FASH: Hey there, what's up? Tyson and Claude still have to work! (Points and laughs.)

T: Actually, we don't really have to work, you have to type us working.

C: And while you're typing, your pile of unattended to homework is growing.

FASH: (Sweat drop.) I can't help it, I'm a procrastinator when it comes to homework, I don't wanna do it!

T: Then get this chapter done with so you can stop procrastinating and finish your homework.

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Tyson and Claude had worked all day Saturday, and then had worked the morning of Sunday on their project, and now they were done.

"So, what do we do now?" Tyson asked shyly, Claude shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know, what do you do for fun around here? Other than beyblading." Tyson had no clue how to answer that question. "Well, we could always go to the movies." He suggested, Claude thought for a moment before nodding. "What are they playing?"

Tyson had phoned the movie theater, and the three movies closest to twelve were, Without a Paddle, The Incredibles, and Princess Diaries Two.

"Without a Paddle it is, there is no way I am watching a movie with a princess in it." Claude said, Tyson nodded in agreement.

When they exited the theatre, Tyson looked like he was about to burst out into a fit of laughter, and Claude looked, well, like how he normally looked. "Don't hold it in Tyson, you can't even breathe properly and you're turning a very interesting shade of purple." Tyson, being the obedient little uke that he is laughed. (If you don't know what that means, don't ask.)

Claude watched Tyson laugh with a smile on his face, he looked so beautiful when he was happy. 'And he's finally mine, and no one can take him away from me.' "You know, it wasn't that funny." Tyson stopped laughing and looked at Claude, his face flushed, and Claude, not being able to resist, swooped down, catching Tyson's lips with his.

Hilary was once again plotting, I know what you're thinking, we know this already, don't ruin the moment, but this was funny to let you innocent readers miss.

Hilary had two dolls, one looked like Claude, and the other, like Hilary, in a princess outfit, and she was playing with them.

"Claude my knight in shining armor! Take me now!" She deepened her voice. "Nothing would give me more pleasure." She snickered and stripped the dolls as she made them have, intimate contact, and if you looked closely you could swear that the Claude doll had a traumatized expression.

That poor, innocent doll, what's next?

It was Monday and Hilary, and many other girls, were chasing Claude as soon as he entered the school, begging for him to go to the dance with them, let's see what some of the statements shouted were.

"Claude! We'll be the most beautiful couple there!" "Claude, we'll dance the night away!" "And then we'll have our little...." "Good night KISS!"

Claude was running as quickly as possible, he had to get to his class before the mob caught up with him! The teacher would protect him, it was part of her duty, right? Claude slid into his classroom and slammed the door shut, leaning against it as the girls pounded their fists against it, it felt like he was trying to block off a battering ram, but soon the blows to the door dwindled and stopped, but there was one constant knock. 'Oh God, it could be Hilary, or Julia or-'

"You'd better open it up, Tyson's getting annoyed." Mrs. DeSousa said in boredom from her desk, she was flipping lazily through a magazine. Claude blinked, Tyson was the one knocking? He quickly opened the door and Tyson's fist knocked against his chest a few times before he finally realized he wasn't hitting the door.

"Huh? Ops. It's your own fault, you didn't open the door." Tyson poked Claude it the chest where he had hit him moments before. "I don't have a fan girl knock, I have an annoyed knock." Mrs. DeSousa decided to agree. "It is an annoyed knock, trust me, fan girls have very rapid hits, Tyson's were slow precise and equally timed."

Claude and Tyson both decided that their teacher had way too much time on her hands, come on, she knew the difference between certain knocks, they also decided that she needed a boyfriend, or a cat, whichever was the most fulfilling.

During the day there was a working period for their project. "This will be the only in class time you will get to work on your project, so use it wisely." Since Tyson and Claude were done, they talked, and Hilary watched them, biting her lip, her plan had worked, right? She scoffed. 'Of course my plan worked, it's my plan, it's completely flawless.'

Sure Hilary, you keep telling yourself that.

C: Why must you torture me? (Cries.)

FASH: How the hell am I torturing you, you're with Tyson now!

T: He means how can you have crazy fan girls come after him, and have Hilary like him.

C: And WHAT THE HELL were you making Hilary do with those dolls?!?!

FASH: I thought that part was self explanatory!

T: I think Claude hates you know.

FASH: He can't hate me! I'm too cute to hate!

C: You keep telling yourself that. (Grumbles.)