A/N: This... I don't even know what this is. I'm just going through withdrawls, since there is no Glee Project for me to watch every Sunday anymore. Just... read and review, please! It won't take long, I promise!
Sins In Our Head
"Committing sins in our head?"
Damian McGinty turned his head to see Marissa standing behind him, arms crossed, one hip jutted out, a smirk playing across her face.
"It's in front of you, but you can't touch it?" she recited in a terrible attempt at an Irish accent.
Damian's face turned a bright red as he realized what Marissa was referring to. "How do you know I said that?" he asked.
Marissa quirked an eyebrow, then smiled and sat down next to Damian in the empty space on the sofa in the TGP tour bus.
"Damian," she said, crossing her legs, "When you say things to a camera, one of two things is happening. One, the camera is off and you're just using it as an excuse to talk to yourself, or two, the camera is on and filming. In your case, number two prevails, and when you say something like that to an on-and-filming camera, it usually gets shown to other people. Also in your case, due to this little reality show called 'The Glee Project'-maybe you've heard of it- it got shown to many other people. And one of those people happened to be me. Care to explain, Mr. McGinty?"
She smiled mischievously as Damian's face turned an even brighter red. "Yari?" she said, "You look like a tomato."
Damian chuckled awkwardly. "Um..."
"Don't girls booty pop in Northern Ireland?" Marissa teased.
Damian fiddled with his hands. "Sorry if I offended you or anything," he finally said nervously.
"No, no, I'm not offended," Marissa answered, standing up and smoothing down her skirt, "But the next time you find me 'unreal' and 'incredible' -" She bent down to whisper in his ear, " - just tell me directly."
