Why Do You Care Who I Sleep With?
By Wemmabby
Brody and Rachel were standing in a room.
"Look, Brody," said Rachel, glancing at the ground like she was constipated. "We need to talk..."
"Yeah? About what?" asked Brody cluelessly. He was shirtless and sexual.
"Well..." said Rachel, groaning. "You did some...dirty things..."
"Yeah? OK, why do YOU care who I sleep with?"
"Well, uh, I just-"
"I've been AROUND, Rachel."
"Ya, but do you REALLY think sleeping with your DANCE TEACHER is appropriate?!" Rachel whisper-screamed at him.
Suddenly, Cassandra walked in. She had a whip similar to Kitty's.
"I'm sorry, but am I missing something?" Cassandra said, grinning, pacing around the room like a distressed lioness.
"Cassandra, please leave..." Brody said. He was a sad Brody. A sad, shirtless, sexual Brody.
"Oh, no, I don't think that will be necessary," she growled. "Look, Rachel- Brody is MINE. M-I-N-E, do you hear that?"
"Y-y-yes, b-but..."
"Good..." Cassandra hissed. She cut off a piece of Rachel's hair, swallowed it, and then left, slamming the door behind her.
"Jesus," said Brody.
"I KNOW, Brody!" said Rachel. "She's just so...out of control!"
"Oh, no, Rachel, it's just that..."
"Just that WHAT?"
"SHE'S SOOOO SMEXY!" Brody screamed, punching a hole in the wall.
FIN