Disclaimer: I don't own Blood +. I could probably end the disclaimer here, but what fun would that be? Instead, I think I'll ramble on and on about how much I want to own Blood+. I'm willing to assassinate (insert name of important person here) for the rights to Blood+. I'd be willing to be nice to my sister for my entire life for the rights to Blood+. I'd be willing to join forces with Diva then double cross her for Haji and Saya for the rights to Blood+… actually, I wouldn't, because that would make me (dead) Solomon and NOBODY wants that.
Nathan POV
I was innocently reading when Solomon and James burst through the door. "I hate you!" Solomon yelled, slamming the door behind him, "You're a goody-two shoes little Mama's boy, you know that?"
"Mama's boy! Have you looked in the mirror lately?! I'd rather be a Mama's boy than a stupid-ass rich pretty boy who spends nine hours on his hair every day!"
"I'll have you know my hair is naturally perfect!"
"If you're hair is so perfect, why do you spend nine hours on it every day?"Solomon was at loss for words. I put down my book, slowly.
"Because… because…well… YOUR MOM!"
"What did you say about my mom?"
"You heard me."
"Well your mama's so fat; people jog around her for exercise!"
"Yeah, well your mama's so old; her birth certificate is in roman numerals!"
"Your mama's so ugly; HER birth certificate is an apology letter."
"Ooooooooooooooo….." I taunted.
"Shut up, Nathan!" They both yelled.
"Your mama's so stupid; she got locked in a grocery store and starved to death."
"Oooooooooooooo……." Said Karl, entering the room.
"Oh sure, ignore Karl's 'Oooooooooo…'"
"Shut up, Nathan!" James and Solomon growled. Karl took a seat next to me and handed me the popcorn he had brought. "Ooohhhh! You brought popcorn!" I shouted gleefully, as Solomon and James continued the "your mama" banter. "Shhh!" exclaimed Karl, "I'm trying to listen!"
"Your mama's so ugly, she trick or treats over the phone!"
"Your mama's so stupid; she took a spoon to the Super Bowl."
"Your mama's so fat; she sat on Wal-Mart and lowered the prices."
"Yeah? Your mamas so stupid she climbed over a glass wall to see what was on the other side!"
"Your mama so old I told her to act her age and she died!"
"Well your mama's so ugly, she looked in a mirror and it broke!"
"LAME! BOOO!" shouted Karl, throwing popcorn at Solomon.
"I'm running out of ideas!"
"Your mamas so stupid, she put lipstick on her head so she could make up her mind!" James shouted at Solomon, un willing to give up his place as reigning "your mom" champ. I took another bite of popcorn
"Your mama's so fat; I missed three commercials when she passed the TV."
"YOUR Mama's so fat, she stepped on a scale and it said 'to be continued'."
With that final "your mom" joke, a pair of piercing blue eyes stopped us in our tracks. I gasped, and Karl dropped the handful of popcorn he was holding.
"What did you say about me, boys?" Diva asked menacingly. I wondered if we'd live to hear another "Your mom" joke.
