Oh-So American

Drabble Series

Summary: Hey, you. Yeah, you. The one that can apparently understand me. Can you help me here? ...Isn't this supposed to be an Elite School? Yeah? Then why can't you people understand ENGLISH? Aren't supposed to know it for business and whatnot? ...WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?

English


I swear! I didn't do anythingggg!

"Why are you making me sit through this?" I whined, and tried to get away from the evil twins that had me at their house again.

I struggle, they pull the rope tighter. CAN'T BREATHE!

"Fine," I pouted, "Get me anywhere near pink, and you'll find your house in flames."

"Hai, hai." Said the sparkling twins as they dragged me off to their mother, in a rather dismissive manner.

"I hate you."

"We love you too."

"The love. It burns."

"You know you love it."

"I hate it with a passion."

"But see? You have passion."

"That doesn't mean anything."

"Yes it does, it means you have something."

"I could have a passion fruit, and that would mean something?"

"Hai."

"I hate you."

"We loooooove y ou."

"What is love?"

"Huh?"

"Oh baby, don't hurt me, don't hurt me. No more. Oh baby, don't hurt me, don't hurt me. No more." I continued singing.