"Teenage Drama"
Summary: Female teenagers should come with volume control.
Note: Even though my baby sister turns 19 today, she still needs a 'mute' button. Thanks to alicia5, Mia, Lyssa Grace, bloodredcherry, and Flamigo1 for reviewing the last chapter—it's a great compliment to know that someone besides myself enjoys these flash-fics!
Disclaimer: Harm, Mac, etc. are not mine, so don't sue me because I have an imagination and too much free time.
Written 3 June 2004
Harm opened his apartment door to reveal Jennifer Coates standing in the hallway with a backpack slung over one arm and the thick textbook for her summer psychology course in the other.
"Do you mind if I study here for a little while?" she sheepishly asked her neighbor/superior officer/father figure.
"Sure," he responded as he let her into his apartment. With a slightly puzzled frown, he asked, "Why can't you study in your apartment?"
"Mattie's on the phone with one of her friends," she informed him as she settled down on the couch. "She's usually not this noisy, but apparently, some girl and her boyfriend had a very public breakup at the mall today. Either Mattie or her friend has a crush on the guy—I can't figure out which because the conversation is too giggly and high-pitched to understand all of it."
"Thank God we have separate apartments," he shook his head with relief.
Summary: Female teenagers should come with volume control.
Note: Even though my baby sister turns 19 today, she still needs a 'mute' button. Thanks to alicia5, Mia, Lyssa Grace, bloodredcherry, and Flamigo1 for reviewing the last chapter—it's a great compliment to know that someone besides myself enjoys these flash-fics!
Disclaimer: Harm, Mac, etc. are not mine, so don't sue me because I have an imagination and too much free time.
Written 3 June 2004
Harm opened his apartment door to reveal Jennifer Coates standing in the hallway with a backpack slung over one arm and the thick textbook for her summer psychology course in the other.
"Do you mind if I study here for a little while?" she sheepishly asked her neighbor/superior officer/father figure.
"Sure," he responded as he let her into his apartment. With a slightly puzzled frown, he asked, "Why can't you study in your apartment?"
"Mattie's on the phone with one of her friends," she informed him as she settled down on the couch. "She's usually not this noisy, but apparently, some girl and her boyfriend had a very public breakup at the mall today. Either Mattie or her friend has a crush on the guy—I can't figure out which because the conversation is too giggly and high-pitched to understand all of it."
"Thank God we have separate apartments," he shook his head with relief.