Inspiration.
"Hey, Rachel, do you have a raisin?"
"I'm in the middle of composing our next hit song, Mike."
"Yes. But do you have a raisin?"
"What rhymes with headband?"
"Raisin."
Defeated sigh. "No, Mike, I don't have a raisin."
"How 'bout a date?" Grin.
Unimpressed.
"No?" Stumped. "If you were a Pokemon, I'd chose you."
"Out."
Shove. Lock door. Silence. Breathe.
"You must be a broom because you sweep me off my feet!"
Broken pencil.
Author's note: I am cooler than I originally thought I was. Yay.