I don't own any of the characters, or the High School Musical (although Corbin Bleu's locked in my closet).
I Knew It'd Work
Taylor's P.O.V.
"Chad?" I asked.
"Yeah?" Chad looked up at me from the floor where he was almost asleep.
"Wanna play a game?" I tried to look innocent, but Chad gave me that look that said 'don't even try'. "What? It's just that tampon game!" Chad looked somewhat uncomfortable and thoroughly confused. "Chad!" I squealed, "Get your head outta the gutter!"
"You're the one who said it…" Chad mumbled softly.
"Ok, this is how you play. You take a phrase, sentence, quote, or title and change one word in it to 'tampon'" I explained. "Now, I'll go first." I thought for a moment before a famous line used by Abe Lincoln popped into my head. "Four score and seven tampons ago!" Chad's eyes grew large, and then he laughed. "Ok, your turn!"
"Ok, ok!" Chad breathed between fits of laughter. "Umm… Lord of the Tampons,"
"Pirates of the Tampons!"
"Pirates of the Caribbean, the Curse of the Black Tampon!" Chad one-upped me. I laughed so hard I fell off our bed.
"So true!" I breathed. "Umm… Tampons Must Die!" I screamed.
"Good one," Chad mumbled. "Tampon, We're Going Down," (don't own Fall Out Boy, unfortunately).
"10 Things I Hate About Tampons,"
"Tampons," Chad said.
"What?" I asked.
"Tampons, ya know? Like, Lost, only, I was supposed to use Tampon."
"OH!" I thought for a moment, "Harry Tampon!" (Say that out loud, and confuse the CRAP out of your family/friends!).
"My God! Save me!" I heard Chad pray. I giggled and Chad glanced my way. "She's Not Just A Pretty Tampon."
"HEY! I like Shania Twain!" I squealed. 'Ok," I picked up a book and read the first sentence I saw. 'My mother dropped her fork'. Oh dear! "My mother dropped her Tampon!"
"Oh GOD!" Chad exclaimed. "Get over here!" he pulled me down on top of him and started to kiss me.
"I knew it'd work," I said, after he pulled away.
"What would work?" Chad asked, starting to assault my neck.
"If I made you play that ga- ah!" Chad had bit a pressure point. (AN – joke between my friends and me!)
"Sorry…" Chad mumbled, then went to kiss me.
"Game for long enough…" Chad kissed me again, "I'd get you," he kissed me once more, "all to myself, for the rest of the night." this time; it was me who kissed him.
"What about the kids?" Chad asked.
"They're asleep," I said, kissing him again.
"They'll wake up," Chad was being stubborn just to annoy me.
"They won't wake up! Have they EVER woken up before?" I asked.
"Well… no…" I gave up on trying to reason with him, and just tackled him. That always worked.