Stryker:I do not own Inazuma eleven or the OC, Heather Bell. This is a story I wrote with a friend of mine, Hibisha, in class. We were bored and so, We decided to write a wherever-it-leads-to story, by taking turns. ^_^

Shirou: …

Burn: I'm famous!

Gazelle: You were already famous doofus.

Atsuya: Hmm…. What did the summary mean? Was it a hint?

Hibisha: The Italics are my half and the bold out parts are Stryker's.

Stryker: On with the fic.


"STINK BOMBS"

"Please Burn!" Gazelle whined.

"No!" Came a firm reply.

"Please!"

"No!"

Gazelle was getting desperate. He needed a car. And he needed it now.

"I'll pay you!" He burst out.

"What's wrong with your car?" The red headed teen growled.

"The tyres are flat!" Gazelle wailed.

"Where do you wanna go?"

"I have a date with Heather."

"Heather Bell? The boy hater?"

"Yes?"

"Oh! That just proves it! You must look like a girl. She favors girls more! Honestly, I believe she's homo! And you too"

"Are you calling me a homo?" Gazelle asked incredulously.

"Mmhm…. I mean think about it, She hates boys. And suddenly, you're going on a date with her? Perhaps her girl side's in love with your boy side and her boy side's in love with your girl side." Burn said, suppressing the urge to laugh.

Gazelle stared at Burn for a minute.

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR F****** MIND! That doesn't even make sense!" Shouted Gazelle.

"What?" Burn asked innocently, "I mean you're usually mistaken as a girl and she's usually mistaken as a boy…" He paused. "Me on the other hand, I'm 100% boy!"

" You do know you're my roommate, right?" Gazelle asked releasing a dark aura.

"Yes…." Burn said slowly

"Do you know that if I were homo I would have...you-know-what?" Gazelle said, a maniacal smile lightning up his face.

Burn gulped, " Uhh… ummm…. OK! OK! You'r not homo! Happy?"

" Yes! Now, Can I have the car?"

"Yes."

"Thank you!"

THE DATE:

"Do you smell something Gazelle?" Heather asked, covering her nose as the two of them approached Burn's car.

"He didn't…" Gazelle took a whiff and wrinkled his nose in disgust. " He did."

"He who?" Heather asked.

"BURN!" Gazelle growled.

"That really hot British dude?" She asked flatly.

Gazelle slowly turned his head to look at Heather, creeping her out. Plus, scaring the shit out of her.

"What?" she asked innocently.

"He. Is. Not. Hot. No, He. Is. The. World's. Biggest. Git."

"Uh…you know him?" She asked incredulously.

"Unfortunately, I'm the poor sad roommate who has to clean up his mess only to have him mess it up again." He said.

"Well…he is the star forward."

Gazelle stared at her.

"What am I? A volleyball?"

"No…. you're…. you're…. You're just not him ok? He's Burn, you're Gazelle. He's hot, you're cool."

"Is that a compliment or are you dissing me" Gazelle wanted to know.

"Compliment. I just said he was hot, which he is. Meaning, he melt the snowman I built yesterday."

"He melt your snowman?" Gazelle asked.

"Yeah. He touched it…." Heather said, narrowing her eyes. "That Git! It took me hours to make that stupid snowman!"

"Yeah, you might say it was stupid. It looked like you Gazelle." Came a voice from behind.

They both whirled around to see Burn seated there.

"Liked my stink bomb?" He asked, a devilish smile spreading across his face.

"You planted it?" Heather asked in a love-struck voice.

"Wow does your personality changes quickly." muttered Gazelle. "So Burn, You planted a stink bomb, in your own car, just to ruin my date?" Gazelle asked with a catty smile.

Burn looked at him with a dumbfounded expression.

"Your own car?" Heather asked in a tone which said, How-stupid-can you-be?

"My car?" Burn squeaked.

"Your car. Your brand new car." Gazelle added, "Didn't you like save up one year's allowance for it?" Clearly he was enjoying the situation.

"I ruined it!" Burn wailed.

" No problem." Heather stated, "I'll fix it."

She strode forward and sprayed perfume on it until it smelled something Miss World would drive, not something like a jock and a major hunk would drive. Burn looked ready to cry.

"You're making it worse!" He yelled.

Gazelle shrugged.

"Heather, you're only making it worse!" Burn repeated.

Heather shrugged, "How about we try to get it cleaned?"

Gazelle snickered, " Ooooh! I really hope you try to ruin more of my dates." Gazelle said.

Suddenly, the school's most popular twins came walking upto them, Atsuya and Shirou Fubuki.

"Isn't that your new car Burn?" Atsuya asked, wrinkling his nose.

"Yes!" Burn whined.

Shirou lifted his face up and sniffed. A dreamy look crossed his face, "Impulse… $75 an ounce…"

Atsuya's eyes started twitching, Burn gave Shirou with a weird look and Gazelle's jaw dropped open in astonishment.

"B-But…how the hell did he know?" Heather asked.

"Simple….. I used it to make a bomb for Atsuya's stinky side of the room. You know, so it doesn't smell bad." He said sweetly.

"You what?" Atsuya shouted. Then a sound came from Atsuya's room.

"BOOM!"


Hibisha: That'll teach'em. Poor Heather.

Stryker: Poor Atsuya! His room got…. Perfumized?

Shirou: I love 'Impulse'.

Atsuya: Burn's new car! Hahaha!

Burn (scowling): Just review….

Heather: Who are you people?