Tootsie Pops

A large bag of Tootsie Pops sat, spreaded out infront of Sonny Monroe. It was like the bag had exploded. She was sitting at the So! Random lunch table in the cafetaria. The constant stairs were becoming unimaginable as people passed by. I mean, come on?

Let the girl sit in absolute amazement at these lollipops. People can be so odd. She picked up a blue raspberry flavored one, and unraveled the wrapper. The smell was intoxicating and made her mouth water.

The sucker went into her mouth in a fast momentum. Her tongoue grazed the flavorful delight. From across the room, Chad Dylan Cooper sat. His eyes staring at the brunette.

Watching as she licked the lollipop.

Wow, this is creepy, he thought as he stared in wonder. He pushed the chair back and walked slowly to the girl. His mouth was watering everytime she licked. (Yuckie)

As he got closer to her, he could hear her voice. "Five." Lick. "Six." Lick. "Seven." Lick. He grabbed a chair and sat across from her. Her lips tugged at the corners, and she stopped.

"What do you want, Chad?" She asked with her blue colored lips and teeth. He giggled. "Oh nothing, just watching you enjoy your lollipop." He replied, smiling.

She paused a moment with a confused look. "Eww. Chad, that's gross." She exclaimed in disgust. "Sorry, I am a guy." He raised his arms in defense.

"Says who?" She questioned.

"Says my birth certificate." He said proudly at his comeback. Sonny glared at him, and continued licking. "Eight." Lick. "Nine." Lick. "Ten." Lick. "Eleven." Lick.

"What are you doing." He questioned her with a scrunched brow. She giggled.

"How many licks until you reach the center of the lollipop." She anwsered, adding a popping noise. "Ohh." He replied, feeling kinda stupid for asking.

"Seventeen." Lick. "Eighteen." Lick. "Nineteen." Lick.

"Can I try?" Chad asked, hopeful. Sonny nodded and continued. She was anxious. Chad grabbed a red one, and unwrapped the rapper. Plunging it in his mouth.

"One." Lick. "Two." Lick. "Three." Lick

Cruch.

Sonny looked up to see Chad chewing on his. "Chad, did you just bite down on it?"

"No." He muttered with his mouth filled with tootsie debree. "Your supposed to lick." She informed him, with a glare. "Ah whatever Sonny, have fun." He said, getting up and walking to his cast.

Portlyn glared at Sonny with hateful eyes.

Sonny shook of the intense feeling and continued. "Fifty-one." Lick. "Fifty-Two." Lick.

Three hours later, Sonny still was at the table. Her mouth was covered in blue and her mouth was sore. Chad Dylan Cooper bursted through the doors and laughed.

"Your still here?!" He said, shaking in laughter. "Uh-huh." She mumbled painfully. "Why are you still here?" She asked him, glaring. "I wanted to see if you left the bag down here." He smiled.

She rolled her eyes. "Come one, I'll take you home." He said, and directed her to the direction of his car. As they exited she dumped the stick into the garbage.

They reached the car and drove away.

"So Sonny, how many licks does it take to reach the center?" He asked with a smile transparent on his face.

"Four hundred and seventeen licks." She said with a large smile across her face.

End

I had a dream about this last night so I turned it into a one-shot. Whatcha think?
Review:)

~Ro, and (CarCar even thought she didn't write it!)