~ later~
Britt: * inside Zidane's dorm * Wow…its uh, big in here…
Zidane: * looking at her butt* yeah…it looks really nice…
Britt: * turns around * what…?
Zidane: * looks up* Uh…the dorm…
Britt: * raises an eyebrow, even though she cant in real life* SO….where do I sleep?
Zidane: dude, your living with me NOW! You sleep right next to me, on me, or under me.
Britt: man, your such a horndog…
Zidane: HEY! That was mean…I mean what do you expect…?
Britt: Your right…two teenagers alone together in a big dorm…( oh crap…)
Zidane: * SHAA-WING!* * looks down* oh shit…I gotta go to the bathroom.
Britt: * looks at Zidane's face, then looks down his body* uh…
Zidane: um yeah…
Britt: I think I'll sleep on the couch…
Zidane: man, your no fun…hey, do you mind if I see if a few of my friends can come over?
Britt: uh, are they girls…?
Zidane: No
Britt: okay…hey, lemme watch TV
Zidane: sure…hey don't turn it to 576 okay?
Britt: uh….
Zidane: unless you wanna get trucked tonight, don't turn that channel on…
Britt: oh…ok…(god, I wanna see what it is though…)
~ Zidane on the phone~
Zidane: hey blank, tell Marcus that everyone's gonna come over…no…yeah she came…HELL YEAH….dude she's hard…naa…I can loosen her up…k bye
~ walked in, sits next to britt~
Britt: hey…
Zidane: hi…
Britt: so, who's comin over…?
Zidane: just a few friends…( yeah right…)
Britt: for some reason, I don't really believe you.
Zidane: Would I lie to you…? * hot smirk*
Britt: (maybe I should turn that channel on…) uh…* snaps outta it* uh…wow…
Zidane: what…? * licks lips*
Britt: ahhhhh! ZIDANE!!!
Zidane: * lifts his right leg and puts it on her left leg* what?
Britt: (omg omg omg! I am WAY to pure for this crap! Oh…what the hell…? ) *Scoots her leg closer*
Zidane: * smirks and looks at her*
Britt: (oh god…what would ReAnna do…? WAIT!! NO! I WILL NOT CHOP ZIDANE'S HEAD OFF!!!) * smiles back*
Zidane: * leans head in *
Britt: * leans head in*
Zidane: * opens mouth slightly…*
~BAM!!!!!!~
~ Zidane and Britt jump back~
Zidane: * in his teeth* dammit marcus…
Marcus:* walks through door with about 20 guys that are a little less hotter than Zidane* uh…you must be Britt…
Britt: * fake smile* hi…(darnet)
Marcus: uh…Zidane…can I talk to you for a sec…?
Zidane: Uh… *looks over at Britt, then Blank, another guy.*
Zidane: Blank, if you touch her…I will kick your ass-----* gets dragged away by Marcus into the kitchen*
Marcus: DUDE!
Zidane: WHAT?!
Marcus: YOU SAID SHE WAS HARD!
Zidane: She is!
Marcus: Then that was why you were about to give her the tongue??!
Zidane: * scratches back of head* heh heh…I have my ways with chi---
Britt: * in other room* ZIIIDAAANNNEEE!!!
Zidane: that's my cue…* runs into living room*
Marcus: dammit…
Zidane: * glances over to see blank trying to molest and rape her, while a group of guys circle around* GET THE FLUCK OFF OF HER!!
Blank: Mmmmm…
Britt: GET THE HELL OFF OF ME!!
Blank: say my name…
Zidane: ASSHOLE!
Blank: * looks around* WHAT?!
Zidane: you heard me woman…
~ meanwhile, Britt has run off into Zidane's room~
Britt: * looks around, then plops on the bed* Man this is so stupid…hmmm…*turns on TV…*
~ in the living room~
Zidane: * holding blank by his shirt, bout to punch the crap outta him*
???: ohhhhh…oh yeah…..* more moaning continues*
Zidane: …what the hell is that…?
~ all of the guys walk dazed into the bedroom, being led by Zidane~
Zidane: …Britt…?
Britt: * sitting on the bed* GOD DAMMIT ZIDANE! WHAT THE HELL…?
Zidane: ???? * walks over and looks at TV*
Zidane: Ohhhh, I see that you have wandered into channel 576…*drools*
Britt: HOW DO I CHANGE THE CHANNEL?!
Zidane: its kinda like a one channel TV…oh yeah…
Britt: uh… * RECALLS* "unless you wanna get trucked tonight, don't turn that channel on…"
Britt: uh…I gotta go…get something to drink… * leaves unnoticibly*
Britt: ~ now in kitchen~ man…he is so nasty…but god he's hott…
*gets a drink of water, when all of a sudden the power went out*
Zidane: * heard in his room* DAMMIT!!! *sound of feet coming toward Britt is heard* Britt…?
Britt: yeah…?
Zidane: I see ya like to play hide and seek too...?
Britt: yeah that's it…* starts to walk out of kitchen, when she bumps into Zidane*
Zidane: Whoa!
Britt: Uh… I can't see where I'm goin….
Zidane: oh…*scratches back of head*
Britt: I kinda fear for my safety…
Zidane: damn, its just a power outage…
Britt: no, I mean you watched that TV show…
Zidane: heh, I only truck someone after watching that show if I watch it for 15 minutes, and if I'm doin something to encourage me---
Britt: wow, you know that pretty well…
Zidane: heh---
Blank: * voice is heard* Britt…Since your out here by yourself, lets get to know each other a LITTLE better…
Zidane: * whispers* get on my back…this should be fun…
Britt: no problem…
Zidane: huh…?
Britt: uh…
Zidane: *smirks*
Britt: *blushes* ( thank god its dark…) * jumped on his back *
Zidane: ( oh yeah…) wrap your legs around me…
Britt: god that sounds nasty…
Zidane: * grabs her feet * SHA –WING
Blank: Briittt…where are you….?
Britt: * on Zidane's back* I'm right here baby…
Zidane: ( god dammit…) …Britt…
Britt: What…?
Blank: oh yeah…come here…
Britt: what Zidane…?
Zidane: uh…
Britt: !!!!!
Britt: god Zidane, I'm just joking…
Blank: come here britt!
Zidane: no…. that's not it…
Britt: what…?
Zidane: Uh…* whispers* when blank was little…he uh, kinda never…uh…um, lost something…
Britt: oh wow…
Blank: oh…emotions…BRITT!!!
Zidane: I think he took his clothes off…
Britt: WHAT THE HELL?! ( a little loud…)
Zidane: aww shit…
Blank: Britt! Where are you?! What's wrong??!
Britt: I'm fine…
Zidane: C'mon, its still dark, lets ditch this place…
Britt: but…its your house…
Zidane:…yeah and your point…?
Britt: your gonna let these people stay here…?
Zidane: yeah…plus if I stayed here, I would end up watching 576…
Blank: BRITT! GET OVER HERE!!!
Britt: ok lets get outta here…* turns her head to where she thinks Blank is* Blank…
Blank: what my sweetheart?
Zidane: ( I thought I taught him better)
Britt: I'm uh…going to the bathroom…wait here…
Blank: what are you doing…?
Britt: taking a shower…( like I would with all of these guys…)
Zidane: * starts walking over to the shower*
Britt: what the hell are you doing?
Zidane: we're taking a shower
Britt: I just said that…
Zidane: dammit…
Britt: Lets go
Zidane: * runs out of the door*
Britt: *outside she hops off of Zidane's back* he's uh…psycho…wow…it's 10:30 pm..
Zidane: um…yeah…
Britt: What's wrong…?
Zidane: I gotta piss…
Britt: * smacks head*
Zidane: sorry! Look, there's a tree over there…
Britt: fine…
Zidane: yeah?
Britt: huh…
Zidane: What?
Britt: I didn't say anything…
Zidane: you said fine…
Britt: yeah…
Zidane: shit…sorry I'm just kinda used to hearing people call me that… * scratches back of head*
Britt: O.O
Zidane: * walking away, turns head over his shoulder* don't worry, you'll be calling me that pretty soon* walks over to a tree*
Britt:O__________________________o
Zidane: ( man…the chick content is getting low in my blood…I need someone--- --CHICK!* points *) * Zips up pants*
Zidane: * walks over to sluttish-looking blonde* Heeey baby…
JoLane: hey…
Zidane: wanna screw?
JoLane: I just love a guy who gets right to the point!
~ 57.23 minutes later~
Britt: what the hell? Is there such thing as pee constipation? ZIDDAANNNEEEE!
~ back at JoLane and Zidane~
Zidane: oh..y…ea..h… j…j…BRRIITTTT!!!!!
Britt: * back at the tree* Ziiiidannneee…!!!
JoLane: *hack…* Excuse me…?
Zidane: ( oh shit…)
Britt: Zidaaaanee---* spots him and JoLane* WHAT THE FLUCK? I FROZE MY ASS OFF WAITING FOR YOU! U DRAGGED MY ASS ALL THE WAY OVER HERE JUST SO U COULD TRUCK A SLUT AND LEAVE ME WAITING FOR YOU?!
JoLane: Who the hell are you?
Britt: Who the hell are YOU?!
Zidane: uh….( I love it when Chicks fight over me…)
Britt: * smiles at Zidane*
Zidane: * pulls up pants*
Britt: Zidane…why don't you just have HER do that for you? I mean, she did take them off, right? * walks away*
Zidane: ( ouch…)
JoLane: oh Zidane… just screw her…your way to good for her…
Zidane: MAN! I would if I could!
JoLane: WHAT?!
Zidane: ah dammit…
JoLane: * gives Zidane a bitchy look*
Zidane: bitch….
~ meanwhile~
Britt: ( I CANT believe he did that to me…hey, at least I didn't freak out totally…I mean…uh…what was I gonna say…?) *walks into dorm* ( dammit…the lights are still out.)
Everyone: Is that Zidane? Where were you?
Britt: * says as she plops on the couch* He's screwing some random slut off the street…
Marcus: ouch…
Cinna: What's new…
Britt: * sigh*
Blank: IS THAT BRITT??
Britt: Blank! If you come close to me I will slap you across your face…
Blank: ……
Marcus: *whispers* hey guys…shouldn't we make the most of this…I mean…Zidane's gone…she's alone…
Jacob: are you guys crazy??! If Zidane found out…
Marcus: your right…
2 Be continued…
A/N: I wrote more! YA! O.O um…Anywhoo…If I get more reviews, I'll write even more!
Britt: * inside Zidane's dorm * Wow…its uh, big in here…
Zidane: * looking at her butt* yeah…it looks really nice…
Britt: * turns around * what…?
Zidane: * looks up* Uh…the dorm…
Britt: * raises an eyebrow, even though she cant in real life* SO….where do I sleep?
Zidane: dude, your living with me NOW! You sleep right next to me, on me, or under me.
Britt: man, your such a horndog…
Zidane: HEY! That was mean…I mean what do you expect…?
Britt: Your right…two teenagers alone together in a big dorm…( oh crap…)
Zidane: * SHAA-WING!* * looks down* oh shit…I gotta go to the bathroom.
Britt: * looks at Zidane's face, then looks down his body* uh…
Zidane: um yeah…
Britt: I think I'll sleep on the couch…
Zidane: man, your no fun…hey, do you mind if I see if a few of my friends can come over?
Britt: uh, are they girls…?
Zidane: No
Britt: okay…hey, lemme watch TV
Zidane: sure…hey don't turn it to 576 okay?
Britt: uh….
Zidane: unless you wanna get trucked tonight, don't turn that channel on…
Britt: oh…ok…(god, I wanna see what it is though…)
~ Zidane on the phone~
Zidane: hey blank, tell Marcus that everyone's gonna come over…no…yeah she came…HELL YEAH….dude she's hard…naa…I can loosen her up…k bye
~ walked in, sits next to britt~
Britt: hey…
Zidane: hi…
Britt: so, who's comin over…?
Zidane: just a few friends…( yeah right…)
Britt: for some reason, I don't really believe you.
Zidane: Would I lie to you…? * hot smirk*
Britt: (maybe I should turn that channel on…) uh…* snaps outta it* uh…wow…
Zidane: what…? * licks lips*
Britt: ahhhhh! ZIDANE!!!
Zidane: * lifts his right leg and puts it on her left leg* what?
Britt: (omg omg omg! I am WAY to pure for this crap! Oh…what the hell…? ) *Scoots her leg closer*
Zidane: * smirks and looks at her*
Britt: (oh god…what would ReAnna do…? WAIT!! NO! I WILL NOT CHOP ZIDANE'S HEAD OFF!!!) * smiles back*
Zidane: * leans head in *
Britt: * leans head in*
Zidane: * opens mouth slightly…*
~BAM!!!!!!~
~ Zidane and Britt jump back~
Zidane: * in his teeth* dammit marcus…
Marcus:* walks through door with about 20 guys that are a little less hotter than Zidane* uh…you must be Britt…
Britt: * fake smile* hi…(darnet)
Marcus: uh…Zidane…can I talk to you for a sec…?
Zidane: Uh… *looks over at Britt, then Blank, another guy.*
Zidane: Blank, if you touch her…I will kick your ass-----* gets dragged away by Marcus into the kitchen*
Marcus: DUDE!
Zidane: WHAT?!
Marcus: YOU SAID SHE WAS HARD!
Zidane: She is!
Marcus: Then that was why you were about to give her the tongue??!
Zidane: * scratches back of head* heh heh…I have my ways with chi---
Britt: * in other room* ZIIIDAAANNNEEE!!!
Zidane: that's my cue…* runs into living room*
Marcus: dammit…
Zidane: * glances over to see blank trying to molest and rape her, while a group of guys circle around* GET THE FLUCK OFF OF HER!!
Blank: Mmmmm…
Britt: GET THE HELL OFF OF ME!!
Blank: say my name…
Zidane: ASSHOLE!
Blank: * looks around* WHAT?!
Zidane: you heard me woman…
~ meanwhile, Britt has run off into Zidane's room~
Britt: * looks around, then plops on the bed* Man this is so stupid…hmmm…*turns on TV…*
~ in the living room~
Zidane: * holding blank by his shirt, bout to punch the crap outta him*
???: ohhhhh…oh yeah…..* more moaning continues*
Zidane: …what the hell is that…?
~ all of the guys walk dazed into the bedroom, being led by Zidane~
Zidane: …Britt…?
Britt: * sitting on the bed* GOD DAMMIT ZIDANE! WHAT THE HELL…?
Zidane: ???? * walks over and looks at TV*
Zidane: Ohhhh, I see that you have wandered into channel 576…*drools*
Britt: HOW DO I CHANGE THE CHANNEL?!
Zidane: its kinda like a one channel TV…oh yeah…
Britt: uh… * RECALLS* "unless you wanna get trucked tonight, don't turn that channel on…"
Britt: uh…I gotta go…get something to drink… * leaves unnoticibly*
Britt: ~ now in kitchen~ man…he is so nasty…but god he's hott…
*gets a drink of water, when all of a sudden the power went out*
Zidane: * heard in his room* DAMMIT!!! *sound of feet coming toward Britt is heard* Britt…?
Britt: yeah…?
Zidane: I see ya like to play hide and seek too...?
Britt: yeah that's it…* starts to walk out of kitchen, when she bumps into Zidane*
Zidane: Whoa!
Britt: Uh… I can't see where I'm goin….
Zidane: oh…*scratches back of head*
Britt: I kinda fear for my safety…
Zidane: damn, its just a power outage…
Britt: no, I mean you watched that TV show…
Zidane: heh, I only truck someone after watching that show if I watch it for 15 minutes, and if I'm doin something to encourage me---
Britt: wow, you know that pretty well…
Zidane: heh---
Blank: * voice is heard* Britt…Since your out here by yourself, lets get to know each other a LITTLE better…
Zidane: * whispers* get on my back…this should be fun…
Britt: no problem…
Zidane: huh…?
Britt: uh…
Zidane: *smirks*
Britt: *blushes* ( thank god its dark…) * jumped on his back *
Zidane: ( oh yeah…) wrap your legs around me…
Britt: god that sounds nasty…
Zidane: * grabs her feet * SHA –WING
Blank: Briittt…where are you….?
Britt: * on Zidane's back* I'm right here baby…
Zidane: ( god dammit…) …Britt…
Britt: What…?
Blank: oh yeah…come here…
Britt: what Zidane…?
Zidane: uh…
Britt: !!!!!
Britt: god Zidane, I'm just joking…
Blank: come here britt!
Zidane: no…. that's not it…
Britt: what…?
Zidane: Uh…* whispers* when blank was little…he uh, kinda never…uh…um, lost something…
Britt: oh wow…
Blank: oh…emotions…BRITT!!!
Zidane: I think he took his clothes off…
Britt: WHAT THE HELL?! ( a little loud…)
Zidane: aww shit…
Blank: Britt! Where are you?! What's wrong??!
Britt: I'm fine…
Zidane: C'mon, its still dark, lets ditch this place…
Britt: but…its your house…
Zidane:…yeah and your point…?
Britt: your gonna let these people stay here…?
Zidane: yeah…plus if I stayed here, I would end up watching 576…
Blank: BRITT! GET OVER HERE!!!
Britt: ok lets get outta here…* turns her head to where she thinks Blank is* Blank…
Blank: what my sweetheart?
Zidane: ( I thought I taught him better)
Britt: I'm uh…going to the bathroom…wait here…
Blank: what are you doing…?
Britt: taking a shower…( like I would with all of these guys…)
Zidane: * starts walking over to the shower*
Britt: what the hell are you doing?
Zidane: we're taking a shower
Britt: I just said that…
Zidane: dammit…
Britt: Lets go
Zidane: * runs out of the door*
Britt: *outside she hops off of Zidane's back* he's uh…psycho…wow…it's 10:30 pm..
Zidane: um…yeah…
Britt: What's wrong…?
Zidane: I gotta piss…
Britt: * smacks head*
Zidane: sorry! Look, there's a tree over there…
Britt: fine…
Zidane: yeah?
Britt: huh…
Zidane: What?
Britt: I didn't say anything…
Zidane: you said fine…
Britt: yeah…
Zidane: shit…sorry I'm just kinda used to hearing people call me that… * scratches back of head*
Britt: O.O
Zidane: * walking away, turns head over his shoulder* don't worry, you'll be calling me that pretty soon* walks over to a tree*
Britt:O__________________________o
Zidane: ( man…the chick content is getting low in my blood…I need someone--- --CHICK!* points *) * Zips up pants*
Zidane: * walks over to sluttish-looking blonde* Heeey baby…
JoLane: hey…
Zidane: wanna screw?
JoLane: I just love a guy who gets right to the point!
~ 57.23 minutes later~
Britt: what the hell? Is there such thing as pee constipation? ZIDDAANNNEEEE!
~ back at JoLane and Zidane~
Zidane: oh..y…ea..h… j…j…BRRIITTTT!!!!!
Britt: * back at the tree* Ziiiidannneee…!!!
JoLane: *hack…* Excuse me…?
Zidane: ( oh shit…)
Britt: Zidaaaanee---* spots him and JoLane* WHAT THE FLUCK? I FROZE MY ASS OFF WAITING FOR YOU! U DRAGGED MY ASS ALL THE WAY OVER HERE JUST SO U COULD TRUCK A SLUT AND LEAVE ME WAITING FOR YOU?!
JoLane: Who the hell are you?
Britt: Who the hell are YOU?!
Zidane: uh….( I love it when Chicks fight over me…)
Britt: * smiles at Zidane*
Zidane: * pulls up pants*
Britt: Zidane…why don't you just have HER do that for you? I mean, she did take them off, right? * walks away*
Zidane: ( ouch…)
JoLane: oh Zidane… just screw her…your way to good for her…
Zidane: MAN! I would if I could!
JoLane: WHAT?!
Zidane: ah dammit…
JoLane: * gives Zidane a bitchy look*
Zidane: bitch….
~ meanwhile~
Britt: ( I CANT believe he did that to me…hey, at least I didn't freak out totally…I mean…uh…what was I gonna say…?) *walks into dorm* ( dammit…the lights are still out.)
Everyone: Is that Zidane? Where were you?
Britt: * says as she plops on the couch* He's screwing some random slut off the street…
Marcus: ouch…
Cinna: What's new…
Britt: * sigh*
Blank: IS THAT BRITT??
Britt: Blank! If you come close to me I will slap you across your face…
Blank: ……
Marcus: *whispers* hey guys…shouldn't we make the most of this…I mean…Zidane's gone…she's alone…
Jacob: are you guys crazy??! If Zidane found out…
Marcus: your right…
2 Be continued…
A/N: I wrote more! YA! O.O um…Anywhoo…If I get more reviews, I'll write even more!