Haha. HEEEEEYYYYY. Long time, no talk/write/see-ish. Don't you guys just love having a writer like me who can't find the stinking time in her own not-that-incredibly-busy-but-somehow-gets-to-b e-busy schedule to write for you? I know, me too! We have so much in common. BUT GUESS WHAT? This whole chapter is in quotes. Guess who's who. It's kinda easy, and no, you won't get anything for it. Except the fact that you named the people first. GOOD JOB!
Disclaimer: Just because I don't get sued doesn't mean that I actually like doing these things. Bleh.
Chapter 8: In the Process
"I can't do this."
"Yes. Yes, you can."
"No. No, I can't."
"It's a date, Jade."
"Not just any date. With him."
"I repeat. It. Is. Just. A. Date."
"But…"
"No buts. Now stop frowning. You'll get wrinkles."
"What? Wrinkles? I'm freakin' 17!"
"You'll still get wrinkles."
"Omigosh, Jazz! You're acting like my mother!"
"Who was your mother? Did she have pink hair too?"
"I don't really know….You're acting like the nuns at the temple!"
"Oooohhh I'm scared now. Do you think I'll have to join the convent?"
"Shut up and curl my hair."
"Alright, your Majesty, Queen of Sheba."
"Don't make me burn you with this straightener."
"I can't do this."
"Yes, you can."
"No, I can't. What if she hates me? What if this is a pity date?"
"It's not a pity date."
"How do you know, Roy?"
"Where her eyes kind of sad when she accepted? Did she tug on her shirt? Did she show teeth when she smiled?"
"No…"
"It's not a pity date."
"Wait, how do you know about pity dates?"
"Robin."
"Poor guy."
"I know. It took about three years before he and Starfire started to go out on actual dates."
"Did Star tell you this?"
"No. Raven did."
"Oh gosh."
"I know right? I was just wondering about it and she floats in, all ghosty and goth-y and stuff, and says, all Mr. Mysterio like,-"
"No, not that. What if Jinx decides to go villain on me and turn goth?"
"Dude, she already is goth."
"But, goth-er."
"Goth-er? I don't think that's a word."
"Says the guy who failed 4th grade English."
"Hey! 'Extracurricular' is a hard word to spell for a 4th grader!"
"Spell it now."
"Umm…. E…X….tra…C….urr…I…C….A-"
"WRONG! It's EXTRACURRICULAR! You fail, Roy."
"I'm not the one getting freaked out over a date."
"Omigosh, Roy."
"What now?"
"What if it's a pity date?"
