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Chapter 12: Romo, O Romo!
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Chloe groaned as her eyes fluttered upen, blinking in the darkness of her
room. Ignoring her body's protests, she slowly sat up on the bed, casting a
quick glance at her clock. What the hell could've awoken her at 4:13 in the
morning? Sighing, she rubbed her temples, remembering the amazing dream she'd
been having. Oh god, it was almost as if she could still feel Lex's teasing
lips on hers, still feel the muscles rippling beneath her fingertips as she
glided her hands down the smooth surface of his godly back-
*TOK*
The small noise brought her back to reality and a small frown settled on
her features as she climbed out of bed, dragging herself over to the window to peek
through the curtains. A whole damn army could've been standing at her front
door, and she wouldn't have been any more surprised!
"Jarod?"
The jock, who was about to throw another stone, looked up to see a sleepy
blonde staring down at him, shock written all over her face. "Sloe!" he
exclaimed in triumph as she opened her window, stretching his arms out towards
her, looking like an even bigger idiot.
"Jarod, what the hell are you doing here at this hour?" she hissed, and
the smile he flashed her was so huge, she was afraid it was going to break his
face in two.
"Ahm he'e foh yu," he told her as if it explained everything, slurring
incredibly. Even though he couldn't see it, she rolled her eyes.
"Amazingly enough, I already knew that," she snapped sarcastically, but it
didn't look like he'd as much as heard her. Narrowing her eyes, she took in his
almost giddy appearance, unable to overlook the fact that whenever he took one
step closer to the house, it took him another three to reclaim his balance. "Are
you drunk?"
"Ah wiss'd yu."
Shooting him an incredulous look, she was about to reply when something
caught her eye, drawing her attention away from the totally pissed Jarod. Her
mouth almost dropped to the floor at what she saw. 'You have GOT to be kiddin'
me!'
From out of nowhere, a figure appeared, crawling towards Jarod while
holding an uprooted 'bush' in front of him to cover himself from being spotted.
It might've worked, too, if the 'bush' hadn't been a scrawny twig with a few
dead leaves, and it happened everyday that you saw them moving around your
front yard.
"Say i'," a third voice whispered to Jarod, who just frowned, a confused
look on his face.
"Wha?"
"Say i'." Louder this time.
Turning to the gaping Chloe, the wobbly jock muttered a quick "Scuse me"
before diving behind the 'bush', obviously unaware that he was still in plain
sight.
"Say wha we bin prasutin," the figure hissed, still loud enough for the
stunned blonde to hear. Finally seeming to realize what the other guy was
trying to tell him, Jarod started nodding vigorously, his head still bouncing
as he attempted to get to his feet again. After a few tries, he managed and
brushed some dirt off his jeans, only achieving in making it worse.
Clearing his throat loudly, he began, "Romo, O Romo, whe-…whe-…." there
was a pause as he tried to remember what came next. An almost goofy smile crept
onto her face as he found it. "Whe'e arr ya, Romo- ow!"
"Wong lines!"
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"Wong lines!" When the figure still didn't get a response, he threw the
'bush' aside and stood up, making it easier for Chloe to make out his face and
confirm her suspicions.
"Call me bu' luv, an' Ahl be new bapsized." Whitney spoke into the night,
waving his hands around to empathize his slurred words.
'Okay,' Chloe thought, squeezing her eyes shut tightly and turning around.
'This isn't happening. I'm just having some sick and very, VERY twisted dream
where two drunk guys are standing below my window, totally trashing William
Shakespeare!' Carefully, she opened her eyes and peeked out the window again,
only to see that Jarod and Whitney were lying on the ground, busying themselves
with something that looked suspiciously like counting grass straws. "Oh god. I
knew I should've sticked with Clark and Pete!"
TBC
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