Okay, so I, uh, decided to continue, because it's really fun writing pretend conversations. *blank stares from audience* Okay then! Well, here it is. The thing is pretty self-explanatory. Hmm…maybe I'll make this a series of random conversations between Mark and Roger...What do you guys think? *smiles prettily and hopes for reviews*
DISCLAIMER: Right. I completely forgot all about this thing. Don't own 'em; never have never will. It makes me sad. On with the show! Er…story.
"Roger!"
"Uhh...wha happen'd..."
"Geeze, you fell asleep. Again."
"Don't sound so condescending. It's only happened twice."
"Today."
"Hmm?"
"Twice *today*."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"When else?"
"Bio."
"Crap."
"Yep."
"So, um, Mark. My dear, sweet, friend Mark…"
"I'm not letting you copy my notes."
"Damn you."
"Why do you keep falling asleep anyway? It's not like you're sleep deprived or anything. When I called last night at nine your mom said you were passed out on your bed or something, and you got to school late yesterday because you didn't wake up until eight forty five!"
"Mark, Rule #1 of the school year is that we're always supposed to be tired. Always."
"...This is backwards."
"Huh?"
"I know the rules of summer, and you know the rules of the school year. Did we switch bodies or something?"
"We'll test it. Do you know what's under my bed?"
"Roger, of course I do. I'm your best friend."
"Then what is it?"
"Don't smirk at me like I'm never gonna get it. George is under there."
"G-George?"
"Yeah, you know, your teddy—"
"SHH! No one can know about that!"
"Know about *what*, Roge?"
"Now who's smirking? You know what I'm talking about. And if you tell anyone, I will do something mean and nasty to you. I know where you live."
"Wow. Intimidating."
"Shut up."
"Make me."
"Well, I would, but we're kind of in the middle of French..."
"Oh. Yeah. Good thing we're in the back of the class."
"Yeah. I can't believe the teacher hasn't noticed us yet."
"Weird."
"I don't think she speaks English."
"Idiot. You have to be able to speak English to work in the U.S."
"Not necessarily. Look at the cab drivers in the city."
"Good point."
"My first ever."
"Probably your last."
"Don't ruin my proudest moment."
"I thought your proudest moment was when you nailed Shelly behind the bleachers?"
"This tops that."
"I fail to understand your logic, but whatever you say."
"Hmm."
"Hmm...Is it just me, or does Madame sound disturbingly like that teacher from Charlie Brown?"
"It's not just you."
"That's comforting."
"Wua wua wua wua wua."
"That's a pretty good impression!"
"You need to laugh more."
"Huh?"
"Your face lights up when you laugh. It's cool."
"Oh."
"Heh."
"You did that just so that I would turn red."
"Uh huh!"
"You're mean."
"Admit it. You wouldn't like me any other way."
"I'll admit that when you admit you're bi."
"Okay. I'm bi. I'll prove that to you after school."
"Then I like you just the way you are."
"Just the way you are..."
"Stop singing and shut up."
"I told you, I will after school!"
"Which is...now, actually."
**RING**
"Yay."
"Yay."