I was struck by inspiration because of candy gram fever at my school. So, here's an impromptu fic I wrote during English. Enjoy.
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25 Days
Choice
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"The deadline is today, so get that special someone a candy gram by the end of the day! This is Senior Michael Lewis, wishing everyone a happy three days 'till Christmas!"
The PA turned off, and the usual buzz of homeroom in the morning started.
Lily pulled out a piece of paper, names messily scrawled all over it.
"Ugh, look at how many I have to buy," she said, looking at the list of names.
"Oh, and you're one to talk?" Miley asked, as she pulled out an even longer list. The whole page was filled with names of people Oliver and Lily didn't recognize.
High school had managed to spread their circle of friends by a lot, and though they did hang out on weekends, they had their own friends to attend to now. Lily was with the field hockey team, Oliver was with the class clowns, and everyone just liked Miley.
"Whoa…" Lily whispered. "You've got Sean Nicholson on your list!"
"I do?" Miley looked down, and spotted the name. "Ah, whatever. I have about fifty people to send candy grams to. That means… I'm gonna be spending $ 12.50 on this! Ugh," she groaned.
Oliver remained silent, contemplating over how he was going to get someone a candy gram. He had absolutely no money left, and ever since he began freeloading, people decided not to lend him any.
"How 'bout you Oliver? Where's your list?" Lily asked, as Miley counted her money.
"Uh… candy grams? Not my thing," he shrugged.
"Well, you're a party poop. Everyone gives everyone candy grams – even guys. But don't give another guy a candy gram. That would look suspicious," she advised.
"I know. Too bad though. No one's getting a gram from Smokin' Oken. I can already see the ladies and their disappointed faces," he sighed, shaking his head.
"Riiiiight," Miley muttered. "So, I guess I should take you off my list?"
"Uh, fine, I'll scrape up any money I can get," Oliver frowned.
The bell rang, signaling the beginning of classes.
Oliver had gone around asking for quarters, and people laughed at him and told him they'd spent all theirs on candy grams.
"Yo, bozo, what's with you?" Jackson asked. He was now a senior and felt obliged to call freshmen names. Chancing by freshman section in the caf, he happened across Oliver who was banging his head against the table.
"I… don't' have money for candygrams," he admitted, and sighed sadly.
"Candy grams? Man, those are for girls. Girls do that. Not guys. Guys receive them. Not give," Jackson repeated, and Oliver sneered.
"Well, Lily and Miley are expecting –"
"Ohhh. I see. Lily and Miley are expecting candy grams from you. Well then, I'll help you out," Jackson smiled. "Even though you owe me five bucks, I'm gonna do something nice for you."
He opened his wallet, and the coin section, revealing a haven of quarters, and Oliver felt relieved.
"Here ya go," Jackson took out one quarter, and handed it to him.
He paled.
"Uh, I need more than one."
"So? You owe me more than five, and I'm givin' you a quarter. Anyways, choose wisely! Merry Christmas, Oken!" Jackson smiled evilly, and turned away.
"I don't like him…" he muttered as Miley's older brother walked away.
He looked down at the quarter with disdain.
This was his only free period of the day, and the only time he could get candy grams. It was the end of the line, and no one in the room would lend him any money.
Reluctantly, he stood, and walked over to where the candy gram forms were, mulling over who he would choose.
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"Who did you pick?" Jackson suddenly asked, as he wiped the counter at Rico's surf shop, looking at Oliver, who was sipping on soda.
"None of your business," he mumbled.
"I leant the money to you."
"I hate you."
"I know."
"I didn't have to choose. The guy in charge let it slide, so I was able to get both Miley and Lily a candy gram," Oliver shrugged.
"Aw, man! Was the guy in charge of them Dave Garret? Dang, he did that in spite of me," Jackson continued on, a little depressed about the fact that his evil little plan did not work out. "Anyways, who was your first pick?"
"That, you'll never know," Oliver smiled.
"I will too!"
"No you won't."
"I bet I know who."
"I bet you don't."
"I bet it's - I'm gonna tell Miley you stole a bra and some panties from her drawer if you don't tell me!" Jackson said smugly.
Oliver turned red.
"But I didn't!"
"I know. But she doesn't – plus, I'd kill you if you did that," Jackson shrugged. "And, speaking of Miley –"
"There you are! Jeez, we're supposed to be studying for a bio test, remember?" Miley had popped out of nowhere, her hand on Oliver's shoulder. He only reddened. "Are you okay…?"
"Uh yeah, let's go," he rushed, grabbing Miley's hand and jumping off of his chair.
"Miley, Oliver has something to tell you," Jackson said, as Oliver released Miley's hand.
If looks could kill, Jackson would've died a thousand times already.
With his back turned, Oliver nodded at him, and mouthed 'Shut up. It was her'.
"What is it?" Miley asked, as Jackson smiled knowingly.
"I'll tell you when we're studying. Let's just go find Lily now," he said grabbing Miley's shoulders, and spinning her around.
As they walked away, Jackson watched, shaking his head with a slight smile.
"I knew it," he muttered to himself, as he tossed the dirty table rag into the garbage can.