Authors Note: Hey guys, Ro here! Well ovbiously because Car's laptop/Computer is being too gay(In the happy way). So her Computer is very happy? Yeah...ahaha. *twitches* As you click onto this, read, and review. Your probabley thinking "Why didn't I think of this?" or not. But I mean seriously we all laugh at it. Right? Anyways I'm dedicating this to Car because her comp is happy and it's her one-year aniversary of being on FF. *Applause*

Sixty-Nine

The bubbly brunette bounced into the cafetaria, literally. Stopping short at the medium sized line, and shuffeling through her pockets. A frown replaced her smile as she couldn't find her money.

"Where the heck is it?" She muttered under her breath. While looking through her pockets, she felt a tap on her shoulder. Turning around, she was face-to-face with the deil himself, Chad Dylan Pooper.

His flash his teeth in a arrogant grin. "Monroe." His voice the akward silence. "Pooper." She said with the same tone as his, a smile on her face. "What brings you to the cafeteria?" He asked, raising his brows.

"Food," She anwsered as if it were obvious. Why else would she be there? "that I can't pay for because I lost my money." A chuckle escaped his lips. He was enjoying every minute of her valunerablity.

"It's not funny." She said, sadly. She had alot of costume changes today, so what? "Oh yes, it is." He smiled.

She rolled her eyes in annoyance. He always pushed her buttons.

"Okay, okay. How much you need?" He asked, shoving his hand in his pockets. "Sixty-nine cents because-" She was cut off from an abrupt laughter.

"What?" She questioned, not understanding him.

"Do you know what sixty-nine means?" He asked, smirking. She shook her head, and he continued laughing at her. "Figures that good girl from Wisconsin wouldn't know what it means." He added and kept laughing.

"What does it mean?" She asked, her eyes filled with curiousity.

"I'm not telling you!" He mocked.

"But Chad!" She whined, stomping her foot. "I wanna know!" He shook his head again.

"Tell me."

"No"

"Tell."

"No"

"No."

"Tell."

"Ah-hah! Gotcha sucka!" She exclamied in victory.

"Fine."

"Fine."

"Good."

"Good."

"So are we good?"

"Oh, we are so good." Sonny said, "Now tell me." He cupped his hand around her ear and whispered into it. A disgusted face appeared across her features as he laughed.

"Eww! Chad, that's nasty!" She shouted to him as he walked away. With a shrug of his shoulders, he left.

Sonny Monroe now new the meaning of sixty-nine.