A/N: Oh how I loved this show, with its lame one-liners and recycled plot (still, there's just something about the series that's so…infectious?). I just couldn't pass up the chance to write a ScreechLisa fic. You better believe I was rooting for them when I was 9.
Proposal
"Lisa, my love, you should really reconsider my marriage proposal. I think with a little time you'll see just how much we belong toge…"
"Listen Screech," Lisa cut him off impatiently, "I would sooner throw myself into oncoming traffic and hope to get hit by a semi-truck carrying 10 tons of rusty nails before I would even think of marrying you."
With that, Screech beamed at her with hopeful eyes, "So you're saying that if you survive both a head-on collision and a brutal impalement courtesy of a 1,000 bacteria spreading nails, there's an off chance that you'll marry me?"
"God, Screech," Lisa moaned, "Just how clueless can you get?"
He gave a thoughtful expression at that, "I'm not too sure, actually." He titled his head to the side, as if contemplating the answer, "What's the average score?"
Lisa shook her head, "Sometimes I really wonder why I even bother talking to you, let alone breathe the same air as you, especially considering the fact that you have all the intelligence and personality of a brick wall."
"A brick wall, eh?" He gave her insult some moments thought before smiling brightly, "Well I suppose that's a step up from the usual 'mass of fungi' you compare me too." His smiled broadened, "I guess you must really be warming up to me then. And just think, after our wedding you'll…"
"Wedding!" Lisa cried out in frustration, "There isn't going to be any wedding, because we are never getting married. Period."
"But…"
"No."
"I just…"
"No."
"You haven't even…"
"No!"
Screech knew that he should probably recoil, if Lisa's current death glare served as any indicator, but there was just one more thing…
"So is bearing my children completely out too then?"
SMACK!
- конец (end)-
Well, reviews are appreciated
-Andee