A/N: wrote this this morning… wow. Haha! Rated a bit higher than I usually would rate things for certain things. Haha. I'm going to say T for this moment just to keep safe.
Disclaimer: I own nothing…
Julie dropped at Ben's feet laying on her stomach with a tennis racket in one hand and the other hand drawn dramatically across her forehead.
"Come on, Jules," began her loving brunette boyfriend, "it's not the end of the world. You of all people should know that." He knelt down to her and stroked her hair as her face was planted into the ground of the tennis court. "And if it was the end of the world, there would be more Highbreeds."
"I ost hy katl."
"Can you at least roll over and talk to me so I can make sense of what the heck you just said?" Ben asked politely, trying to take the tennis racket from her death-grip on the thing. "That way I can see your pretty brown eyes too."
Reluctantly, she flipped over, brown eyes focused on the sky as her boyfriend hovered over her. "I lost my match," she whined again, words more audible this time.
"I know that," said Ben softly. One hand stroked her cheek as he crouched beside her. "Come on, Jules. Every dog has his day."
"Not me," said Julie, shutting her eyes tight. "I never lose."
"Julie Yamamoto..."
"Benjamin Kirby Tennyson."
His jade eyes zeroed in on her. "Julie, come on, this is dumb. You lost a match, big deal! I lose trying to save the whole entire universe, and it goes 'HOUSTON, WE HAVE A PROBLEM!'"
"Ben..." The clutched the tennis racket to her chest, feeling her boyfriend still trying to pry it from her fingers. "Just leave me here in my misery."
"You aren't going to go all dramatic on me, are you?"
"LET ME DIE HERE IN MY MISERY!" Julie pretended to stab herself through the heart with her tennis racket, resulting in it jabbing into her breast. "DANGIT, I STABBED MY BOOB!"
Ben just took a step back. "What is wrong with you?" he asked, almost worried for her sanity.
"FOR GIRL, BEING STABBED IN THE BOOB HURTS! IT'S LIKE WHEN GUYS GET KICKED IN THE BALLS BUT ON A LESSER SCALE!" She held her chest, the tennis racket dropped aside.
"Oh my god." Ben put a hand to his forehead. "You're making a scene, Jules."
"IT HURTS!" she yelled.
"THEN WHY DID YOU STAB YOURSELF THERE?"
"I DIDN'T THINK IT'D HURT THAT BAD!"
Ben just grabbed her hand and began to pull her towards his car, her duffel bag already there waiting for her.
The small, lithe Asian-American girl grabbed her tennis racket and started bashing him with the face of it. "I SAID, LET ME DIE HERE!"
"JULIE, YOU'RE NOT EVEN DYING!"
A/N: hehe. Yeah, she is the one I could see being over dramatic, not Gwen. It's fun, I have to say. Review. Thanks.
~Sky
