A/N: Okay…again…I'm gonna say I know that Mista Tribal ( yeah…I think he would like that name…^^;;;) Doesn't act like this…I just like to pretend he does! I cant wait to post other chapters…I cant say why…but, uh…that's all I can say! Please Review! Thanks to Okonomiyaki and every one else that reviewed!

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Britt: hey guys, where's the flashlight…?

Cinna: over there

Britt: I said GUYS

Cinna: bitch…

Marcus: in the kitchen…

Britt: god Cinny I was just playi---

Zidane: * outside* AAAAHHHHHH!!!!

All: what the…?

All: * starts to walk outside, but Zidane nearly runs over them.*

Zidane: * landed on Britt* oh hey…

Britt: um…hi…

Zidane: see this is how its gonna be later…

Britt: ow…

Zidane: no, you wont be saying that…

Britt: Zidane, your tail is cutting of my circulation in my thigh…

Zidane: * looks back* Oh…heh heh…woops…

Cinna: * grabs Zidane and pulls him up*

Zidane: h-h-HEY!

Marcus: whats wrong with you?

Zidane: Theres about uh…30 chicks outside…and I don't even know who they are…

Britt: …what…? It's 11:30, the lights are out…and there---

Girls: * chanting* BRING OUT ZIDANE! BRING OUT ZIDANE!

Zidane: damn…I hate being popular

Marcus: get over yourself!

Zidane: If I were a chick, I would…* looks over to Britt*

Britt: oh no…

Zidane: * walks over to her*

Britt: AHHHH!!! * runs around the house*

Zidane: playing hard to get…? * chases after her*

Britt: * runs outside in the backyard*

Zidane: * follows*

Britt: …wait Zidane…! Don't come out here…!!

Zidane: *stops running* why…?

Girls: ITS ZIDANE!!!! * starts waving torches*

Zidane: um…

Girls: ZIDANE! COME HERE!

Britt: have fun…* goes inside*

Zidane: Britt! Come back!

Britt: they'll kill me!

Zidane: NO!

Girls: Zidane! We all want you!

Zidane: uh…*scratches butt* ALL of you…

Marcus: * coming outside* what is all that…* mouth drops* …noise..?

Girls: OMG! Its MARCUS! MARCUS! WE LOVE YOU!

Marcus: uh…

Cinna: * steps outside*

One girl: OMG! ITS CINNA!

One girl: wait…I thought Cinna was hot…!

Zidane: hahaha…DISS

Cinna: dammit…

Britt: hey…I have an idea…

Zidane: What?

Britt: how bout we give all these girls one of the guys in your house…you'll get rid of them…

Zidane: okay…Marcus, Cinna…get all of the guys to come out here…say something good is out here…

Cinna: WHAT?

Marcus: C'mon! * leaves*

Cinna: dammit…

Britt: C'mon Cinny…

Cinna: don't call me that…

Zidane: fat ass! Go inside!

Cinna: *wobbles inside*

~inside~

Marcus: HEY EVERYONE!!

Jason: wha---the powers still out…?

Jacob: what marcus? * everyone is listening*

Cinna: Britt is outside!

Jacob: so…

Cinna: uh…taking a shower with the hose!!

* ALL OF THE GUYS GO OUTSIDE*

All: No she isn't!

Cinna: oh no…but uh…

Marcus: see all of those ugly…er… I mean HOT chicks…?

All: sorta…

Cinna: they all want you!

All: HELL YEAH! * they all run into the huge crowd of ugly…er…HOT chicks*

Zidane: Lets split!

Britt: * already inside* damn, I wanna watch TV…

Zidane: * walks inside, and closes the door on Cinna and Marcus*

Zidane: * talking through glass door* come in here, and you hafta stay in the basement…*grins*

Marcus:*pounding on the sliding glass door* DAMMIT! LET US IN!

Zidane: you hafta stay in the basement…

Cinna: SO WHAT?!

Zidane: * opens door*

Marcus: ha! We aint going in there…!

Zidane: Don't make me trance you guys…

Britt: yeah please don't…

Zidane: hey…your supposed to like that…

Britt: uh, I am…?

Zidane: you will…

Britt: eh?

Marcus and Cinna: FINE!

Zidane: yes?

Marcus: Zidane…

Zidane: what?

Cinna: we hate you…

Zidane: goooood!

Britt: I'm confused…

Marcus: don't worry, tonight he will fill you in…

Britt: what…?!

Zidane: heh heh…

Britt: ZIDANE!

Zidane:..ha…sorry.

Britt: uh… hey I know…since Cinna aint gonna be here, and all the guys are gone, lemme sleep on the couch

Zidane: c'mon…

Britt: uh…

Zidane: you are way too hard…

Britt: so, just cuz I don't screw any guy I see doesn't mean I'm hard…

Britt: it means I'm SMART!

Zidane: did you just call me dumb…?

Britt: no…

Marcus: huh?

Zidane: good night my fellow frolicking friends…

Marcus and Cinna: we hate you Zidane…be careful Britt…* goes down into basement*

Zidane: ( yeah with the power out…) Let's watch TV in my room…

Britt: Zidane! I'm strait…

Zidane: yeah so?

Britt: I don't wanna watch channel 576…

Zidane: okay…uh…I have another channel?

Britt: what one..?

Zidane: HBO

Britt: oh and that's a lot better…but they have some good shows…so okay

Zidane: * rubs hand through his hair* Where's the generator…?

Britt: How in the piffle should I know?

Zidane: Piffle? Is that some version of badmitten?

Britt: * puts her hand on his shoulder* your pathetic…

Zidane: oh no I'm not…

Britt: I'm not talking about in bed…

Zidane: oh

Britt: don't you have anything else on your mind…?

Zidane: not really…( well, the number 576…)

Britt: ( that's what I thought…)

Zidane: wait in my room, I hafta go get the generator. * leaves*

Britt: ( I think I should snoop a little…) * picks up a flashlight and opens a dresser drawer* ( ok lets see…STRAWBERRY?! Oh gross…) * keeps rummaging* ( hmm… ' 120 new ways to make her scream' No wonder people say he is good…EWWW!! " the best damn movie to get you and her going." Oh gross..) turns off flashlight.

Britt: * climbs into bed* ( thank god its King Size…)

Zidane: hey britt! I got everything! * comes in carrying huge generator, when all of a sudden, the power went back on* dammit…

Britt: uh, don't you hook the cord up to it then plug it in here, and leave the generator outside…?

Zidane: um…

Britt: what? I thoughts that what you did…

Zidane: ( shes in MY bed…Shes gonna be sleeping with ME…she's gonna be scre- -) uh…yeah, probably…

Britt: *yawn* oh…

Zidane: okay lets watch TV * lands on his back on the bed*

Britt: Ow…

Zidane: what…?

Britt: that hurt…

Zidane: What hurt?

Britt: when you jumped on the bed, the bed kinda bounced, and it hurt my back…

Zidane: get used to it…its gonna be moving pretty soon…

Britt: You have a lot of confidence

Zidane: why do you say that?

Britt: cuz you just assume your gonna be sleeping with me….

Zidane: It's screwing….

Britt: Whatever…

Zidane: * flips the TV on*

TV: Ohhhh..ohh…

Zidane: @. @

Britt: ZIDANE!!!

Zidane: ……

Britt: * snags controller out of his hands*

Britt: god…* changes channel*

Zidane: yeah?

Britt: never mind…

Britt: what other channels do you have beside HBO?

Zidane: The bed channel ( shit that was so damn corny…)

Britt: what's that…?

Zidane: gimme the remote

Britt: * hands the remote to Zidane*

Zidane: * turns it off*

Britt: uh…

Zidane: * scoots closer*

Britt: um…

Zidane: * puts his arm around her neck* Britt…

Britt: ( oh crap…) what…?

Zidane: …usually around this time, I have a chick screwing me right now…

Britt: * scoots away* um…yeah?

Zidane: SO I NEED SOMEONE!! Waaaah…!

Britt: oh wow…

Zidane: just jokin…but uh, if you really don't wanna get trucked…I think I should go into the living room…cuz…

Britt: OMG Zidane! USE WILL POWER!!!!!

Zidane: I have will power! But not with things like this…

Britt: okay, I'll just go on the couch.

Zidane: NO!

Britt: eh?

Zidane: you will be my test! I will NOT truck you! WILL NOT!!

Britt: test…that doesn't sound good…I mean, you know you can fail tests…?

Zidane: pleaasseee?

Britt: finnneee

Zidane: yes?

Britt: UGH * turns over*

Zidane: ahh…( man, just cuz there is a chick in a KING size bed with you at midnight, doesn't mean you hafta…) dammit!

Britt: what…?

Zidane: I NEED TO SCREW SOMEONE!

Britt: FINE Zidane!

Zidane: ( did she just say yes…?)

Britt: hold on…* gets out of bed*

Zidane: gonna slip into something more comfortable?

Britt: Actually, yeah.



OOH! WHAT DOES BRITT HAVE IN MIND?! WILL ZIDANE GET WHAT HE WANTS? OR…IS SHE GOING TO FIND SOMEONE…OR SOMETHING FOR HIM!