FASH: Thank you to all my reviewers!
Chapter 3
""- Talking ''-Thinking
English Class
"So start to write up your essays, 3 pages, double spaced, it's due next Monday, so no whining about not having enough time, you have a whole weekend. Also I want your rough copy handed in too. Any questions?" Mrs. W asked
Tyson meekly raised his hand. (Ha! Yea right, Ty's a bit OOC in this fic eh?)
"Ummm, Mrs. Wellington, I kind of wasn't here for the reading."
"Of course, how silly of me. Ozuma, could you please read over the story with Tyson and explain things to him?"
Ozuma nodded willing to do anything to converse with the blue haired angel.
"Okay, so can I see your story?" Tyson asked the dude beside him.
"Ya, here it is." Ozuma took it out and started to explain the things they had learned in class.
A while later
"Ok so I basically write how I think it should have ended using oxymorons, repetition, allusion and stuff like that?" Tyson asked with his eyes glazed over in confusion.
"Ya." Ozuma whispered, taking notice of how cute Tyson looked when he was confused. Kind of like an adorable lost puppy that you just can't help but want to cuddle.
"K thanks for the help Ozuma." Tyson said and started to write up his rough draft.
'He looks cute when he concentrates.' Ozuma thought, barely focusing on his rough copy. 'Much cuter than any of my fangirls or fanguys put together.' Ozuma thought dreamily, not noticing the time flying, quickly approaching History time.
History
"Okay class, today we are watching a movie on WWII today. A little reward since you all did so well on last week's unit test." Mrs. W said happily, clasping her hands together with stars in her eyes, so the class immediately knew, this was going to be a chick flick war movie. All the guys in the class groaned.
"Great, more chick flicks." Ozuma groaned in his hand, Miriam had dragged him to a bunch of girly movies when Joseph and Dunga refused to. Joseph had locked his door so she couldn't get him out, and Dunga was too bulky to be dragged, so Ozuma, with his slighter frame, was the perfect choice to accompany her.
Felling a hand on his shoulder he irritatingly looked at the person connected to the hand, wanting to scream at the person to leave him alone, but his harsh reply died in his throat when he saw Tyson was that person.
"Yo, what's with all the groaning, is the teacher some major romance attic or something?" Tyson asked tilting his head to the side, looking adorable, again.
"Ya, the only movies we ever watch are chick flicks. It gets really annoying. At least for us guys, all the girls go home and start having romantic fantasies." Ozuma whispered back not wanting to draw the attention of the class, who were all surprisingly, watching the movie, since the beginning had fight scenes.
"Girls are weird, I doubt I'll ever understand them. When they're not obsessing over hot guys, they're pmsing and anything you do will make them want to murder you." Tyson said resting his head on his folded arms. 'Time for a nap.'
"Ya..." Ozuma trailed off seeing Tyson was sleeping. 'How did he get to sleep so fast...'
FASH: And so I leave Ozuma pondering. CT: blinks Pondewing, wats dat? FASH: Nothing you need to worry about. huggles C.T And remember to review!
Chapter 3
""- Talking ''-Thinking
English Class
"So start to write up your essays, 3 pages, double spaced, it's due next Monday, so no whining about not having enough time, you have a whole weekend. Also I want your rough copy handed in too. Any questions?" Mrs. W asked
Tyson meekly raised his hand. (Ha! Yea right, Ty's a bit OOC in this fic eh?)
"Ummm, Mrs. Wellington, I kind of wasn't here for the reading."
"Of course, how silly of me. Ozuma, could you please read over the story with Tyson and explain things to him?"
Ozuma nodded willing to do anything to converse with the blue haired angel.
"Okay, so can I see your story?" Tyson asked the dude beside him.
"Ya, here it is." Ozuma took it out and started to explain the things they had learned in class.
A while later
"Ok so I basically write how I think it should have ended using oxymorons, repetition, allusion and stuff like that?" Tyson asked with his eyes glazed over in confusion.
"Ya." Ozuma whispered, taking notice of how cute Tyson looked when he was confused. Kind of like an adorable lost puppy that you just can't help but want to cuddle.
"K thanks for the help Ozuma." Tyson said and started to write up his rough draft.
'He looks cute when he concentrates.' Ozuma thought, barely focusing on his rough copy. 'Much cuter than any of my fangirls or fanguys put together.' Ozuma thought dreamily, not noticing the time flying, quickly approaching History time.
History
"Okay class, today we are watching a movie on WWII today. A little reward since you all did so well on last week's unit test." Mrs. W said happily, clasping her hands together with stars in her eyes, so the class immediately knew, this was going to be a chick flick war movie. All the guys in the class groaned.
"Great, more chick flicks." Ozuma groaned in his hand, Miriam had dragged him to a bunch of girly movies when Joseph and Dunga refused to. Joseph had locked his door so she couldn't get him out, and Dunga was too bulky to be dragged, so Ozuma, with his slighter frame, was the perfect choice to accompany her.
Felling a hand on his shoulder he irritatingly looked at the person connected to the hand, wanting to scream at the person to leave him alone, but his harsh reply died in his throat when he saw Tyson was that person.
"Yo, what's with all the groaning, is the teacher some major romance attic or something?" Tyson asked tilting his head to the side, looking adorable, again.
"Ya, the only movies we ever watch are chick flicks. It gets really annoying. At least for us guys, all the girls go home and start having romantic fantasies." Ozuma whispered back not wanting to draw the attention of the class, who were all surprisingly, watching the movie, since the beginning had fight scenes.
"Girls are weird, I doubt I'll ever understand them. When they're not obsessing over hot guys, they're pmsing and anything you do will make them want to murder you." Tyson said resting his head on his folded arms. 'Time for a nap.'
"Ya..." Ozuma trailed off seeing Tyson was sleeping. 'How did he get to sleep so fast...'
FASH: And so I leave Ozuma pondering. CT: blinks Pondewing, wats dat? FASH: Nothing you need to worry about. huggles C.T And remember to review!