Disclaimer: Chapter three already

Disclaimer: Chapter three already! Where does the time go? I am uploading this fast and writing this fast, since I know when I wait for chapters, I hate it. So enjoy! SCSA and Debra own themselves. Vince McMahon owns the WWF.

A/N: In this chapter… Oh, just read it!

"Convient Store Convenience"

Chapter Three- Plaid, Bikes, and Love

"Ain't you supposed to be in school, Steve?" Debra asked as she kicked some pebbles. Steve cursed under his breath as he noticed Debra was wearing a new, ironed plaid jumper. Her hair was pulled back into a braid.

"What the hell happened?" Steve asked, getting onto his bike. "Hop on. Tell me on the way." Debra took her braid out and shook her hair. "Where we going?" Steve shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe around the block, maybe further. Spur of the moment."

Debra sighed. "Fine." Steve cranked up the bike. "So, tell me what happened." Debra put her arms around his waist. "Well, when I woke up this mornin', my mom threw this here jumper at me, and said I'd better get into it or she'd throw me out. So I put it on. I forgot to pack leather for school, I was in a rush. Then, when I answered a question wrong during science, I said the s word and I got sent home."

Steve rolled his eyes. "You said sh- the 's' word and you got sent home? Damn. That's too bad." He pushed his legs down on the concrete and he started riding. "I can't tell my mom I was suspended, she'd kill me!" Debra whined. Steve nodded. "Well, what time you supposed to be home?"

Debra looked at the sun to tell the time. "In four hours." Steve spit at the side of his back. "Damn, four hours? I have to ride around for four hours?" Debra blushed. "We can stop somewhere, you know." Steve nodded. "I know. But let's ride for now."

As they rode around the block a few times, Debra asked again, "how come you ain't in school?" Steve shrugged. "It's Wednesday. I have math today. I hate math." Debra's lips pursed into a knot. "How you gonna get a good job if you don't got a good education? I imagine you do want to do something with your life." Steve shrugged. "I ain't need no education for what I want to do." Debra raised an eyebrow. "What do you want to do?" Steve smiled. "Kick peoples' ass."

Debra sighed. "Real good job, Steve." She tapped her foot as the bike stopped in front of a store. Not the convenience store, but a real department store. "Steve, stealing gum is one thing. Stealing jewelry and clothes is another." Steve sighed. "I ain't stealing nothing, honeysuckle rose."

He led her off the bike and they went into the store. It was real fancy shamsey. "I could be learning about organisms right now." Debra said, thinking about science class. Steve made a face. "Bleech! I hate science too, but if I had my pick, I like biology. Get to cut things open." Debra sighed. "Typical," she muttered.

Steve picked up the first thing he saw. A lacy, red bra. "Here you go," He held it out to Debra. She held it. Steve looked her up and down. "On second thought," he said, "let me put it back." Debra smacked him on the arm. "No flat jokes. I am sensitive." Steve sighed. "Women." Debra nodded. "Yeah, darn tooting I am a woman and I am gosh darn proud of it!"

Steve sighed. "Oh, god, now she went and said darn tooting. Damn, Debra, why can't you go back to being a biker? It ain't fair." Debra shrugged. "All's fair in plaid, bikes, and love."

"I thought it was all's fair in love and war."

"I know, but we ain't got no war. We got this ugly plaid jumper, your bike, and we got some love."

"Love?"

"Yes."

"You love me?"

"I don't know, do you love me?"

"No, but I am gosh darn close to it."

Debra laughed. "Steve! You said gosh darn!" Steve nodded. "I know, don't remind me." Debra put her arm around his neck. "So… where does this leave us? Couple? Friends?" Steve opened up his mouth. "Well, Debra…"