A/N: Sorry that chapter 2 wasn't good…you can blame that
all on my friend ( REANNA…) Tell me what needs to be different…so then I
can make it better for you guys! And I know Zidane doesn't really act like
this…its just how he is in the story. K review please! ^_^
~meanwhile~
Zidane: bitch! Get off me!
JoLane: but…I need you….
Zidane: dammit cant you take a damn hint?! *gets up*
JoLane: uh…uh c'mon Zidane…* Stands up, rubs her hand through his hair*
Zidane: dammit! Get away from me! * starts to walk away*
JoLane: ZIDANE! COME BACK!!
~Back at the Dorm~
Britt: …..that's all…* gets done telling the story.*
Marcus: damn…
Blank: ……
Cinna: Like I said, what's new…? * starts to rain outside*
Britt: you guys aren't helping…
Marcus: Listen Britt…* sits next to her*
Britt: * moves away from her…er, him* ( it's raining really hard…)
Marcus: We're talking about Zidane Tribal here…you know him, how he screws any girl he sees…You knew he was going to do this to you in the first place.
Britt: yeah…but---( wonder if Zidane's okay…WAIT! I SHOULDN'T CARE!)
Marcus: Its just the way he is…I mean, if he saw a 'hot' tree or something…wait, never mind…
Britt: yeah…I mean, he's not THAT obsessed….well…wait…
Cinna: I'm hungry---
~BAM!~
Zidane: * walks in* darn…the lights are still out…
Britt: I'll be asleep, thank you
Zidane: huh..?
~ Bedroom door slams~
Zidane: …what's her problem…?
Marcus: DUH! Your little…girl situation…
Zidane: ahh shit…* rubs his hand through his hair* I feel really bad about that…
~ inside Zidane's room~
Britt: (he sounded kinda sad…maybe I should go out there…) * steps out, but nobody hears her*
Britt: uh, I'm hungry…can I get something to eat?
Zidane: Hey Britt…sorry…* watching her walk by*
Britt: yeah…
Marcus: …Zidane…
Zidane: * watching*
Marcus: ZIDANE
Zidane: *watching*
Britt: do ya have anything yummy in the cabinet…?
Zidane: me…
Britt: WHAT?!
Zidane: I'm just joking…
Marcus: Let's hook up a generator…
Zidane: My room…
Britt: uh…
Zidane: I won't watch TV…
Britt: okay
Blank: PAAA! THE CHICKENS ARE DROWNING!!! * lays down and closes his eyes*
Zidane: what the hell…?
Britt: uh…I think he is dead…
Zidane: PAR-TAY!
Marcus: oh well. * throws him out the window*
????:EEEKKK!!!
Zidane: that was a chick…5 ft. 6.5 in.
Britt: how in the piffle do you know this stuff…?
Zidane: well…:rubs back of head:
~BAM BAM BAM~
Zidane: I'll get the door, knowing me, it's probably a hot chick, waiting for me…*steps outside and closes the door* what are YOU doing here…
???: Hi Zidane! Long time no see!
Zidane: * outside* Uh…who are you …
Marcus: Britt…go outside and ask Zidane for a generator…
Britt: Okay
Britt: * walks out*
???: * talking to Zidane, then sees britt* WHO ARE YOU?!
Britt: uh…just a friend…
Zidane: ( just a friend…?)
Britt: hey Zidane, we need that generator…
Britt: uh…
???: EXCUSE ME ZIDANE!
Zidane: uhhh…I meant…
???: C'mon Zidane, go over to my house!
Zidane: * smirk*
Britt: we need that generator
???: you are quite rude.
Britt: * whispers in Zidane's ear* since when do you like proper girls?
Zidane: in bed…she's different
Britt: I knew there was a catch…
Britt: uh, nice seeing you…uh…
???: Roxanne
Britt: ( figures…) uh.. : smiles:
Zidane: * mouths* see you tonight
Britt: ( uh…did he mean he was going out…?)
Zidane: *mouths* in bed…
Britt: * mouths and turns away* oh wow…
~inside~
Marcus: is he coming…?
Britt: yup
Cinna: oooooh….
Britt: uh…ha…ha…*Clears throat * when are the lights gonna come back on??
Cinna: um, what do I look like…? A damn phsycic freak?
Britt: Sure do….
Marcus: * laughs*
Britt: where are all the other guys?
Cinna: wouldn't you like to know?
Marcus: god…what is taking Zidane so long…?
Britt: I really don't wanna know…
Cinna: oh you will tonight…
Britt: Eh?
~ door opens~
Zidane: * walks back in*
Cinna: Who was that…?
Zidane: OH some chick that never forgot me…
Britt: * rolls eyes*
Zidane: hey…where should we hook up the gener- - -
~BAM BAM BAM~
Zidane: not again…
Britt: do you want me to get it…?
Zidane: uh…sure
Britt: * walks over to door and opens it*
Jamie: Hi!
Britt: hey…
Julie: Does Zidane live here?
Jennifer: Yeah, we REALLY wanna see him.
Britt: uh hold on…
Britt: Zidane…?
Zidane: * stops talking to Marcus* yeah?
Britt: three girls wanna see you.
Zidane: hell yeah…
Britt: geez…
Zidane: * walks by britt and squeezes her butt*
Britt: O.O
Zidane: get used to it….
Julie: OMG! It's Zidane!
Zidane: wh---
Jennifer: OMG! ZIDANE I LOVE YOU!
Zidane: but –
Jamie: Oh man! I can't believe I am talking to you!
Zidane: Who the hell are you guys…?
Jamie: We are HOT chicks!
Zidane: you are?
Julie: like, duh!
Zidane: ( help..)
Zidane: Uh… I gotta turn around for a sec…
Jennifer: Sure!
Zidane: * mouths* help…
Britt: I got this…
Marcus: good luck…
Zidane: Uh…yeah…I gotta take a shower…
Julie: That's okay! We'll watch him!
Jamie: Yeah! I'm sure he wont mind!
Jennifer: yeah! * snort* he'll…hah…hah…LIKE IT!!!
All3girls: hHAHhahahhAHAHAH*snort * HAHAH…LIKE IT!
Zidane: * looks at Britt*
Britt: * looks at Zidane*
All3girls: hHAHhahahhAHAHAH*snort * HAHAH
Britt: what?
Zidane: * slams door on them*
Britt: have you really never seen them before…?
Zidane: well…uh, I get drunk sometimes…
Britt: oh god…
Zidane: yes?
Britt: huh…?
Zidane: just add sex in front of it, and that's my name!
Britt: Sexit?
Zidane: never mind…
Britt: oh…I gettit.
Zidane: Lets watch 576…
Britt: * grabs his shoulders* hell no…
Zidane: why not? * grins*
Britt: Uh… I'm gonna sleep on the couch…
Cinna: too bad…I'm there…
Britt: Floor?
Zidane: Look, unless you want to get mauled by about 15 guys tonight, don't sleep on the floor; that's where they're sleeping.
Britt: So, I'm stuck with you…
Zidane: yep.
Zidane: Hey, getting mauled by 1 guy is better than 15!
Cinna: ( I hope nobody here is gay…)
Marcus: ( where is that damn generator?)
Marcus: ZIDANE! Get me the generator!
Zidane: go get it yourself…
Britt: hey, I left something outside, I'm gonna go get it…* goes outside*
Zidane: wait…I'll get it…
Zidane: when I come back with my hair messed up, ya'll all know why…*goes outside*
Marcus: man, he's so full of himself…
Cinna: he should be…he's the 'sexit'!
Britt: *pops her head through the door* I heard that…
Cinna: lets hope so…
Marcus: shut up Cinna
~outside is a semi-big backyard, with a white fence going around it~
Zidane: heeey!
Britt: * turns around* hi…
Britt: have you seen a piece of paper or something…? Cuz when I first got here I dropped it outside…
Zidane: what does it have on it?
Britt: my BF's phone number…
Zidane: hell no…
Britt: what…?
Zidane: you have a boyfriend???
Britt: * smacks head* no! a BEST FRIEND! I forgot her number cuz she just changed it…well actually she moved…
Zidane: OH! If it has a chicks number on it, I'm looking!
Britt: Zidane…she kinda has a purple haired boyfriend…
Zidane: WHAT THE TRUCK??!
Britt: uh…and it's the girl that talked to you at my house…
Zidane: hey…uh, its kinda getting cold out here…
Britt: * pouts face*
Zidane: dammit…
Britt: lemme get a flash light… * goes inside*
Zidane: * walking toward the edge of the fence, when all of a sudden he looks over it* oh…oh hell no…* backs away
A/N: what is it that Zidane is so scared about? Could it be a big mob of gurls with torches demanding Zidane? Naaaaaaa….
~meanwhile~
Zidane: bitch! Get off me!
JoLane: but…I need you….
Zidane: dammit cant you take a damn hint?! *gets up*
JoLane: uh…uh c'mon Zidane…* Stands up, rubs her hand through his hair*
Zidane: dammit! Get away from me! * starts to walk away*
JoLane: ZIDANE! COME BACK!!
~Back at the Dorm~
Britt: …..that's all…* gets done telling the story.*
Marcus: damn…
Blank: ……
Cinna: Like I said, what's new…? * starts to rain outside*
Britt: you guys aren't helping…
Marcus: Listen Britt…* sits next to her*
Britt: * moves away from her…er, him* ( it's raining really hard…)
Marcus: We're talking about Zidane Tribal here…you know him, how he screws any girl he sees…You knew he was going to do this to you in the first place.
Britt: yeah…but---( wonder if Zidane's okay…WAIT! I SHOULDN'T CARE!)
Marcus: Its just the way he is…I mean, if he saw a 'hot' tree or something…wait, never mind…
Britt: yeah…I mean, he's not THAT obsessed….well…wait…
Cinna: I'm hungry---
~BAM!~
Zidane: * walks in* darn…the lights are still out…
Britt: I'll be asleep, thank you
Zidane: huh..?
~ Bedroom door slams~
Zidane: …what's her problem…?
Marcus: DUH! Your little…girl situation…
Zidane: ahh shit…* rubs his hand through his hair* I feel really bad about that…
~ inside Zidane's room~
Britt: (he sounded kinda sad…maybe I should go out there…) * steps out, but nobody hears her*
Britt: uh, I'm hungry…can I get something to eat?
Zidane: Hey Britt…sorry…* watching her walk by*
Britt: yeah…
Marcus: …Zidane…
Zidane: * watching*
Marcus: ZIDANE
Zidane: *watching*
Britt: do ya have anything yummy in the cabinet…?
Zidane: me…
Britt: WHAT?!
Zidane: I'm just joking…
Marcus: Let's hook up a generator…
Zidane: My room…
Britt: uh…
Zidane: I won't watch TV…
Britt: okay
Blank: PAAA! THE CHICKENS ARE DROWNING!!! * lays down and closes his eyes*
Zidane: what the hell…?
Britt: uh…I think he is dead…
Zidane: PAR-TAY!
Marcus: oh well. * throws him out the window*
????:EEEKKK!!!
Zidane: that was a chick…5 ft. 6.5 in.
Britt: how in the piffle do you know this stuff…?
Zidane: well…:rubs back of head:
~BAM BAM BAM~
Zidane: I'll get the door, knowing me, it's probably a hot chick, waiting for me…*steps outside and closes the door* what are YOU doing here…
???: Hi Zidane! Long time no see!
Zidane: * outside* Uh…who are you …
Marcus: Britt…go outside and ask Zidane for a generator…
Britt: Okay
Britt: * walks out*
???: * talking to Zidane, then sees britt* WHO ARE YOU?!
Britt: uh…just a friend…
Zidane: ( just a friend…?)
Britt: hey Zidane, we need that generator…
Britt: uh…
???: EXCUSE ME ZIDANE!
Zidane: uhhh…I meant…
???: C'mon Zidane, go over to my house!
Zidane: * smirk*
Britt: we need that generator
???: you are quite rude.
Britt: * whispers in Zidane's ear* since when do you like proper girls?
Zidane: in bed…she's different
Britt: I knew there was a catch…
Britt: uh, nice seeing you…uh…
???: Roxanne
Britt: ( figures…) uh.. : smiles:
Zidane: * mouths* see you tonight
Britt: ( uh…did he mean he was going out…?)
Zidane: *mouths* in bed…
Britt: * mouths and turns away* oh wow…
~inside~
Marcus: is he coming…?
Britt: yup
Cinna: oooooh….
Britt: uh…ha…ha…*Clears throat * when are the lights gonna come back on??
Cinna: um, what do I look like…? A damn phsycic freak?
Britt: Sure do….
Marcus: * laughs*
Britt: where are all the other guys?
Cinna: wouldn't you like to know?
Marcus: god…what is taking Zidane so long…?
Britt: I really don't wanna know…
Cinna: oh you will tonight…
Britt: Eh?
~ door opens~
Zidane: * walks back in*
Cinna: Who was that…?
Zidane: OH some chick that never forgot me…
Britt: * rolls eyes*
Zidane: hey…where should we hook up the gener- - -
~BAM BAM BAM~
Zidane: not again…
Britt: do you want me to get it…?
Zidane: uh…sure
Britt: * walks over to door and opens it*
Jamie: Hi!
Britt: hey…
Julie: Does Zidane live here?
Jennifer: Yeah, we REALLY wanna see him.
Britt: uh hold on…
Britt: Zidane…?
Zidane: * stops talking to Marcus* yeah?
Britt: three girls wanna see you.
Zidane: hell yeah…
Britt: geez…
Zidane: * walks by britt and squeezes her butt*
Britt: O.O
Zidane: get used to it….
Julie: OMG! It's Zidane!
Zidane: wh---
Jennifer: OMG! ZIDANE I LOVE YOU!
Zidane: but –
Jamie: Oh man! I can't believe I am talking to you!
Zidane: Who the hell are you guys…?
Jamie: We are HOT chicks!
Zidane: you are?
Julie: like, duh!
Zidane: ( help..)
Zidane: Uh… I gotta turn around for a sec…
Jennifer: Sure!
Zidane: * mouths* help…
Britt: I got this…
Marcus: good luck…
Zidane: Uh…yeah…I gotta take a shower…
Julie: That's okay! We'll watch him!
Jamie: Yeah! I'm sure he wont mind!
Jennifer: yeah! * snort* he'll…hah…hah…LIKE IT!!!
All3girls: hHAHhahahhAHAHAH*snort * HAHAH…LIKE IT!
Zidane: * looks at Britt*
Britt: * looks at Zidane*
All3girls: hHAHhahahhAHAHAH*snort * HAHAH
Britt: what?
Zidane: * slams door on them*
Britt: have you really never seen them before…?
Zidane: well…uh, I get drunk sometimes…
Britt: oh god…
Zidane: yes?
Britt: huh…?
Zidane: just add sex in front of it, and that's my name!
Britt: Sexit?
Zidane: never mind…
Britt: oh…I gettit.
Zidane: Lets watch 576…
Britt: * grabs his shoulders* hell no…
Zidane: why not? * grins*
Britt: Uh… I'm gonna sleep on the couch…
Cinna: too bad…I'm there…
Britt: Floor?
Zidane: Look, unless you want to get mauled by about 15 guys tonight, don't sleep on the floor; that's where they're sleeping.
Britt: So, I'm stuck with you…
Zidane: yep.
Zidane: Hey, getting mauled by 1 guy is better than 15!
Cinna: ( I hope nobody here is gay…)
Marcus: ( where is that damn generator?)
Marcus: ZIDANE! Get me the generator!
Zidane: go get it yourself…
Britt: hey, I left something outside, I'm gonna go get it…* goes outside*
Zidane: wait…I'll get it…
Zidane: when I come back with my hair messed up, ya'll all know why…*goes outside*
Marcus: man, he's so full of himself…
Cinna: he should be…he's the 'sexit'!
Britt: *pops her head through the door* I heard that…
Cinna: lets hope so…
Marcus: shut up Cinna
~outside is a semi-big backyard, with a white fence going around it~
Zidane: heeey!
Britt: * turns around* hi…
Britt: have you seen a piece of paper or something…? Cuz when I first got here I dropped it outside…
Zidane: what does it have on it?
Britt: my BF's phone number…
Zidane: hell no…
Britt: what…?
Zidane: you have a boyfriend???
Britt: * smacks head* no! a BEST FRIEND! I forgot her number cuz she just changed it…well actually she moved…
Zidane: OH! If it has a chicks number on it, I'm looking!
Britt: Zidane…she kinda has a purple haired boyfriend…
Zidane: WHAT THE TRUCK??!
Britt: uh…and it's the girl that talked to you at my house…
Zidane: hey…uh, its kinda getting cold out here…
Britt: * pouts face*
Zidane: dammit…
Britt: lemme get a flash light… * goes inside*
Zidane: * walking toward the edge of the fence, when all of a sudden he looks over it* oh…oh hell no…* backs away
A/N: what is it that Zidane is so scared about? Could it be a big mob of gurls with torches demanding Zidane? Naaaaaaa….