The PC and Briarwood Boys awoke in a gray cell, the girls wearing pink and the boys wearing blue.
Massie: Where the hell are we? (slams hand on cold floor, trying to sound in control)
Claire: I dunno. (shivers from fear/coldness, then bows at Massie's feet)
Kristen: (raises finger) I believe we are in a cold gray cell, because the color-
Massie: Kuh-Risten, we have no time for you're smarty-ness! We have to get to the mall, now! (huffs angrily)
Derrington: Geeze Assie, shut up. (rolls eyes)
Massie: You know what Derrick, I-
Me: EVERYBODY SHUT UP!
Room gets silent, everyone looking around the room.
Alicia: (whimpers) Who's there?
Me: You don't need to know that right now. Just do as I say.
Massie: (whines) Why are we here?
Me: You'll find that out soon.
Dylan: Derrick! I'm scared. (shoves her face into Derrick's chest while Massie rolls eyes)
Me: Hey, no mixing colors!
Kristen: What?
Me: No mixing colors! The girls are wearing pink and the boys are wearing blue, and when they touch each other, the shirt turns a purple-ish color. I don't like purple.
Massie: I like that color! (crosses arms across chest)
Kristen: I see what you mean. When the colors touch at just the right velocity and timing, they can-
Me: Jesus, shut up. I don't wanna here it! That's not why you're hear!
Cam: Then tell us why we're here. (winks at Claire)
Me: You guys are trapped in this room so the readers of this story can ask you questions about anything. I hope you're ready to spill!
Massie: Isn't that a crime to hold us against our will! Alicia, isn't it? (demands, glaring at Alicia)
Alicia: Well, my daddy can probably sue you for something. (trying to help and be beta-like)
Me: I don't care about your 'daddy'. You're mine now. And the readers can torture you with any question they please. I hope you're ready... (voice fades away)
Massie: NO! You can't go! What about my Bean, and all my clothes, and all my followers at OCD! They can't survive without an obsessive alpha watching and controling their every move! No, Massie, hold it together! You can't let you're stuipd little beta's know you're slipping! (slaps herself to try and gain control, then begins to cry)
Claire: No Massie, don't cry! I don't know what I'll do if you can't hold yourself together! (begins to go into a panic attact.)
Alicia: (rubs hands together evily) Maybe this is my time to take over as alpha! OMG, maybe I can, like, become just like Massie and try to control everything! Like, yay, that's almost TMTH! (begins clapping.)
Dylan: (burps repeatedly while poking her stomach to see if she lost any weight.)
Kristen: Maybe if I can calculate the right answer to get us out of here, I won't seem so poor, my mom might not try to control me as much and my scholarship will go away! (whips out random calculator and types in numbers quickly.)
Derrick: NO! What will we do if we can't play soccer and some stuipd game where we can't blow things up! NOO! (shakes butt uncontroably)
Cam: Let's all pretend to play soccer! Maybe if we pretend we won't miss it as much! BUT WAIT! What will I do if I can't give Claire any fattening candy? GASP! (pretends to juggle soccer ball while searching room for candy.)
Josh: RALPH LAUREN! (follows Cam's lead while clinging to his blue Ralph Lauren Polo)
Kemp: Hehe, look at Alicia's boobs and Dylans lips and Massie's butt and Alicia's boobs. (snicker-punches Chris)
Chris: Look at Alicia's giant boobs! (snicker-punches Kemp. They start a snicker-punch war over Alicia's boobs.)
So... I dunno about that. I'm trying to make this funny, but I dunno if it worked. And ask questions in your reviews! Any question at all!
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