Okay, so I'm feeling random. Thus is born the idea of a 10-drabbles fic! Here's the deal: I'm setting my handphone on shuffle and writing a short drabble inspired by each song, using a short selected part of the song. I can't skip any of the songs, so yes, the challenge is here! Oh, and after the 10 drabbles, I'm going to do 5 more one-shot songfics, but this time I'm asking all ye readers to throw me all the suggestions you've got and I'll write according to those songs! Yeah, but that'll be later so please don't tell me now(:
Disclaimer: I do not claim to own Class of the Titans, and this song is by Hannah Montana, so don't sue!
You And Me Together
Looks like we found ourselves
Up against a wall
In need of a little help
But no one wants to call
After all we been through
Do we let our friendship end
You need me and I need you
No, we will not break
Never break
But even if we bend
Yeah it's you and me together
I'm always on your side
No one, no one, no one, can ever change it,
Come on, let 'em try
Cause it's you and me together now
"Atlanta? Helloo, Atlanta?" Archie asked hesitantly, wringing his hands almost nervously as he stood outside her door.
Suddenly, the door swung open and Atlanta stood there, hands on her hips as she glowered at the purple-haired dork. "Yess, Archieee?" She dragged her words, anger still evident in her voice.
Archie gulped. "About the notes thing," he started carefully, "I'm really sorry."
"Sorry? About what, exactly?" The red-haired girl raised an eyebrow at him sarcastically.
"I'm sorry for borrowing your notes before the test without your permission," Archie stated in a rush, his nervousness clearly shining through. "Okay, so I know you are totally neurotic and you freak out if your notes are missing, but -"
"Neurotic?!" Atlanta exploded, jabbing a finger in his chest accusingly. "You. Took. My. Notes. Plus, without permission. And now you call me neurotic when I have the right to be angry? You're such a jerk!"
"But you are neurotic!" Archie shot back, losing his temper almost immediately. "I mean, if you took my notes, I wouldn't have gotten half as mad as you are now. And it's been two days since we last talked. See, I even bothered to apologise, but if you don't want it, then fine, we can stop being friends!"
"Yeah!" Atlanta retorted, rolling her eyes. "Like you were sincere in the first place!"
"I was!"
"You weren't!"
"I was!"
"You weren't!"
"I was, was, was!"
"No you weren't!"
"I WAS!"
"Okay, fine, but so what if you were?" Atlanta crossed her arms. "You were wrong!"
For once, Archie didn't go against his better judgement. Calming down by taking deep breaths, he finally said in a rather pleading manner, "Yeah, I was wrong. So I'm sorry. Forgive me?"
Atlanta's hazel brown eyes softened and she sighed. "Alright, alright, fine, I forgive you. After all, this is probably the first time you made a proper apology." She smirked at Archie's attempt to restrain himself.
"Friends?"
"Friends."
Archie grinned, happy that he had actually achieved what he had achieved to do (usually he would end up quarreling with Atlanta and falling out with her again). "Good."
"Wait, but not quite," Atlanta suddenly stopped him, an evil grin on her face. "Do something and I'll fully forgive you."
"Like... What?" Archie swallowed uncomfortably, not liking this one bit.
"How about... Let's see..." Atlanta scratched her chin thoughtfully, mimicking Odie. "Hmm, how about something lenient, like jog around the entire house wearing your unmentionables?"
"WHAT?!" Archie yelled. "You call that lenient?"
"It's either that or no deal," Atlanta answered slyly, giving him a crafty look out of the corner of her eye. "What will it be? After all, it's only me and you together in this house... It's not like anyone would see it..."
Archie bit his lip. "No way..." he muttered weakly, but he already knew what he was going to do.
And five minutes later, the jogger in the house screamed almost girlishly when Theresa entered the brownstone dorm.
