A/N: SUMMMMER! Thank GOD! I had my last two finals today! I HATE finals….ElianaMargalit gave me the idea to write one about chemistry, but I decided to write about finals in general. Here you go!

Enjoy! HAPPY SUMMER 2010!

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Disclaimer: YAY SUMMER! And bye-bye Jenn, Alice, and Brian…='(

But I don't own Next to Normal…

"Why are we doing this?" Henry whined for the umpteenth time.

Him and Natalie were studying for their final exams. Who came up with this shit, he thought. Finals SUCK.

"Um, you wanna pass the eleventh grade, right?" She asked like he was some idiot.

"Yeah…"

"That's why."

He rolled his eyes and groaned, about ready to throw his chemistry book out the window.

"Have you ever had one of those moments where you just wanna take this stupid textbook, rip it up, throw it out a window, then go find it and rip it up more and then throw it into a fire and be all 'Whoops! I dropped it'?"

She just stared at him like his head was on fire. "No…I haven't…"

"Well, this is what it feels like…" He slammed the book shut and threw it aside.

"Ok, Henry, I need to study, whether you want to or not." She grabbed huge stacks of flashcards and decided to pick the small one first. Looking at it, she shrugged and told him, "Ok, since we're on Chemistry let's go over polyatomic ions." She took the top card and showed him the name. "Phosphate."

It took him a moment to think of something that made SOME sense. "Um…does it have a 'p'?"

"Yes…"

"And an…H?" She shook her head. "O?" She nodded and thought Oh my God, it's FUCKING PO4! "And, um,…a 3?" She shook her head again. "A 4?"

Her face landed in her palm, completely giving up. "The formula is PO4.…Phosphate. Ok, next one…sulfate."

"Uh…..An 's'?"

"Yes…."

"And an 'o'?"

"Uh-huh…"

"And a 3?"

"Henry-"

"NO! A 4! It's…uh…SO4!"She rolled her eyes angrily. What did I get myself into? She soon decided to chuck the Chemistry and move on to US History.

"Ok, Henry, maybe we can do this. Alright…Name two groups that are still around today from the Second New Deal."

He just gave her a blank stare. "Um…the communists and the…IRS?"

She inhaled deeply and tried not to punch him. "The FCC and Social Security."

"I KNEW THAT!"

She grabbed another huge pile of note cards and handed them to him. "Latin."

"But I don't-"

"It's for me, dumbass…"

He took the huge pile a found some that looked like numbers. Shrugging, he picked up one and began. "Four."

"Quattour."

"Five."

"Quinque."

"Six…"

"Sex."

He just busted out laughing like an immature child.

"What?" She asked, completely annoyed by him.

"YOU SAID SEX!"

"THAT'S THE WORD! SEX MEANS SIX!"

"BUT YOU STILL SAID IT!"

Without even noticing, she went up to him and slapped his shoulder angrily. He still snickered a little and she hit him again, soon making him shut up completely.

"Oww…" He muttered after a long silence, rubbing his sore shoulder.

"Well, you deserved it. You're so immature…" She began to skim through her English notes quickly. "Now c'mon…we still have five more finals to study for…"

Stupidly, he scooted closer to her, throwing his arm around her shoulder. "Well, you know…going back to that sex thing…"

"Cute." She grabbed his arm and threw it away from her. "Five. More. Finals."

He sighed and picked up his English book. I hate you, finals…

A/N: HAHAHA! Aww…poor Henry…

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