I sat at the Tasty Freeze, sighing as the guys once again went off about the Mary girl. She smiled at us politely before going back to talking to whoever it is she roped into her trap.
It had to a be a trap, all of it.
She was just perfect... Perfect curves, perfect voice, perfect face, perfect hair...
Too perfect.
I finally got annoyed with this bullshit and made my way from the table, walking past Randy's car and towards the park. I doubt the guys even noticed over their drooling for the girl. But I think I heard her and her perfect voice call 'Bob, wait!' before being calmed by my friends. It was one girl, why were they so concerned with being in her attention?
It was getting so crazy!
What was so good about little Ms. Perfect? It was getting on my nerves. First they are sexually harassing her-which I honestly didn't care too much for-but next thing I know they are apologizing and can't bring it in them to do so much as give her a perverted comment.
I needed some air away from her, and the way she made my friends act all idiotically in love. It was just gross.
I kicked a can on my way to the park, overhearing some more words on the black haired girl.
"Ain't she a real looker?"
"Such a cutie, with all her manners and attitude. Don't find too many like her."
"You got that right."
I hated this. It was one girl. In the whole world, out of 6 billion people. She's perfect...
Too perfect.
Walking into the park, I see a scowling redheaded Greaser, and I couldn't help but grin just a little. Now I could blow off a little steam!
"Hey Greaser!" I called out with a cocky tone, trying to keep my anger hidden. I didn't feel like letting him know I was growing to dislike Mary more 'n more, so I'd let him think I was just doing it for kicks.
He didn't hear me, so I just walked closer. Four words he muttered under his breath, loud enough for me to hear, caused me to freeze in my strides.
He then noticed my shadow, and the youngest Curtis turned faster then you could say 'wait'. He looked as though he was just caught swearing by his overly strict mom, with the fear growing more and more on his face.
Yet those four words kept me from slugging him...
"Stupid Mary Sue Parfait..."
Maybe I wasn't the only one growing to hate her.
Oh goodness, I hope you know this is written sloppily (in my opinion) but I honestly don't care. I'm doing this purely for joy. If you enjoy this, I'm overly glad.
It's just so fun to make fun of Mary-Sue's, isn't it? And thank you to the lovely four who reviewed quite quickly in my opinion. Makes me feel loved.
For those who don't know, Parfait is not only a delicious fruit and ice cream treat, but also the French word for 'Perfect'
So until next time my dearies! And yes! Bob and Pony have found one common thing they are both beginning to hate more and more! When I had been explaining to a friend about some of the ideas I had, she just laughed... Be prepared!
