Sarah plopped down in her seat beside Phil in lunch. She glanced at him and sighed almost longingly. He had immersed himself in a book he probably had to read for English. Or maybe just for his own time. Who knows?

Scooching as close to the woman-hater as she dared, she murmured, "Hey Phil?"

The dark-haired Shortman grunted, and barely glanced at the Bennette over his page turning. "What do you want?" He asked coolly.

The girl gulped and shakily asked, "Do you want a piece of gum?" His eyes flashed up and his back straightened.

"Why, that depends. What flavor?"

"Strawberry!" She smiled at him but her face fell when Phillip's face closed off. A disgusted scowl crossed his features and scoffed at her.

"Strawberry? Are you mad? I'm allergic! Are you trying to kill me?"

Sarah blinked twice and looked down, pulling the chair a bit away from him. "No. I'm sorry; I didn't know."

Phillip sighed. Stupid girl. Stupid conscious. Stupid football-headed father who gave him that stupid conscious. "Sorry for snapping. It's not my fault you're an oblivious idiot. I usually have low tolerance around stupid people." He glanced up into her golden shocked eyes. He winced. That was smooth, Shortman. Real smooth. "But, um, do you have any mint gum?"

The girl looked away, embarrassed. "N-no. I've never had mint gum."

Green eyes blinked at the brown haired girl as he looked at her as if she was crazy. "Never had…? Everyone has had mint gum! What, do you live under a rock? Are you a freak?"

Biting her lip, the ten year old turned and glared at the boy beside her. "No, actually, I just don't like mint that much, respectively."

Phil snorted. "Respectively? And how do you know you don't like mint if you've never tried it? Are you psychic?" He mocked her. Sarah stood up suddenly and in a moment, her face was within inches of the guy whom she had a crush on.

"Actually, no. I'm allergic to mint, so I'm sorry if I didn't feel like dying!" She spun around and grabbed her black tin lunch box. She started to walk away when she paused and said, "I'll bring a different flavor for you tomorrow. Do you like tropical?"

With out fully turning around, the Bennette looked over her shoulder with hardened eyes. Phillip had been ram-rod still since the face-within-inches-of-my-face thing. He nodded quickly and precisely.

"Good." With that, the girl moodily walked over to her best friend's table.

"Weirdo." Green eyes were tossed back into a crazy little head as Phil went back to his food. For a reason he just couldn't explain, his face felt really hot. Huh, he thought. Must be from the strawberry gum she was chewing.

A/N: Yeah, sure Phil. That's the reason. So, in a completely unrelated little drabble to the Phileo and Juliet thing... I give you Allergies. So, we all basically have allergies, right? What are yours? (And before you ask... NA-NA-NANA-NA! I don't have allergies! MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!)

So... yeah. Nothing more to really say. Except I'll start the next chapter for the Phileo thing soon enough! **audience gasps** Yeah, no, I haven't started it yet. No, um, inspiration? **smiles and acts like I'm not overflowing with ideas right now**