Yo! Okay, this is an unusual pairing. Maybe I won't make this into a pairing. It is catergorised as Romance/Friendship so you can't get me, ha-ha! But with a little encouragement from your reviews, I might just change it. So what's it gonna be? BFF or BGR? That's best friend forever and boy-girl-relationship by the way. Takes place in TDI Not Quite Famous.
I wish I own TDI. But wishes can't all be granted, right?
"Did you say you brought a red ant farm with you?"
"Yes."
"Can I borrow it?"
"For what?"
"To teach that diary-reading-ballerina a lesson."
"I won't get it back, will I?
"Hmm pretty much. So you gonna give it to me or what?"
"No."
The door slammed shut before the Goth girl could negotiate further. Her hand reached for the door again, hoping that the second time would be the charm. Before her hand even had a chance to knock, she paused. Common sense finally got hold of her. To believe in charms, it would be like believing in flying pigs. Turning away from the door, her mind frantically buzzed, searching for an alternative. She paced around the campsite aimlessly, her brows furrowed in frustration. All of her concentration broke when a warm sensation on her shoulder invaded her mind.
"Oh hi Chris. Need something?"
"Oh nothing. But do you?"
Gwen hesitated at his strange response.
"Why would I? You're the one who approached me."
"I hate to eavesdrop, but I can't help but overhear your conversation with Harold."
"You were following me?" Gwen asked, incredulous.
"Don't flatter yourself. Forgetting the cameras, anyone?"
"Oh. That. Wait-You're still filming us even after the challenge?"
"Let's not get carried away. You want to prank Heather right?
"Yea, so?"
"I can help you with that."
"Why should I trust you?"
"This could be fun! But if you don't want to, it's okay. See you later then."
After finishing his sentence, Chris walked slowly away from Gwen smirking, waiting for the moment.
"What do you suggest?"
Upon hearing those magic words, he turned slowly, facing Gwen with a smug, earning him one of the Goth girl's trademark Gwen's-not-happy look.
"You don't seem interested. Why should I tell you?"
"Cut it out. Just tell me."
"Alright. Since you can't get hold of Harold's ants, we'll just have to get some from the woods."
"What? You mean that's it? I'm wasting time here."
"Do Wawanakwa fire ants interest you?"
So? So? Okay, this story will get better, I promise. Reviews are appreciated. By the way, for those reviewers of Plunge, my other story, thanks a lot! You guys sure have a sweet tongue. Or hands. Heck, you know what I mean.
Another thing---Why the heck would Harold give up his ant farm? Just because a girl asked him? NO arguments? Nothing? IMPOSSIBLE! Although I have to admit, she's pretty hot...