So you want a disclaimer, eh? Well if you want it so badly, go to chapter one you fricken' vertically challenged idiot! Just kidding, I love all y'all. Please R&R.

"Wow, I can't believe it," Andie whispered to herself aloud.

"I know," Chrissy exclaimed, "it's just so weird that she wouldn't tell us about the operation. She hates me, doesn't she?"

Everyone – OF COURSE NOT!

"Sure."

Chrissy grinned mischievously. She knew she had to come up with a plan to pay Danielle back. So what if she just had her left lung removed! She deserved it. She knew she had to go to a professional. A person so devious that only they could be the one she went to. Then it popped into her head. The janitor.

"Okay everyone," J.D. said wiping saliva off his lips, "you can go in and visit her now."

As everyone walked in to Danielle's room, Chrissy slipped into oblivion, looking for the janitor. Unfortunately, Andie saw her, told everyone she wanted bottled water, and slipped quietly out as well, following Chrissy. As Chrissy walked down the halls, she noticed a guy with spiky blonde hair staring immensely at her.

"Go figure," she whispered to herself.

She finally found a man scrubbing graffiti off the walls that looked like it said "Haha janitor you are going to have to clean this off! P.S: J.D. and Turk did not write this."

She walked over to him and whispered in his ear "You the janitor?"

"Yeah, whaddaya want?" he answered.

"I here you are quite a prankster, and I need you to help me out with this little 'problem' I have," she exclaimed back.

"Does it involve J.D?"

"It could"

"Well then," he said "step into my office," he motioned his hands to the janitor's closet.

Chrissy walked in, and left Andie in awe.

"Oh, excuse me mi-" was all a handsome doctor got out as he bumped into the ravishing beauty that was Andie.

"My name is John Dorian."

"Andie."

J.D. was trying to be so suave he was just going on and on about how great he thought she was.

But all Andie heard was the little voice inside her head saying "Oh my gosh J.D. is talking to me! He is talking to me! He is still talking to me! This is so cool! He is still talking!"

"Listen, Girl Scout, they need you in intensive care A.S.A.P.," a tall, curly headed man blurted out, stepping right in front of Andie.

"Oh, hello Dr. Cox. I was just talking to Andie here," J.D. said, lustfully batting his eyelashes at her.

Dr. Cox turned around, did a double-take, and whispered "Don't you think she's a little young for you Ponyboy?"

J.D. raised a finger, sighed, out his finger down, and walked toward intensive care.

Andie walked the other way, back to Danielle's room, and decided not to tell any of this to her friends. She wanted J.D all to herself.

At that same moment, Chrissy was handing the janitor a $20, shaking his hand, and saying "I'll see you at five."