Cheesy Pick-up Lines
Chapter 1
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"NO!! Come on Inuyasha, you lost the bet, you have to!" Miroku yelled through the closed bathroom door. ' I knew he wasn't gonna win, ha!' Miroku's head spun not only from thinking about the possibilities, but because Inuyasha slammed the bathroom door in his face.
To make things worse, as Miroku put his head against the door to make sure his dear friend hadn't tried to drown himself in the bathtub, Inuyasha kicked open the door, leaving Miroku with a rather large lump on his head.
"Damn it! Miroku, you know I can't do this; it'll ruin my reputation. Why are you making me go through with this?!?" Inuyasha demanded as he slammed his hand through the coffee table.
"My friend, I'm making you go through with this because." Miroku paused to pull Inuyasha's fist out of the table, " It was the terms of the bet, if you lost you had to act like me, and if I lost, I had to act like you. We agreed on this before we shook on the bet. It just happens to be that I knew you wouldn't be able to go out with Kikyo this weekend, because she had a cheerleading competition."
Miroku flinched as Inuyasha jumped up, "You letch!! " he screamed while running out of Miroku's room. (A/n: yes, Miroku has a coffee table in his room) "I'll show you" Inuyasha raced through the rest of the house until he reached Miroku's parent's room.
Inuyasha threw open the door, and ran to the closet. The door to the closet had been previously opened, so he didn't have to open it. He pulled down the nearest dress, which happened to be floral print.
Inuyasha smirked as he pulled the dress over his kimono top. He jutted out his hip and came strutting out of the room. When Miroku saw him, his jaw almost hit the floor. "You wanted me to act like you, so here it is!"
Miroku tried to protest about the clothes he had on being robes, not a dress, but Inuyasha's voice rumbled louder than his. "Wow! Are you really as beautiful as you seem or do you remind me of myself? Or should I say, the best part of me is covered up?"
Miroku's checks blushed scarlet as he hit Inuyasha with a throw pillow from the couch. "I have two things to say to you, 1. It's more like, 'Picture this: You, me, bubble baths, and a bottle of champagne.' and 2. Take my mom's dress off, she'll kill us if it gets ripped."
Both boys interrupted in laughter, Miroku slumped against the wall, clutching his side, and complaining about not getting enough air. Inuyasha plopped down into a chair, and immediately wished he hadn't.
Inuyasha's face turned paste white. "Uhh." he said as he clutched the torn side of the dress.
Miroku's face lost all color, "Do you need a needle and thread? Do you even know how to sew?" He chuckled at the thought of Inuyasha sewing.
*~*~*~*~ A/n: Hey that is all for now. Please review, PLESAE review!
"NO!! Come on Inuyasha, you lost the bet, you have to!" Miroku yelled through the closed bathroom door. ' I knew he wasn't gonna win, ha!' Miroku's head spun not only from thinking about the possibilities, but because Inuyasha slammed the bathroom door in his face.
To make things worse, as Miroku put his head against the door to make sure his dear friend hadn't tried to drown himself in the bathtub, Inuyasha kicked open the door, leaving Miroku with a rather large lump on his head.
"Damn it! Miroku, you know I can't do this; it'll ruin my reputation. Why are you making me go through with this?!?" Inuyasha demanded as he slammed his hand through the coffee table.
"My friend, I'm making you go through with this because." Miroku paused to pull Inuyasha's fist out of the table, " It was the terms of the bet, if you lost you had to act like me, and if I lost, I had to act like you. We agreed on this before we shook on the bet. It just happens to be that I knew you wouldn't be able to go out with Kikyo this weekend, because she had a cheerleading competition."
Miroku flinched as Inuyasha jumped up, "You letch!! " he screamed while running out of Miroku's room. (A/n: yes, Miroku has a coffee table in his room) "I'll show you" Inuyasha raced through the rest of the house until he reached Miroku's parent's room.
Inuyasha threw open the door, and ran to the closet. The door to the closet had been previously opened, so he didn't have to open it. He pulled down the nearest dress, which happened to be floral print.
Inuyasha smirked as he pulled the dress over his kimono top. He jutted out his hip and came strutting out of the room. When Miroku saw him, his jaw almost hit the floor. "You wanted me to act like you, so here it is!"
Miroku tried to protest about the clothes he had on being robes, not a dress, but Inuyasha's voice rumbled louder than his. "Wow! Are you really as beautiful as you seem or do you remind me of myself? Or should I say, the best part of me is covered up?"
Miroku's checks blushed scarlet as he hit Inuyasha with a throw pillow from the couch. "I have two things to say to you, 1. It's more like, 'Picture this: You, me, bubble baths, and a bottle of champagne.' and 2. Take my mom's dress off, she'll kill us if it gets ripped."
Both boys interrupted in laughter, Miroku slumped against the wall, clutching his side, and complaining about not getting enough air. Inuyasha plopped down into a chair, and immediately wished he hadn't.
Inuyasha's face turned paste white. "Uhh." he said as he clutched the torn side of the dress.
Miroku's face lost all color, "Do you need a needle and thread? Do you even know how to sew?" He chuckled at the thought of Inuyasha sewing.
*~*~*~*~ A/n: Hey that is all for now. Please review, PLESAE review!