A/N: Oh, you thought that Cameron was the only person me and my insane friends severely scarred for life. No, there was another, and he was actually smart enough to be traumatized. MWAHAHAHA!!! I'll post each one of the traumatic experiences as they come, and this actually occurred a few weeks before The Cameron Incident. Roman, you may remember the reviews from etcies that had Murry in them. Well, once again I will try to keep my friend's identities anonymous. Unfortunately, this was a very short occurrence.
In the humanities room, me, etcies, Vikki, and Chimalmaht had quite a bit of spare time on our hands. etcies was writing her infamous threatening reviews to Roman de la Croix, again. All of a sudden, Murry stalked over, planning on being perverted, as usual. He has absolutely no problem with sneaking up on people (usually people that hate him) and trapping them in a bear hug so tight that there was no means of escape. I was the only safe one, seeing as how I was his ex-girlfriend, and he avoided me. But the bear hugs were the least of a student's, or teacher's, worries. He had never seen CATS, but everyday it seems like he does the Rum Tum Tugger dance. Minus adoring, screaming kittens of course.
Seeing as how Murry was already perverted, we let him watch etcies write her review. Then he asked if he could read what etcies was reviewing. Laughing, my friends and I agreed to let him read "Rummy," another one of the infamous works written by Roman de la Croix. Oh the expressions. At first, boredom and confusion (he had never seen CATS). Then, as he got to the first bits of cussing and Munkustrap's misinterpretation of Tugger's feelings, his face turned to interest, and his head started to bob up and down. Moments later, his face turned to utter shock and horror as he reached the part with Tugger and Jemima. His jaw fell to the floor, and his eyes were so wide they actually did look like they would pop out of his head. I don't even think he was breathing. He stopped somewhere where Tugger's saying Jemima's name and where he's telling himself that he feels and looks like shit.
Then he ran off, saying "I need some time to myself." A few minutes later, he was found curled into a small ball, rocking back and forth. Poor, poor perverted Murry. He's so used to the happy three year old stories they make us read in Jr. High. Chimalmaht, etcies, and I started laughing.
"That was great." Chimalmaht laughed.
"Did you see his face? Such a Kodak moment. I never have a camera on me when I need one." I added. We got some strange looks from the rest of the class. We're usually the quiet, calm, teacher's pet sort of students.
Now, whenever me, Chimalmaht, and etcies are online, he comes over and freaks Chimalmaht out (although that's usually my job), and then does a happy jig. Yes, a jig.
"Hey, are you guys reading more of that porno your friend writes?" Is what he almost always says.
The now scarred for life Murry was one of the few boys in our school uh... mature enough to understand what was actually going on. And, now that he's over the initial shock, he wants to read more of Roman's stories. We should let him read "Fallen Accidently on Purpose," it would be so much fun.
Moral of these stories: DON'T let a boy read anything written by Roman de la Croix. They'll either end up scarred for life, or will be too stupid to understand. Although, we should let Cameron read "Rummy." That one's so obvious that I think even he would get what was going on. Ahh, the joys of corrupting young, innocent minds. Just like Roman did to us.