared war on each other playing Hockey. Max and Alex engaged in a ping-pong tournament. There was no more talking on the subject of girls. * * * * * |
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