I do not have a crush on Indiana Jones!

Why does he insist that I do?

Just because we argue all of the time doesn't mean I like him. Quite the opposite: I despise him.

He thinks he is so smooth with that filthy, brown hat, bull whip, and an almost nine o' clock shadow. Ha! The only thing he is is a complete goof. He thinks so highly of himself because he can find artifacts.

Well, whoop-de-doo for you Indy; all archaeologists can do that.

What kind of name is 'Indiana' anyways?! Ugh it's so...so childish! I mean honestly you got your name from a dog? Come on Indy, you can do better than that.

Or maybe you can't? Well, that's understandable, because underneath that rough, wanna-be-tough, covered-in-dirt exterior, you're probably just a sissy. And just because my father loves you doesn't mean you're my Rudolph Valentino. It just means he likes you for the fact that you're his wonderfully brilliant protégé. I use the "wonderfully brilliant" loosely.Hmph.

Mark my words Mr. Jones: I could never, ever, in an entire eternity, like someone as arrogant as you.


A/N: Not exactly meant to be a chapter. More like an introduction. Bear with me though, it's my first Indy story, and if I get some of the references wrong I am sorry (the past movies are a bit fuzzy). Reviews are appreciated, and suggestions for plot are welcome as well.