Summary- this is just something that I thought would be funny..read and review
Rating- PG I guess
Disclaimer- no I don't own the O.C. I wouldn't be writing fic if I did.

Seriously, do you not have a life, you're playing Jenga with a plastic horse. Captain Oats thought to himself as the blond dragged on. "I just don't get it, like Seth Cohen, what is he thinking, Summer is such a whore! I am WAY better for him!" I would of rolled my eyes but since their painted on I stared back at her.
"Your turn Captain Oats, really what the hell does he see in her?" she picked me up and shoved my plastic leg through the hole, knocking a piece down. "Nice move horsey!" she giggled OH MY GOD! is she drunk? Who calls me horsey? Seth should definitely ditch her, in the words of Summer, EW!
She flopped onto her stomach and removed a wooden piece "how long does it take to check vegetables?" she groaned. He wanted to get away from you smarty-pants.
The oh so familiar sound of the doorknob turning made her look up. Yes, Yes, Yes! I chanted in my head. He's back, no more Jenga with this thing! I'm going to have to have a little talk with master later, tell him exactly how horrible it was when he left me to baby-sit- HER.

Please read and review- says Captain Oats!