FRIEND
TROUBLE
NOTE: I do not own any of these characters. They belong to the WB and only the WB. But I do own Leslie and anyone you don't recognize.
Summary: Connor and Leslie blow up at each other.
CHAPTER 22
That Wednesday at school Connor, Clifton, some players from the hockey team, and a bunch of cheerleaders (no Leslie) were talking in the halls.
"We saw you guys at practice," said the head cheerleader. "You guys are just getting better and better."
"I was only noticing one guy," said Val (a cheerleader). "Connor, your reflexes are totally out of this world. You're pretty cool."
"Thanks, Val," replied Connor.
Val said this as Leslie walked up, "You know, Connor. I was wondering if maybe you're not doing anything this Saturday. My parents are having this holiday open house and I was wondering you'd personally go with me."
"That sounds great," said Connor.
"Go, Connor," cheered Clifton.
"What's going on?" asked Leslie.
"Leslie, hey," said Connor, as if nothing had happened.
"Hey?" said Leslie angrily. She didn't say anything. The beautiful girl just headed away.
"Leslie, wait up," said Connor, catching up with her. "What's the deal?"
"What's the deal? Since when do you talk like that?"
"Leslie, why are you acting so-"
"Shut up, Connor! Don't talk to me." She marched away with that.
Connor spent the rest of the day trying to talk to his upset friend. Leslie stomped in and slammed the hotel doors before Connor could get in.
"Hold on," said Lorne, over the phone. He turned to Leslie. "Sweet cakes, do you mind? I'm taking a call here. No one else is around."
"Sorry, Lorne," Leslie muttered.
Connor walked in then. "Leslie, we have to talk."
"I don't have anything to say to you," Leslie retorted.
"Uh, call you right back," said Lorne. He hung up the phone. "What's wrong, kids?"
"Ask her," Connor replied.
"He doesn't have to ask me anything," said Leslie.
"Leslie, what is your problem?"
"Gee, Connor, you actually noticed I had a problem. That's a big surprise. I thought you were too caught up in your new found popularity."
"So it's okay for you to be popular but not me?"
"Kids, calm down," said Lorne.
"Connor, if you weren't on the hockey team then that girl would just walk right by you."
"So that's your problem? Val?"
"Who's Val?" asked Lorne.
"Connor's new woman," said Leslie.
"It's just a date," said Connor.
"Oh, please."
"What are you? Are you jealous?"
"That's a laugh. I'm jealous of a mutated birth freak like you."
"Shut up!"
"You, shut up!"
"Knock it off," Lorne interjected. "Right now!"
"I'm done," said Leslie. She stomped up the stairs.
TROUBLE
NOTE: I do not own any of these characters. They belong to the WB and only the WB. But I do own Leslie and anyone you don't recognize.
Summary: Connor and Leslie blow up at each other.
CHAPTER 22
That Wednesday at school Connor, Clifton, some players from the hockey team, and a bunch of cheerleaders (no Leslie) were talking in the halls.
"We saw you guys at practice," said the head cheerleader. "You guys are just getting better and better."
"I was only noticing one guy," said Val (a cheerleader). "Connor, your reflexes are totally out of this world. You're pretty cool."
"Thanks, Val," replied Connor.
Val said this as Leslie walked up, "You know, Connor. I was wondering if maybe you're not doing anything this Saturday. My parents are having this holiday open house and I was wondering you'd personally go with me."
"That sounds great," said Connor.
"Go, Connor," cheered Clifton.
"What's going on?" asked Leslie.
"Leslie, hey," said Connor, as if nothing had happened.
"Hey?" said Leslie angrily. She didn't say anything. The beautiful girl just headed away.
"Leslie, wait up," said Connor, catching up with her. "What's the deal?"
"What's the deal? Since when do you talk like that?"
"Leslie, why are you acting so-"
"Shut up, Connor! Don't talk to me." She marched away with that.
Connor spent the rest of the day trying to talk to his upset friend. Leslie stomped in and slammed the hotel doors before Connor could get in.
"Hold on," said Lorne, over the phone. He turned to Leslie. "Sweet cakes, do you mind? I'm taking a call here. No one else is around."
"Sorry, Lorne," Leslie muttered.
Connor walked in then. "Leslie, we have to talk."
"I don't have anything to say to you," Leslie retorted.
"Uh, call you right back," said Lorne. He hung up the phone. "What's wrong, kids?"
"Ask her," Connor replied.
"He doesn't have to ask me anything," said Leslie.
"Leslie, what is your problem?"
"Gee, Connor, you actually noticed I had a problem. That's a big surprise. I thought you were too caught up in your new found popularity."
"So it's okay for you to be popular but not me?"
"Kids, calm down," said Lorne.
"Connor, if you weren't on the hockey team then that girl would just walk right by you."
"So that's your problem? Val?"
"Who's Val?" asked Lorne.
"Connor's new woman," said Leslie.
"It's just a date," said Connor.
"Oh, please."
"What are you? Are you jealous?"
"That's a laugh. I'm jealous of a mutated birth freak like you."
"Shut up!"
"You, shut up!"
"Knock it off," Lorne interjected. "Right now!"
"I'm done," said Leslie. She stomped up the stairs.