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"Good morning everyone," Mr. Franklin's voice echoed over the loud speaker the next morning. "Please check the office for your room assignments. You and your partner will be working today during first and sixth periods. Thank you."

Summer groaned and trudged to her locker. "Looks like someone's got a case of the grumpys!" Katie said, grinning like a maniac, as she approached Summer.

"I trust you and Zack are all better, then?" Summer said, cocking an eyebrow as she fiddled with her locker.

"Just peachy," Katie replied. "However, my dear friend, you don't seem very peachy. In fact, you seem quite asparagus-y."

"I hate asparagus," Summer said as she stuffed books into her bag. "A lot."

"Exactly. What has put you in this asparagus-y mood on this fine day, Summer Jane?" Katie asked, while Summer shut her locker.

"Well, one, my mom made oatmeal this morning, and I hate oatmeal. Two, my brother is awful. Three, I only had a purple hair band today, and I hate purple. And three, I got stuck with stupid Freddy Jones on this stupid project."

"Sounds more like a oatmeal-y, brother-y, purple-y, stupid Freddy Jones-y day than an asparagus day." Katie sighed, as the two checked their room assignments.

"Don't try to bring humor into this, Katie Brown," Summer replied, giving her best friend a dirty look. "I'd much rather wallow in self-pity and make every single thing today a bad thing."

"I'll leave you to your wallowing, then," Katie said, giving Summer a bow. "I'm in a different room."

Giving another heavy sigh, Summer headed to Room 124, where she and Freddy were supposedly working.

"Would I make your asparagus-y day any better, milady?" an extremely familiar voice laughed.

"Eavesdrop often, Jones?" Summer asked as the blonde jogged to catch up with her.

"Nope, I passed Katie in the halls," Freddy replied, slinging his bag over one shoulder.

"Wow, thirty seconds to spread gossip," Summer said in mock awe. "Katie's said a new record. If they made gossiping an Olympic sport, Katie would surely take home the gold."

"I dunno, Eleni and Michelle would give her some serious competition, though," Freddy laughed.

"Hello Mr. Jones, Ms. Hathaway," the English teacher, Mrs. Bates said as the two entered the classroom.

"Good morning, Mrs. Bates," Summer said sweetly as the two sat down.

"Alright, now that everyone is here, you will be filling out questionnaires with your 'spouses' this period and sixth period that are due to me tomorrow morning before first period."

"You will work with your partner every Monday during first and sixth period, and will be expected to 'bond', if you will, with your partner outside of school. Throughout the semester, various challenges will be thrown at you, which you and your 'spouse' must solve together. At the end of the year, Mr. Franklin and myself will grade you on how well you know each other, how well you get along, and how well you've completed your challenges. With that being said, begin!" Mrs. Bates finished, handing out sheets of paper to the students.

"This is the same thing we got yesterday," Summer said as she looked over the purple sheet of paper in her hands.

"So?" Freddy asked, snatching it from her.

"I was just commenting," Summer said angrily. "Don't have a cow. And in your case you probably…"

"That's my line, my little asparagus," Freddy sighed, laying the sheet on the table. "It doesn't work anymore."

"What did you just call me?"

"What? My little asparagus," Freddy said, smirking.

"I don't think I want you calling me that," Summer replied, her lips pursed.

"In that case," Freddy said smoothly, "I think that's what I'll call you from now on."

"No!" Summer whined. "You can't!"

"Au contraire, my little asparagus," Freddy said. "I can and I will."

"Your mean."

"I don't care."

"Summer! Freddy!" Mrs. Bates said, her grey eyes narrowed and staring pointedly at the two. "Get to work, now!"

"Yes ma'am," the two said in unison, looking at the sheet in front of them.

"It's purple." Summer said.

"Thank you, Captain Obvious," Freddy said.

"I hate purple." Summer said.

"So should I call you my little purple asparagus?"

"No."

"Okay, then."

"So, you're not going to call me that?"

"I am."

"Why?"

"Simply to annoy you with, my dear."

"Stop using pet names, Jones."

"They aren't pet names. And anyways, I don't think you should call me Jones anymore. Cause you're a Jones too."

"You're taking this project way to seriously," Summer sighed, concentrating on the sheet in front of her.

"Simply to annoy you with, my dear," Freddy smirked, repeating his earlier words.

"Did you know you aren't funny?" Summer sighed.

"No. Because I am."

"No, you aren't."

"Am too."

"Freddy! Summer!" Mrs. Bates repeated, this time her voice a little louder. "Begin your work immediately."

"Yes ma'am," the two said again.

"You're a distraction, Jones." Summer said, her brown eyes as narrow as they would go.

"Distraction isn't the word I was looking for, my little purple asparagus. I was thinking more along the lines of charming." Freddy shrugged.

"Not quite," Summer said.

"Alright, how about appealing, they're synonyms you know."

"Do you know what a synonym is?"

"Apparently."

"Whatever, let's get to work."

"Fine."

"Fine."

"Read the first question, asparagus!"

"Fine. What are your occupations?"

"Drummer, of course."

"No."

"You can't tell me no!"

"Um…let me say it slower, noooo," Summer said, stretching out the 'no.'

"Well, you can't do that! I want to drum!"

"Well, I'm not marrying a drummer."

"Do you come with divorce papers?"

Summer's eyes narrowed. "I'd sign them first, which meant I'd leave you."

"No way," Freddy argued. "I'd leave you."

"I don't think so," Summer said. "Because I'd be the perfect wife. You'd be the one who was like an alcoholic having some affair."

"Why would I do that when I could just divorce you in the first place? I mean, then
I could have everyone, and not be having an affair."

"Well, I'd still leave you."

"Would not."

"Definitely would."

"Nope."

"Yes!"

"Frederick Jones! Summer Hathaway!" Mrs. Bates yelled, her voice at an all time high. "Have you two gotten any questions answered?"

"No ma'am," the two said sheepishly.

"That's it," Mrs. Bates said, her eyes looking an odd shade of purple. "You two, office, now. I think its time for a session of couples therapy."

Yay! Lots of dialogue. I think that there is going to be lots of dialogue, too. Anyhoo, review please! That was long!