FASH: Here's another. Wonderful chapter, I hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own it but...One day, I'll own it, oh yea.
""-speech ''-thoughts
Everyone was pretty bored, make that very bored, other than blading dishes there were no games, and even blading got tiresome after awhile.
"Denise! Want to play ce ce?" Rachel asked.
"Which one?" "All three!" "How about the just the boyfriend one?"
Rachel's eye went wide and she looked around the room frantically. "But there are guys!" "Pretend they're not there." Denise replied simply.
"Fine." Denise and Rachel connected their pinkies and started the hand clapping game. (I don't know what to call them.)
"Ce ce my boyfriend. Come out and kiss with me." They stared singing in unison. Danielle started to grin as she glanced over at Johnny and Michael. "And bring your blankets three. Incase of pregnancy." That got quite a reaction out of everyone. "Slide down my bra strap. Into my booby trap." Almost every guy began to have a flushed face. "And we'll be jolly lovers. Forever more, more, shut the door. Turn out the light and say good night." They ended by wiggling their eyebrows.
"Okay now that that's done. What to do..." Rachel wondered aloud as she trailed off, then she perked up. "I know, I'll make some cookies, load them with sugar, and force feed them to all the serious people so they can experience a sugar high!"
"Oh no you won't. You'll kill them all." Danielle said.
"No I won't! And you can't stop me!" Rachel grabbed a random person's hand, it happened to be Michael's. "Come on Michael!"
As Rachel dragged the grinning Michael into the dark kitchen Denise and Danielle stated their interesting talk.
"You know, I never thought Rachel would attract a player." Danielle stated. "I know, she seems more of the, holding hands kind of relationships." Denise replied. "Well, a boyfriend would do her some good." Danielle commented. "I know, but still, this will be one hell of a relationship." Denise said. "And you know they'll get together how?" Emily asked. "Oh, they will." Danielle started. "Even if we have to lock them in the kitchen." Denise ended.
Meanwhile in the kitchen, Michael had found icing and kept pretending he was going to pour it over Rachel's head.
"Stop that." Rachel tried to knock the icing out of his hands, only to get her own covered in the white goop. (Does anyone see where I'm going with this? *wiggles eyebrows*)
"Now I have to wash my hands. I blame this totally on you." Rachel said as she opened the swinging door with her back.
"Hey Rachel, I thought you were making cookies with Michael." Denise said tauntingly when she saw Rachel's back.
Rachel turned around. "Yea but." She brought her hands out in front of her. "Michael covered me hands in white sticky stuff."
It went all silent, everyone's dirty minds twisting Rachel's statement up, especially Michael's. 'If only.' (What? Michael is thought of as a lusty guy anyway.)
Rachel stuck one of her fingers in her mouth and licked the icing off. "Mmmmm. Yummy." She noticed the stares she was getting. "What? It's just icing." 'But I know what you were all thinking. Muwahahaha!' Rachel went off to wash her hands.
"You know what, she probably said that on purpose." Danielle said.
"Rachel? Sweet innocent Rachel?" Tyson asked.
"She's not innocent, Dani started corrupting her in grade nine." Denise commented.
"Well, I'm taking a walk." Michael said as he went in the general direction Rachel went.
Rachel was coming back from washing her hands and saw a light on in one of the rooms, she was pretty sure it was another bathroom. 'Better turn that light off.' She went in to switch it off, but stopped as soon as she opened the door.
There was Michael, soaking wet and in nothing but a towel, as much as she tried, Rachel couldn't seem to look away.
Michael thought he heard something and turned around only to see Rachel staring at him, he raised his eyebrows as she slowly started to turn scarlet and started to stutter. 'You'd think she never saw a guy before.' He thought with a grin.
"I. I. I'm. S. S. Sor. Sorry. Mi. Mich. Michael." Rachel stuttered as she backed out of the room, blushing heavily.
As she ran back to the main room where everyone was saying, Michael was thinking some interesting thoughts. 'You know, if she reacts that violently to me in a towel, how would she react to.' We'll leave his thoughts there, since this is a PG-13 fic.
FASH: Yes! I wish I could see Michael in nothing but a towel. Imagine how hot that would be. Man, that would be so hot!
Disclaimer: I don't own it but...One day, I'll own it, oh yea.
""-speech ''-thoughts
Everyone was pretty bored, make that very bored, other than blading dishes there were no games, and even blading got tiresome after awhile.
"Denise! Want to play ce ce?" Rachel asked.
"Which one?" "All three!" "How about the just the boyfriend one?"
Rachel's eye went wide and she looked around the room frantically. "But there are guys!" "Pretend they're not there." Denise replied simply.
"Fine." Denise and Rachel connected their pinkies and started the hand clapping game. (I don't know what to call them.)
"Ce ce my boyfriend. Come out and kiss with me." They stared singing in unison. Danielle started to grin as she glanced over at Johnny and Michael. "And bring your blankets three. Incase of pregnancy." That got quite a reaction out of everyone. "Slide down my bra strap. Into my booby trap." Almost every guy began to have a flushed face. "And we'll be jolly lovers. Forever more, more, shut the door. Turn out the light and say good night." They ended by wiggling their eyebrows.
"Okay now that that's done. What to do..." Rachel wondered aloud as she trailed off, then she perked up. "I know, I'll make some cookies, load them with sugar, and force feed them to all the serious people so they can experience a sugar high!"
"Oh no you won't. You'll kill them all." Danielle said.
"No I won't! And you can't stop me!" Rachel grabbed a random person's hand, it happened to be Michael's. "Come on Michael!"
As Rachel dragged the grinning Michael into the dark kitchen Denise and Danielle stated their interesting talk.
"You know, I never thought Rachel would attract a player." Danielle stated. "I know, she seems more of the, holding hands kind of relationships." Denise replied. "Well, a boyfriend would do her some good." Danielle commented. "I know, but still, this will be one hell of a relationship." Denise said. "And you know they'll get together how?" Emily asked. "Oh, they will." Danielle started. "Even if we have to lock them in the kitchen." Denise ended.
Meanwhile in the kitchen, Michael had found icing and kept pretending he was going to pour it over Rachel's head.
"Stop that." Rachel tried to knock the icing out of his hands, only to get her own covered in the white goop. (Does anyone see where I'm going with this? *wiggles eyebrows*)
"Now I have to wash my hands. I blame this totally on you." Rachel said as she opened the swinging door with her back.
"Hey Rachel, I thought you were making cookies with Michael." Denise said tauntingly when she saw Rachel's back.
Rachel turned around. "Yea but." She brought her hands out in front of her. "Michael covered me hands in white sticky stuff."
It went all silent, everyone's dirty minds twisting Rachel's statement up, especially Michael's. 'If only.' (What? Michael is thought of as a lusty guy anyway.)
Rachel stuck one of her fingers in her mouth and licked the icing off. "Mmmmm. Yummy." She noticed the stares she was getting. "What? It's just icing." 'But I know what you were all thinking. Muwahahaha!' Rachel went off to wash her hands.
"You know what, she probably said that on purpose." Danielle said.
"Rachel? Sweet innocent Rachel?" Tyson asked.
"She's not innocent, Dani started corrupting her in grade nine." Denise commented.
"Well, I'm taking a walk." Michael said as he went in the general direction Rachel went.
Rachel was coming back from washing her hands and saw a light on in one of the rooms, she was pretty sure it was another bathroom. 'Better turn that light off.' She went in to switch it off, but stopped as soon as she opened the door.
There was Michael, soaking wet and in nothing but a towel, as much as she tried, Rachel couldn't seem to look away.
Michael thought he heard something and turned around only to see Rachel staring at him, he raised his eyebrows as she slowly started to turn scarlet and started to stutter. 'You'd think she never saw a guy before.' He thought with a grin.
"I. I. I'm. S. S. Sor. Sorry. Mi. Mich. Michael." Rachel stuttered as she backed out of the room, blushing heavily.
As she ran back to the main room where everyone was saying, Michael was thinking some interesting thoughts. 'You know, if she reacts that violently to me in a towel, how would she react to.' We'll leave his thoughts there, since this is a PG-13 fic.
FASH: Yes! I wish I could see Michael in nothing but a towel. Imagine how hot that would be. Man, that would be so hot!