How exciting! My first fanfiction! I hope you can be forgiving if it's not good. And if someone's already used this idea, I'm so sorry! I don't intend to copy! *bows*
Chip: They probably don't care.
Me: Shut it.
Anyway, I felt like doing a little one-shot of what's to come in other stories.
Chip: I'm sure of it now. According to the research I've collected while you were blabbing, I can confirm this next statement with confidence. They don't care.
Me: You're not real! I can HURT YOU!
Please enjoy!
Max smiled, stretching her arms into the air. "Ah, what a relaxing afternoon…"
"Ow!"
Max started at the sudden noise, stopping in the middle of the hallway to look at the door to her left. Rory? She thought about the wild blonde and edged closer to the door.
"Hold still pipsqueak, I need to concentrate."
Chip? Why was Rory's brother in her room? Max leaned against the frame, attentive on listening.
"Ow, you bastard! That hurt!"
"You think I can help it if- crap, it's stuck."
"What? How the hell can it be stuck? Pull it out!"
"I can't stupid!"
"It hurts, it hurts! Take it out!"
"What on earth do you think I'm doing?"
"Ow! Ow! Let me go!"
"Dammit, hold still! And- there, I got it out. Happy?"
"Yes, I am Chip. I'm ecstatic. Now, try again-"
Without thinking, Max grabbed the handle and whipped open the door.
"Noooo! Your innocence!"
"The hell Max!"
"Chip! What the heck are you doing?"
"Brushing Rory's hair…."
The brunette looked at Rory sitting on the bed, her unruly hair sticking up all over the place. She then turned her attention to Chip, who was sitting behind his sister on the bed, holding a wooden brush.
"… Here, give me the brush."
Well?
Chip: It was okay
Me: Was I asking you?
Chip: …..
Okay, so this is my first story! I hope you liked it! If you can, please…. *nudges Chip*
Chip: Oh….review.
Me: More enthusiasm!
Chip: REVIEW PLEASE.
