Because I'm overdosing on angst after only two chapters of 'Flightless Bird, American Mouth', I wrote this nonsense.
Bridgette/DJ. Go go Gadget Unconventional Pairing copter!
btw: School starts tomorrow, so expect less updates from me. :)
The Questions Game
"I'm ultra bored." Bridgette complained one day, laying in the sand next to DJ, who was sitting up and watching Cody and Harold skip rocks.
"We could play the questions game." He suggested, leaning back onto his shoulders.
Sitting up, she ruffled the sand from her blonde hair. "How do you play?"
"Well, you can only have a conversation with questions. If you say something that isn't a question, you lose." He explained. "I'll go first."
"Okay." She nodded.
"How was your day?" He started.
"How was yours?" She said, after thinking for a second.
"Why do you ask?" He said quickly.
"Are you kidding?" She said without thinking, really more of her just being incredulous than her playing the game. He was good!
"Why would I be?"
She stopped, thought for a bit and replied, "Why won't you just answer?"
DJ hesitated. "Why do you care?"
"Is it a girl?" She asked.
"What do you mean?" He continued.
"Is a girl the reason why you're so hesitant to tell me?" She asked, grinning.
"What would give you that idea?" He looked confused.
"So, it isn't?" She confirmed.
"Why are you asking this?" He still looked confused.
"Will you go out with me?" She finished, still smiling.
DJ lost the game.
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Hehe.