Hey, everyone! This is the beginning of my Adyson Sweetwater shipfic! If you're utterly confused and want a complete description/explanation, please visit my profile.
Short Version: I love crack pairings. I like Adyson. Adyson + anyone can count as a crack pairing in my book. If you feel passionately about a pairing, go to my profile and vote on up to 4 characters.
I decided that I would allow the character who had the most votes on the 1st of September to be the first character I write about.
Introducing Adyson's new boyfriend, Buford von Stomm!
Buford had always considered himself a tough guy. He chewed Tuff Gum, worked out every morning, and beat up nerds. Plus, he was on the football team, and he'd expanded the number of nerds he beat up on a regular basis from one to three. And sometimes, he'd trip a nerd he didn't know, just for fun.
Yes, Buford was tough inside and out. Maybe there was a small area, down and to the left of his heart, that was slightly softer than the rest of him. The bit that knew French and enjoyed fairies. And now that bit seemed to have set its eye on that one girl, with brown hair, large bangs, and - let's face it - an amazing figure. What was her name? Angel? Divinity? Perfection? Oh yeah, Adyson Sweetwater.
Of course, when she was pointed out to him, he'd pretend to not know her that well. But of course he knew her. Her name was Adyson Sweetwater, she had two older brothers, she had brown eyes and wore contacts, she stood five foot seven, favored her left hand, and was on the tennis team. He didn't stalk her or anything, but his ears perked up whenever he heard "Adyson," "Sweetwater," "Addy," or her rather crude nickname, "Sweet Ass Addy." Plus, there may have been that one time that she dropped her wallet outside the tennis court and Buford had returned it to her. Her driver license may or may not have fallen out when he picked it up upside-down. She might have still been wearing her uniform. She probably had taken it with her left hand before she got into the backseat of the car driven by a guy in his early twenties with a senior in the passenger seat, both of whom resembled her.
But, you know, Buford didn't go out of his way to find this out or anything creepy like that. Just stuff he picked up along the way. Even though he'd known Isabella for three years longer than Adyson and didn't know half about Isabella what he knew about Addy.
Buford mused on this as he stuffed Baljeet into a locker, probably not his own. The Indian boy seemed to notice that Buford was somewhat distracted.
"Is there something on your mind, Buford? Am I not groaning in pain loud enough? Is that it?"
"Nah, it ain't you. Just… ah, forget it. Shouldn't be telling you this stuff anyway. Just shut up and start screaming some more."
"It is a girl, is it not? Do you like someone? And you don't know if she likes you back?"
"Maybe." Buford started to close the door.
"Well, you should ask her to homecoming, whoever she is. I am sure you will not regret it." Baljeet's voice was muffled, since the door was closed all the way.
"Eh. I may consider it. See ya later, nerd."
The next day, Buford didn't lay a hand on Baljeet. When Baljeet opened his locker, there was a note.
Thanks for givin' me the advice. It worked. I'll beat you up twice as hard tomorrow.
