Woofums? Reviews?? I've never been so happy! Well, for my dearest Chibi
Matoko's question (actually, I've never spoken to you before, I just like
calling people dear)...it's a mystery. There's a part of me that needs to
preach what I see of romance and society and how both are crumbling. Oh my
god, that kitty is so cute!!! I must have it! Oh, she ran away. On with
the show....
Four hours later, at lunch, Tabitha's face was still a dangerous shade of crimson. The embarrassment of falling over in front of the whole class was bad enough, but having Lance, Mr. Mullet himself, hugging you! A mullet!!
Tabitha could barely eat. The scene of everything laughing at her kept echoing around in her brain. Could you possibly blush yourself to death? How many other embarrassing ways to die could she possibly come close to? Death by tampon?
Blob said something about eating. Why were his, Pietro's, and Toad's lines all so predictable. They barely had to be written down. She said no and passed him her plate. Well, Lance's lines were like that, too, but he was OOC in this fic. Now what was she thinking?
She stood her elbows on the table with her face in her hands, just watching people. There was another clique. Why were they like that? Was she like that with her friends? She hoped not.
No one is immune to it. Some just accept it.
An arm wrapped itself around her shoulders.
"Hello, darling." Lance tucked his chin into hers. Tabitha grabbed the nearest book and turned to him, beating him brutally about the head. Lance put his hands up.
"I was kidding! Kidding!" He smiled despite himself. Tabitha stalled her attack enough to put the book down. He'll die later.
"Why are you acting like...like Pietro!" This was quite the insult to Lance. Strangely, he didn't react.
"Oh, you're just so vulnerable to love." What in the hell does that mean?
"And..." His eyes were half-lidded. Seriousness passed through his face. "You look like you're noticing it too."
Sweaters in the hallway. Everything was.....
Tabitha looked up at him, her eyes widening. He smiled, looking just a little bit sad. He walked away.
"Has Lance been acting a little bit strange lately?" She asked Blob. He said no.
"So it's just around me..." Tabitha could think of a possibility for this, but she refused to accept it. Nothing could possibly ever become of her and a mullet. They don't even deserve names.
But he's Lance.
Four hours later, at lunch, Tabitha's face was still a dangerous shade of crimson. The embarrassment of falling over in front of the whole class was bad enough, but having Lance, Mr. Mullet himself, hugging you! A mullet!!
Tabitha could barely eat. The scene of everything laughing at her kept echoing around in her brain. Could you possibly blush yourself to death? How many other embarrassing ways to die could she possibly come close to? Death by tampon?
Blob said something about eating. Why were his, Pietro's, and Toad's lines all so predictable. They barely had to be written down. She said no and passed him her plate. Well, Lance's lines were like that, too, but he was OOC in this fic. Now what was she thinking?
She stood her elbows on the table with her face in her hands, just watching people. There was another clique. Why were they like that? Was she like that with her friends? She hoped not.
No one is immune to it. Some just accept it.
An arm wrapped itself around her shoulders.
"Hello, darling." Lance tucked his chin into hers. Tabitha grabbed the nearest book and turned to him, beating him brutally about the head. Lance put his hands up.
"I was kidding! Kidding!" He smiled despite himself. Tabitha stalled her attack enough to put the book down. He'll die later.
"Why are you acting like...like Pietro!" This was quite the insult to Lance. Strangely, he didn't react.
"Oh, you're just so vulnerable to love." What in the hell does that mean?
"And..." His eyes were half-lidded. Seriousness passed through his face. "You look like you're noticing it too."
Sweaters in the hallway. Everything was.....
Tabitha looked up at him, her eyes widening. He smiled, looking just a little bit sad. He walked away.
"Has Lance been acting a little bit strange lately?" She asked Blob. He said no.
"So it's just around me..." Tabitha could think of a possibility for this, but she refused to accept it. Nothing could possibly ever become of her and a mullet. They don't even deserve names.
But he's Lance.