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Cece was that comely, albeit dim girl that beckoned the student body. "V-I-C-T-O-R-Y, that's our stoner battle cry!" She vociferated. She whirled her Gym shirt above her head incessantly, her newly exposed tank top hitching with each gesture of her arm. "Cece! Sit down!" said Mr. Larmie keenly. Cece obliged with a look of disdain plastered to her face as she descended unto her seat adjacent to a tremulous Rocky. She and Cece hadn't been very amiable toward one another as of late. Rocky seemed almost apprehensive of the ginger that was once her BFF. "That man doesn't know what's funny," Cece said languidly. "It was funny, wasn't it, Rocks?" Rocky gave a subtle nod and averted her eyes from her. A guffaw emerged from Cece's lips; an abhorrent one that expressed what she couldn't accumulate in her obscure mind: "It's hella funny that Pop Rocks is scared of me."
A/N: I usually don't leave Author's Notes, but I feel that this one should have one. It's 12:30 a.m. and I wrote this little Rocky/Cece friendship oneshot because I was wondering what it'd be like if Cece was a stoner. This was basically based off of people in my life. I imagine Rocky have a fear of drugs and alcohol like one of my friends. Cece's behavior in this fic is based off of my pothead friend's at the pep assembly yesterday afternoon. Please leave me a review, I appreciate feedback!
