I have no idea what possessed me to write this, but here it is! It may be pretty dumb, as I've never written a story all as dialogue before. I'd appreciate it if you reviewed after reading. Thanks!

"Aren't I sexy?"

"Tucker, cut it out. I think all the Twinkies you've been eating are getting to your head." What a whack-job…

"I only had 32…although I do feel a little queasy. Anyway, answer the question—am I sexy or what?"

"You're a beret-wearing geek, Tucker. You tell me…h-hey! Put down that Twinkie!"

"Sam, you're cruel and unusual."

"When you get off the sugar rush, you're gonna regret eating all of those, you know."

"But this one's chocolate-flavored! And there's a honey one, a peppermint one, a—"

"They don't make peppermint-flavored Twinkies. Aargh. Oh, wait—there really is a honey-flavored one!"

"Toldja so."

"Throw me one…mmm…wow, these are good. How many more do you have?"

13 Twinkies Later

"Sugar, sugar, sugar, sugar, sugar! Pass me another!" Wheeeee!

"Um, Sam. We're out of Twinkies. You ate the last one."

"Let's go pick up some more! Let's get some from Danny!"

"Danny? Why Danny?"

"…"

"Oh, I know whyyy…"

"What's that smug look on your face for?"

"Ooooh! There's another Twinkie after all! It's mine!"

"Tucker, you're avoiding the question!"

"Oh, yeah. That. Are you clueless, too?"

"Why, you little—"

"Ow! Ow! Mercy! Ouch! St-stop! I give! I'm sorry!"

"Just keep in mind that since we're at my house, my rules apply. Don't say anything you'll feel sorry about later."

"Right." She's so evil…

"…"

"Can I have a cookie?"

22 Cookies Later

"Oww…muh belly hurts…"

"Ah, hah. So's mine…"

"Urgh. Can't believe I haven't gotten sick yet…"

"You haven't yet? I have."

"Wha—! Where!"

"…" In your favorite pair of combat boots.

"Tucker! Answer me!"

"You like Danny, right?"

"Wh-wh-where did th-that come from!" Oh, my gosh…am I that obvious?

"Thought so. Good, 'cause he's been blushing around ya quite a bit lately."

"He…has? Uh, I mean—shut up and stop avoi—"

"You're blushing, too."

"SHUT IT!" Is he trying to get his mouth torn off!

"Can't wait to tell Danny…" Oh, I am so getting my mouth torn off for this…

"N-no! Don't! If you do, you'll never see another computer for as long as you live!"

"Would you just tell 'im how you feel all ready? Really, it'll go over well."

"How would you know, Tucker? Just shut—"

"Fine. But if you don't, I will."

"You wouldn't."

"…"

"I still hate that evil smirk of yours."

"Good. It took me two hours to perfect it."

"So…he, uh, really likes me, y'think?"

"Duh."

"…"

"How're ya surprised? It's sooo obvious. Why do you think people call you lovebirds? Sheesh."

"What should I do?"

"Tell 'im! Geez!"

"Pass me another cookie."

"Sam, just tell him!" Suddenly I'm the expert on dating? How interesting.

"Tell Danny that I like him? But how am I supposed to tell him how handsome and nice and brave and funny I think he—h-h-hey! What is that!"

"Th-this? Just my PDA." Crud.

"But…you're recording this, aren't you! TUCKEEEEER!"

"…"

"Any last words?"

"Um, Danny. You can stop being intangible and come out now."

"WHAAATT!"

I hope it wasn't too bad...I wrote it in, like, five or six minutes yesterday. I dunno why...it just kinda popped into my head. -laughs- Review!