Title: Psst.
Author: Meh! lol
Rating: uhhh... teen? Suggestive themes.
Fic Type: I made a follow up, haha, "The List" ;)
Summary: Marissa and Sammy pass some interesting notes during their college sociology class.
Disclaimer: All Sammy Keyes Universe characters are not mine.
A/N: Italics is Marissa's writing, and the regular is Sammy.
Psst.
one-shot
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Psst, Sammy!
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Marrissa...you realize this is a note, yeah? There's no reason to "psst" at me you dumbell.
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Whatevs.
Okay, so I want you to make a list.
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...what kind of list are we talking here?
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A "What I Want in a Man" list! Doy, Sammy!
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Right. Cause I was supposed to read your mind and know that was the type of list you were talking about?
And - no.
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C'monnnnnnn!
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Yes. I just saw your strange attempt at a puppy pout. And - again - no.
Just to clarify. Danny wants in your pants, thus that pout can get him to do almost anything. Where as I do not want anywhere in your pants (unless I've ripped mine and need a loaner) so your 'cute' little look does nothing for me.
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Just so you know I'm glaring at you right now.
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Really? Is that what that pinched look on your face is? Hmm. Interesting. I learn something new about you every day.
Now leave me alone, I'm trying to take Sociology notes here. Midterms are coming up.
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I hate you.
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Yeah.
Well.
I hate failing midterms because I didn't write down all the notes because someone kept bonking me in the head with an unimportant note.
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Five minutes later the following note was tossed at - and bounced off - College Freshman Samantha Josephine Keyes.
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You need to get laid.
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Excuse me?
Who are you to say that to me? Huh, Ms. True-Love-Waits?
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Well in my books, whenever the chick gets some man action all her problems are solved.
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Key word in that sentence: "books." As in, not real life, or works of fiction. I'm sorry to tell you this, but we don't live in a book Marissa.
You really ought to lay off the romance reading. It's messing with your mind.
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...you still needa get laid.
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I need to get laid? YOU need to get laid.
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I've never been laid though. And you have been!
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Uh. Exactly?
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I hope you heard my overly exaggerated sigh, 'cause the guy next to me gave me a weird look.
I don't need to get laid, I don't know what it's like to release my pent up sexual tension. I can handle it. You however know what it's like to release said tension, so obviously it must be harder for you to handle.
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You... Are. A. Freak.
And that makes no sense.
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Oh. My. Gosh.
Just get back with Casey already!
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Would you please get off my case on this? Me and him? Not gunna happen. It would be too awkward - just think of Thanksgiving dinner. Jesus.
The End.
Now I'ma take some notes. Kbye.
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Ugh. So your mom is engaged to his dad. It's not like you guys grew up together!
THIS IS NOT THE END OF THIS DISCUSSION SAMANTHA JOSEPHINE! Just wait. Just wait.
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Eh. I dunno. It's been unfinished on my computer for a bit now. And I felt like posting something.
Haha, not my best, but whatevs. :)