Author's Note: Blah, Sorry this is late, but I got the flu and it's hard to
write when you can only keep water down. Besides, Chris thought I'd throw
up on the computer. Here's part two, Warren and Paige!
Warren sighed, looking around his new apartment. It was quite large, no doubt, he had just wanted to move away so he could have some alone time and be nearby. Paige was coming over soon because he'd been a bit depressed and lonely at the new place. Actually it was an act to GET Paige to come over
and it worked pretty easily.
"I was feelin' pretty down
'Till my girlfriend came around
We're just so alike in every way
I gotta say"
He heard the doorbell ring, and ran off to get it. Paige stood there in a brand new yellow dress, smiling at him. "Heya Warren!" He smiled back, but not as wide as she had. "Hello Paige." Warren led her to the couch and they sat, talking for a moment about how their relationship had been and how far
she thought it might go.
"In fact, I just thought I might
Pop the question there that night
I was kissing her so tenderly
But woe is me"
As they started making out, Warren saw something on her thigh and shifted her pant waist a bit to see what it was. He gasped and backed away. "N-No!
That can't happen!" Paige tilted her head lightly. "What is it, Warren? What's wrong?" He wanted to tell her, but he didn't know what to make of this all yet. He needed a sign to tell him what he should do! The wedding
ring box fell out of his pocket then.
"Who would have guessed
Her family crest
I'd suddenly spy
Tattooed on her thigh
and son-of-a-gun
it's just like the one on me"
Staring at the box, he thought it over and over, as Paige thought he was going insane. Taking a deep breath, he continued to think. She got offended and went to get her jacket. "Wait! Paige! Don't go, not now anyway. I might have something to ask you" She raised an eyebrow. "Might, Warren? Sometimes
might just isn't good enough."
"Tell me
how was I supposed to know we were both related?
Believe me, if I knew she was my cousin we never would have dated
what to do now? Should I go ahead and propose
and get hitched and have kids with eleven toes
and move to Alabama where that kind of thing is tolerated?
No no no no no no no
No no no no no no no
No no no no no"
Warren reached for the box and thrust it into her hands. "Will you marry
me?" Startled, Paige just stared at him for a moment. "Oh, Warren! Of course I won't! HA! This is a set-up, loser! I knew we were related! I just
really hated you!" She danced around, making up a song about how much a
loser he was to really believe she liked him.
Author's Note: Okay, they're not really family; I just really hate Warren,
that's all. Stupid rich bastard won't loan me any money!
up on the computer. Here's part two, Warren and Paige!
Warren sighed, looking around his new apartment. It was quite large, no doubt, he had just wanted to move away so he could have some alone time and be nearby. Paige was coming over soon because he'd been a bit depressed and lonely at the new place. Actually it was an act to GET Paige to come over
and it worked pretty easily.
"I was feelin' pretty down
'Till my girlfriend came around
We're just so alike in every way
I gotta say"
He heard the doorbell ring, and ran off to get it. Paige stood there in a brand new yellow dress, smiling at him. "Heya Warren!" He smiled back, but not as wide as she had. "Hello Paige." Warren led her to the couch and they sat, talking for a moment about how their relationship had been and how far
she thought it might go.
"In fact, I just thought I might
Pop the question there that night
I was kissing her so tenderly
But woe is me"
As they started making out, Warren saw something on her thigh and shifted her pant waist a bit to see what it was. He gasped and backed away. "N-No!
That can't happen!" Paige tilted her head lightly. "What is it, Warren? What's wrong?" He wanted to tell her, but he didn't know what to make of this all yet. He needed a sign to tell him what he should do! The wedding
ring box fell out of his pocket then.
"Who would have guessed
Her family crest
I'd suddenly spy
Tattooed on her thigh
and son-of-a-gun
it's just like the one on me"
Staring at the box, he thought it over and over, as Paige thought he was going insane. Taking a deep breath, he continued to think. She got offended and went to get her jacket. "Wait! Paige! Don't go, not now anyway. I might have something to ask you" She raised an eyebrow. "Might, Warren? Sometimes
might just isn't good enough."
"Tell me
how was I supposed to know we were both related?
Believe me, if I knew she was my cousin we never would have dated
what to do now? Should I go ahead and propose
and get hitched and have kids with eleven toes
and move to Alabama where that kind of thing is tolerated?
No no no no no no no
No no no no no no no
No no no no no"
Warren reached for the box and thrust it into her hands. "Will you marry
me?" Startled, Paige just stared at him for a moment. "Oh, Warren! Of course I won't! HA! This is a set-up, loser! I knew we were related! I just
really hated you!" She danced around, making up a song about how much a
loser he was to really believe she liked him.
Author's Note: Okay, they're not really family; I just really hate Warren,
that's all. Stupid rich bastard won't loan me any money!