Rooming with a Psychic
Disclaimer: Do not own Power Rangers...
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One thing bad about rooming with Bridge is that he's psychic. Which means he can read my mind anytime he wants, and blab my secrets to the world. Which means that when I'm in my room and Bridge is in too, I have no idea whether he's reading my mind or not. Well maybe I can, since one on his hadn would be gloveless and he'd be staring at me.
"Lights out."
"Why do you always say 'Lights out'? Why not 'Good Night' or something else? Instead of Lights out," Bridge asked. Not answering, I switched off the lights. I hear him sigh and turn off his lights.
Bridge sometimes is so wacked. I can remember when we first got into B Squad and Syd. We trained for two years just to get into B Squad. Bridge could just find out where the 'perp' was and Syd would do the attack. I'd do the defense.
Syd is so...
"Cute?" Bridge offered, from across the room. Damn, he was reading my mind.
"Not really... Everyone knows that Sky, Mr. Handbook Monitor, has a itsy bitsy crush on Syd, Miss S.P.D. Princess." I threw a pillow at him, hoping it would render him unconcious until day light.
"Shut up Bridge," I muttered. I'd rather room with Jack right now...
"Really?"
"Bridge, stop doing that! It's an invasion of my privacy..."
"Admit it Sky, you like Syd," Bridge persisted.
"Bridge, it's 12 o' clock at night, we have to wake up bright and early tomorrow. Today we just ran through the entire mud course 4 times, I'm not in the mood to talk. Leave me alone to sleep," I mumbled, sleepily.
"Sky and Syd forever, Sky likes Syd, Sky likes Syd," Bridge sang, apparently as tired as Sky. When will he shut up?
"Mmm..."
"Syd likes you too," said Bridge, stopping singing. Whatever Bridge... Syd likes you too... What did he just say? Syd likes me too?
"Really?" I asked, not feeling as tired as before.
"Oh, I'm really tired, night Sky," Bridge answered, doing a long exaggerated yawn. "Nighty Night Shuyler."
"Bridge, you can't just say that Syd likes me and knock off! Bridge! Bridge!" I stood up and went over to him, shaking him.
"So you admit that you like Syd?" Bridge said, smiling, his eyes still closed.
"Well... No..." Yeah, I like Syd.
"Liar..."
"Fine, I do..." Bridge could be so annoying at times...
"Yeah, you know the other time when I read Z's mind. I found out that Syd told Z that she liked you, but I didn't exactly say that cause there'd be this akward silence with you and Syd there," reasoned Bridge.
"Really?"
"You like her..." accused Bridge, for the how many-eth time? He had this knowing smile on his face.
"Yeah, I already said I did," I said, annoyed. This is what I mean by hating getting a psychic for a roomie.
"You know Z and I could arrange a date for you and Syd," said Bridge suddenly as I was trying to get some sleep again.
"Why you and Z?"
"Because Z is tired of waking up every night just to hear Syd blabber on about how cute you are and how much she wanted to go on a date with you," Bridge answered, I looked at him incredoulously. Am I suppose to believe that? "Yup you are... How could you think your nice roomie would lie to you?"
"Uh huh... You really gotta stop doing that..."
"We could you know..."Bridge continued, ignoring me.
I could feel a blush creeping up my cheeks. Bested by Bridge... Man- that sucks! "Sure... Whatever..." I mumbled before Bridge could see I was blushing.
"Ok, go I'll tell Z tomorrow." Z and Bridge are like a pair. I mean not dating kind of pair. Just a pair. They hang with each other. Most probably because Bridge was the first one to accept her and Jack. It's like BAM! instant friends.
"Night Sky." I don't like Syd. I don't like Syd. "Yeah you do."
"GOODNIGHT Bridge!"
"Night Sky." I can pratically picture him grinning.
Grunt.
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Crappy ending- yes I know... So sue me! I'm thinking of making a sequel or whatever... Sorry no ispirtation right now... Please review!
Blackie Frogz