A/N: So I was talking with a friend, trying to figure out what to do for the next drabble. She told me she thought that a high school AU was pretty standard, and that I really couldn't go without one. I will indulge her. ;) This is just what I kinda picture everything looking like, so I'm sorry if we don't have the same visions!
Skipper was absolutely done with this school day. He enjoyed playing Capture the Flag, but that was only because he was absurdly good at it, especially with his team by his side. But when he closed his locker, things may have gotten worse.
"Skipper!" Private grinned, his shaggy blonde bangs almost blocking out his eyes.
"Private, you snuck up on me!" He groaned. "What did I tell you about that?"
"Um…don't?"
"Right. Why don't you tell me what's got you so riled up anyways?"
"Well, you know there's this dance coming up?"
Skipper shuddered. "Dances are for hippies."
"Regardless…I thought I'd ask someone."
"All right, I'll let this one slide. Nothing clouds a man's judgment so well as a good dame. Of course, she needs the team's approval first."
"Of course….Do you know Nina?"
"Nina?" Skipper banged his head against his locker in defeat. "That is not a battle worth fighting, Private."
"But I really like her…."
"Come with me." He grabbed Private's arm and dragged him to the lab, where Kowalski was already making something explode; Rico almost salivated while watching. "Kowalski, the chart!"
"Which chart?" Kowalski inquired.
"The chart."
"Oh…" He nodded, spinning around a whiteboard. "This is a list of 500 reasons not to ask out a member of Sandy's group."
"You prepared this in advance?"
"We've prepared a lot of things in advance," Kowalski replied, gesturing to a sign that said "In Case of Zombie Country Singer Apocalypse, Break Glass."
"All right," he sighed, "one good reason."
"One good reason?" Skipper scoffed. "Sandy is a complete nightmare, and if you want to ask out Nina, you have to deal with that she-devil first."
"…all right, one more."
"What more do you need, man?!" He ran his hands through his jet black hair, exasperated.
"Even if Sandy's a complete nutter, that shouldn't stop me." He swallowed.
"All right, dig your own grave. Just like Manfredi and Johnson."
A/N: I feel like I want to continue this, but I don't know if I should, honestly. If someone really wants me to, I will!
