~ Our little story takes place in front of Reeves Middle School. Reanna,
one of Britt's BF's, meets her at the front steps~
Reanna: Hey britt! What's up? OMG I had the funniest dream last night!
Britt: hey re, I need to talk to you.
Reanna: why?
Britt: cuz u see, Zidane asked me to be his dorm partner. O.o;;
Reanna: O___________O;;
Britt:*scratches back of neck* um…yeah
Reanna: WHAT THE HELL?! DON'T YOU KNOW WHAT HE WILL DO TO YOU?!?!?
Britt: duh!
Reanna: o;; You dummy!
Britt: ahh… what! I'm way 2 hard 4 him 2 handle! If he gets close to me, I'll uh…* drifts off into daydream… *
In the dorm, Zidane is scooting closer to Britt. He is so close she can smell his cologne; he reaches over and is a few inches away from a wonderful kiss…
Reanna: What WILL you do?
Britt: * shaking head because her wonderful daydream ended to Reanna's annoying blabbing* Huh?
Reanna: oh GOD! You are such a blonde! What will you do if he gets close to you???
Britt: smell…
Reanna: o__________O EH?!
Britt: uh, I will uh, tell him to move away! And anyways, my answer is yes, so don't go trying to convince me to say no!
~bell rings~
Reanna: …….lucky biact.
~ that night, Britt is waiting for Zidane's phonecall~
Britt: *practicing * Um, I have thought about it and yes I would like to be your dorm partner! NO! that's not it…Yes, I will be your dorm partner. Yeah, that's good. I cant act way to excited!!! Ok, be cool…
~ phone rings~
Britt:* jumps * Uh…hello?
Zidane: Heeeey! So are we gonna screw or what?
Britt: * clears throat * excuse me…?
Zidane: Man, I'm just joking.
Britt: oh…
Zidane: So babe, wanna be my dorm partner?
Britt: OH HELL YEAH BABY! I'LL BE THERE IN LIKE 10 MINUTES!!
*quickly puts a hand over her mouth* ( oh crap…)
Zidane: ( damn Zidane! You are good with chicks! She wants you so bad!) I'll take that as a yes…
Britt: heh, well, see you in a few…
Zidane: seconds?!
Britt: uh….
Zidane: dude you have to come over here!
Britt: I will…! I gotta pack and stuff…
Zidane: ahhh… okay. ( hey, maybe I can finish off that one chick under the train station…) Bye babe.
Britt: bye…
~ once of the phone, it rings again)
Britt: hello?
Reanna: hi! How did everything * cough* turn out...?
Britt: uh…okay, I guess….
Reanna: okay?! What do you mean by, okay?!
~ after telling Reanna the whole story, there was a knock on her door~
Britt: hey re, I hafta go get that…
Reanna: hurry up!!
*Britt walks over to the door, to find out that it is Zidane*
Britt: hey Reanna, its Zidane…
Reanna: WHOOO! LEMME TALK TO HIM!!
Britt: okay, that will give me more time to pack
Zidane: hey bri----* phone is shoved in his face* what the hell…?
Britt: just talk to her!
Zidane: * looks away * hello?
Reanna: ZIDANE! IS THAT YOU?!?!?
Zidane:* hold phone away from his ears * um…yeah, who's this?
Reanna: Zidane I wanna lick you all ove---( oh crap…)
Zidane: WHOA! Sorry, I'm not all that good on screwing a girl over the phone…but in pers--
Britt: what the hell are you talking about???
Zidane: uh, heh, um…screwdrivers???
Britt: whatever
Reanna: …AND if you ever touch my best friend, I will kick your ass all the way to LINDBLUM!
Zidane: what happened to licking…?
Reanna: man, your voice is sooo incredibly hott!
Zidane: listen chick; you have way too many mood swings
Reanna: * siiighhhh* talk more…
Zidane: O.o
Britt: here, gimme the phone
Zidane: * under his breath * noo problem.
Britt: what?
Zidane: uh…
Britt: O__O
Zidane: heh…uh., no, its not foggin! (oh shit…)
Britt: riiight
Reanna: * on the phone * OMG Britt! You are so stupid for going with him! You should let me go!!
Britt: um…no.
Reanna: ok, well I got trunks over here, so ill talk to you late---NO TRUNKS! NOT NOW! NOT WHEN I AM ON THE PHONE! * CLICK *
Britt: * turning toward Zidane * that was uh…interesting…
Zidane: * licking his lips* yeah…
Britt: not here Zidane…
Zidane: dammit…
Britt: * laughs*
Zidane: ( ohh…I just saw her tounge…) uh..ha ha…
Britt: okay, I'm done packing. Ya know, Reanna wanted to go with you instead
Zidane: man those are those dangerous kind of chicks… one moment their under you, the next their screaming at you…especially that chi-chi bitch…
Britt: ZIDANE! ARE YOU SERIOUS?!??!
Zidane: uh...well, heh you know me… ( and you'll know me better once you move in…)
Britt: * slapping head * Don't you know she was a 6 ft tall, huge assed- muscle husband???!
Zidane: uh…no…
~ pounding on door~
Britt: I'll get it
Zidane: um…I don't know if that's a good idea, 'cuz…
Britt: * turning toward Zidane * Zidane! THAT'S GOKU!
Zidane: who's goku..?
Britt: go in my room…
Zidane: NOOO PROBLEM!
Britt: shhh!
Zidane:* smirks* ill see you in there…* walks into her room*
Britt: uh, hi goku…
Goku: have you seen that Zidane guy…?
Britt: um…
Goku: cuz I was at the refrigerator, and then this guy named Zidane sneaked in and then I heard her scream, ' ooohhh!!!!!'
Zidane: * in room * (hey, I remember that…)* grins to himself *
Britt: so sorry Goku…he stopped by and said he was going to…help the population in Antarctica or something…
Zidane: ( HEY!)
Goku: Oh, okay! Ill just fly over there then!
Britt: bye goku…
~ Behind the door~
Goku: man, I'm hungry, I wonder if chi-chi…
~ Inside~
Britt: come out Zidane!
Britt: ZIDANNNEE! * walks into room *
Zidane: * holding a bra of hers* ( I cant wait to take this off of her…)
Britt: ZIDANE!!!
Zidane: (shit!) Oh…hi….( I'm dead..)
Britt: (okay, your gonna be living with this guy…get used to it.) Um…heh, your uh, funny Zidane…
Zidane: oh…yeah…(uh, she's supposed to freak out and stuff…)
Britt: Okay, I'm ready…
Zidane: Oh man…I knew you wanted me…* licks lips *
Britt: I meant lets go to your place!
Zidane: (damn I never thought I would hear that from her..)
Britt: um…Zidane…?
Zidane: yeah….
Britt: gimme my bra back…
Zidane: * looks at it in his left hand * oh… heh heh * rubs back of head*
Zidane: I don't know why you even take it, I mean its not like your gonna be using it or anything
Britt: eh?
Zidane: oh shit, uh I meant…( damn, I gotta stop saying what I am thinking…)
Britt: whatever…* snags it out of his hand *
Britt: ugh! * turns around, drops it and bends down to pick it up*
Zidane: ( mmmmm) hey britt..?
Britt: * still facing other side* what…
Zidane: look over here for a sec
Britt: okay…WAIT!
Zidane: (dammit! I almost had her…)
Reanna: Hey britt! What's up? OMG I had the funniest dream last night!
Britt: hey re, I need to talk to you.
Reanna: why?
Britt: cuz u see, Zidane asked me to be his dorm partner. O.o;;
Reanna: O___________O;;
Britt:*scratches back of neck* um…yeah
Reanna: WHAT THE HELL?! DON'T YOU KNOW WHAT HE WILL DO TO YOU?!?!?
Britt: duh!
Reanna: o;; You dummy!
Britt: ahh… what! I'm way 2 hard 4 him 2 handle! If he gets close to me, I'll uh…* drifts off into daydream… *
In the dorm, Zidane is scooting closer to Britt. He is so close she can smell his cologne; he reaches over and is a few inches away from a wonderful kiss…
Reanna: What WILL you do?
Britt: * shaking head because her wonderful daydream ended to Reanna's annoying blabbing* Huh?
Reanna: oh GOD! You are such a blonde! What will you do if he gets close to you???
Britt: smell…
Reanna: o__________O EH?!
Britt: uh, I will uh, tell him to move away! And anyways, my answer is yes, so don't go trying to convince me to say no!
~bell rings~
Reanna: …….lucky biact.
~ that night, Britt is waiting for Zidane's phonecall~
Britt: *practicing * Um, I have thought about it and yes I would like to be your dorm partner! NO! that's not it…Yes, I will be your dorm partner. Yeah, that's good. I cant act way to excited!!! Ok, be cool…
~ phone rings~
Britt:* jumps * Uh…hello?
Zidane: Heeeey! So are we gonna screw or what?
Britt: * clears throat * excuse me…?
Zidane: Man, I'm just joking.
Britt: oh…
Zidane: So babe, wanna be my dorm partner?
Britt: OH HELL YEAH BABY! I'LL BE THERE IN LIKE 10 MINUTES!!
*quickly puts a hand over her mouth* ( oh crap…)
Zidane: ( damn Zidane! You are good with chicks! She wants you so bad!) I'll take that as a yes…
Britt: heh, well, see you in a few…
Zidane: seconds?!
Britt: uh….
Zidane: dude you have to come over here!
Britt: I will…! I gotta pack and stuff…
Zidane: ahhh… okay. ( hey, maybe I can finish off that one chick under the train station…) Bye babe.
Britt: bye…
~ once of the phone, it rings again)
Britt: hello?
Reanna: hi! How did everything * cough* turn out...?
Britt: uh…okay, I guess….
Reanna: okay?! What do you mean by, okay?!
~ after telling Reanna the whole story, there was a knock on her door~
Britt: hey re, I hafta go get that…
Reanna: hurry up!!
*Britt walks over to the door, to find out that it is Zidane*
Britt: hey Reanna, its Zidane…
Reanna: WHOOO! LEMME TALK TO HIM!!
Britt: okay, that will give me more time to pack
Zidane: hey bri----* phone is shoved in his face* what the hell…?
Britt: just talk to her!
Zidane: * looks away * hello?
Reanna: ZIDANE! IS THAT YOU?!?!?
Zidane:* hold phone away from his ears * um…yeah, who's this?
Reanna: Zidane I wanna lick you all ove---( oh crap…)
Zidane: WHOA! Sorry, I'm not all that good on screwing a girl over the phone…but in pers--
Britt: what the hell are you talking about???
Zidane: uh, heh, um…screwdrivers???
Britt: whatever
Reanna: …AND if you ever touch my best friend, I will kick your ass all the way to LINDBLUM!
Zidane: what happened to licking…?
Reanna: man, your voice is sooo incredibly hott!
Zidane: listen chick; you have way too many mood swings
Reanna: * siiighhhh* talk more…
Zidane: O.o
Britt: here, gimme the phone
Zidane: * under his breath * noo problem.
Britt: what?
Zidane: uh…
Britt: O__O
Zidane: heh…uh., no, its not foggin! (oh shit…)
Britt: riiight
Reanna: * on the phone * OMG Britt! You are so stupid for going with him! You should let me go!!
Britt: um…no.
Reanna: ok, well I got trunks over here, so ill talk to you late---NO TRUNKS! NOT NOW! NOT WHEN I AM ON THE PHONE! * CLICK *
Britt: * turning toward Zidane * that was uh…interesting…
Zidane: * licking his lips* yeah…
Britt: not here Zidane…
Zidane: dammit…
Britt: * laughs*
Zidane: ( ohh…I just saw her tounge…) uh..ha ha…
Britt: okay, I'm done packing. Ya know, Reanna wanted to go with you instead
Zidane: man those are those dangerous kind of chicks… one moment their under you, the next their screaming at you…especially that chi-chi bitch…
Britt: ZIDANE! ARE YOU SERIOUS?!??!
Zidane: uh...well, heh you know me… ( and you'll know me better once you move in…)
Britt: * slapping head * Don't you know she was a 6 ft tall, huge assed- muscle husband???!
Zidane: uh…no…
~ pounding on door~
Britt: I'll get it
Zidane: um…I don't know if that's a good idea, 'cuz…
Britt: * turning toward Zidane * Zidane! THAT'S GOKU!
Zidane: who's goku..?
Britt: go in my room…
Zidane: NOOO PROBLEM!
Britt: shhh!
Zidane:* smirks* ill see you in there…* walks into her room*
Britt: uh, hi goku…
Goku: have you seen that Zidane guy…?
Britt: um…
Goku: cuz I was at the refrigerator, and then this guy named Zidane sneaked in and then I heard her scream, ' ooohhh!!!!!'
Zidane: * in room * (hey, I remember that…)* grins to himself *
Britt: so sorry Goku…he stopped by and said he was going to…help the population in Antarctica or something…
Zidane: ( HEY!)
Goku: Oh, okay! Ill just fly over there then!
Britt: bye goku…
~ Behind the door~
Goku: man, I'm hungry, I wonder if chi-chi…
~ Inside~
Britt: come out Zidane!
Britt: ZIDANNNEE! * walks into room *
Zidane: * holding a bra of hers* ( I cant wait to take this off of her…)
Britt: ZIDANE!!!
Zidane: (shit!) Oh…hi….( I'm dead..)
Britt: (okay, your gonna be living with this guy…get used to it.) Um…heh, your uh, funny Zidane…
Zidane: oh…yeah…(uh, she's supposed to freak out and stuff…)
Britt: Okay, I'm ready…
Zidane: Oh man…I knew you wanted me…* licks lips *
Britt: I meant lets go to your place!
Zidane: (damn I never thought I would hear that from her..)
Britt: um…Zidane…?
Zidane: yeah….
Britt: gimme my bra back…
Zidane: * looks at it in his left hand * oh… heh heh * rubs back of head*
Zidane: I don't know why you even take it, I mean its not like your gonna be using it or anything
Britt: eh?
Zidane: oh shit, uh I meant…( damn, I gotta stop saying what I am thinking…)
Britt: whatever…* snags it out of his hand *
Britt: ugh! * turns around, drops it and bends down to pick it up*
Zidane: ( mmmmm) hey britt..?
Britt: * still facing other side* what…
Zidane: look over here for a sec
Britt: okay…WAIT!
Zidane: (dammit! I almost had her…)