I don't own anything.
For the pole!
"Geoff, I'm so happy we're back together!" exclaimed a reliefed Bridgette.
"Me too, so who was the better kisser, me, or the pole." Geoff teased.
"Definitely you." Replied the surfer girl playfully.
They didn't know how much their words stung.
They where just about ready for another make-out session but Geoff noticed something.
"Ahem, Bridgette."
"Yes, Geoff?" Bridgette asked impatiently.
"What about that?" Geoff said pointing to a corner.
"Shmooky poo it's a pole."
"Yeah, but it's like your ex and it's kind of awkward."
"It's just some metal Geoff."
Just metal
"You're right but just to be sure,." Geoff then stood up from the couch that they we're sitting in from the green room in the aftermath, grabbed the pole and threw it out to the hall, and he closed the door.
"Ow!" Screamed a confused Beth holding her head, opening her eyes she noticed the pole that gave her a bruise.
"Ohwell hello,""I saw you on T.V the other day." Beth said Flirtashiosly, the pole just laid there.
"Oh of course I'll go on a date with you!" Beth said, pretending, she pulled the pole into a slobbery cold kiss.
I don't mean it, I'll always love you, Bridgette.
In case you didn't know italics were the 'pole's' thoughts, all in all I think I did pretty good not great, but good.
I feel bad for the pole...
Maybe reviews will make me feel better...