This chapter's also in flashback and Spinelli's POV. This is fun...Heehee!
And yeah, this is kind of weird for a forth-fifth grader, but what am I
gonna do about it? Lol... And it's all leading up to why T.J. and Spinelli
hate each other, surprisingly enough...
Anyways, I don't own Recess. That great honor belongs to Joe Ansolanabehere (or however he spells it...Man, that must've sucked as a kid) and Paul Whatshisface...Hey, speaking of those dudes, whatever happened to them? Disney could really use them now. Or, for that matter, Nickelodean... I miss them. They should make something else. I'd watch it. Seriously.
So, Paul and Joe...If you're out there...Make something else. I need to get obsessed with a decent cartoon. No, seriously, there aren't really any good ones out there. I mean that. Really. I mean, my childhood had some pretty good cartoons... Now, I'm a teen and I still want to watch them, so can we have some decent ones? Because you know, if I keep watching the crap that's put out nowadays, I'm gonna wind up...Well, it won't be pretty...My brain will be fried, literally.
Anyways, after that delightful rant about the utter lack of decent cartoons, here's my fic. I think they might be a little OOC, but whatever... I mean, people change, right?
I got out of the Ashleys' pool, seeing as Ashley A. had been gesturing towards me.
"What?" I snapped.
She smiled, a smile I was sure was full of evil.
"Well, like Spinelli, like here's like what like I like want like you like to like do," Ashley A. said confidently.
She handed me a paper with instructions on it. I looked down at the paper, shocked.
"What in the name of Bob are you trying to get me to do here?" I hissed angrily.
She smirked and I realized that she had set me up. I glared fiercely at her.
"You can't make me," I snarled.
She rolled her eyes and pulled a tape from her pocket, playing with it. Her smirk widened.
"Well, like actually, like that's like where like you're like wrong. I like mean, like we like wouldn't like want like this like tape like getting like out, like would like we?" Ashley threatened.
I winced, eyes focused on the tape. I counted to three under my breath before snatching the cassette. I dropped it on the ground and smashed it. Ashley A. grinned.
"Oh, like I like have like more like copies like at like home. Like MANY like more like copies."
I sighed and rubbed my forehead.
"Why do ya want me to do this?" I asked, curious.
She shrugged.
"If like it'll like humiliate like you, like then like it's like good like for like me," Ashley A. sneered.
I sighed.
"Okay, fine. I'll do it. Just leave me alone from now on or I'll beat ya to a pulp!" I barked.
I left the hall, nervously waiting. Ashley A. had left and so had most everyone. I waited quietly until Vince left. I didn't want to do this. But I had to, or my brother Joey would get in trouble again. I sighed, I was only in fifth grade! I quietly walked over and slid softly into the pool. The water was cold, but my mind was on other things.
I swam over to T.J., who smiled. I bit my lip, breathed out and kissed T.J. really fast. I backed up really fast and tried to leave. T.J.'s voice stopped me.
"Spinelli? What'd you do that for?" T.J. asked, confused.
I turned to face him and swam over. I sighed. Might as well tell him now. It's not like I have anything to lose.
"Okay, Teej, I'm gonna be blunt about this. Frankly, I'm sick of people who like each other not saying it. And, well, Teej, I like you. Okay, see, I said it. And don't tell me you don't know what I'm talking about because I know you and Vince and the guys have talked about this. So, what do you think?" I grunted.
He was silent for a moment.
"So THAT'S why my parents wouldn't let you sleep over!" T.J. exclaimed.
I shook my head and rolled my eyes. That boy. He looked me straight in the eye.
"Look, Spin, I don't know what to say," T.J. replied calmly.
Then he kissed me. We broke apart and I smiled.
"You like me, don'tcha?" I teased.
He rolled his eyes and I climbed out of the pool. I waved goodbye to T.J. and left. I was in such a good mood that I didn't even notice Randall, watching and taking notes.
LATER ON...
Randall approached me, smirking. This was bad. I just knew it.
"What?" I snapped, not in the mood to deal with him.
Randall grinned.
"I don't know, why don't you tell me? Or were you too busy kissing Detweiler to notice?" Randall taunted.
"Hey, Ashley, if this gets out, your rep's ruined. I'll forget all about it if you become my girlfriend," Randall blackmailed.
I was livid and I socked him right in the eye.
"Don't call me that! And becoming your girlfriend would be even worse, so scram!" I snarled.
"You should think about it. You'd probably like being with me," Randall hinted.
My jaw dropped and I rolled up my sleeves.
"That's it! I'm gonna cream ya, ya little worm!" I shrieked, grabbing his notepad and ripping up the pages with the dirt on me and Teej into smithereens.
Randall frowned and ran for his life. I chased after him.
"You'd better run, ya dirty scumbag!" I threatened.
I stopped running and exhaled against the wall. That little snitch better not tell anyone about what he'd seen. Or else.
Loren ;
I REALLY, really, ReAlLy liiiiiiiiiike-wait, no, LOVE! REVIEWS! So, you could give me some. That would be really cool. See, I'm doing you a service, and you pay me for the service with reviews... Sorta. Lol...
Anyways, I don't own Recess. That great honor belongs to Joe Ansolanabehere (or however he spells it...Man, that must've sucked as a kid) and Paul Whatshisface...Hey, speaking of those dudes, whatever happened to them? Disney could really use them now. Or, for that matter, Nickelodean... I miss them. They should make something else. I'd watch it. Seriously.
So, Paul and Joe...If you're out there...Make something else. I need to get obsessed with a decent cartoon. No, seriously, there aren't really any good ones out there. I mean that. Really. I mean, my childhood had some pretty good cartoons... Now, I'm a teen and I still want to watch them, so can we have some decent ones? Because you know, if I keep watching the crap that's put out nowadays, I'm gonna wind up...Well, it won't be pretty...My brain will be fried, literally.
Anyways, after that delightful rant about the utter lack of decent cartoons, here's my fic. I think they might be a little OOC, but whatever... I mean, people change, right?
I got out of the Ashleys' pool, seeing as Ashley A. had been gesturing towards me.
"What?" I snapped.
She smiled, a smile I was sure was full of evil.
"Well, like Spinelli, like here's like what like I like want like you like to like do," Ashley A. said confidently.
She handed me a paper with instructions on it. I looked down at the paper, shocked.
"What in the name of Bob are you trying to get me to do here?" I hissed angrily.
She smirked and I realized that she had set me up. I glared fiercely at her.
"You can't make me," I snarled.
She rolled her eyes and pulled a tape from her pocket, playing with it. Her smirk widened.
"Well, like actually, like that's like where like you're like wrong. I like mean, like we like wouldn't like want like this like tape like getting like out, like would like we?" Ashley threatened.
I winced, eyes focused on the tape. I counted to three under my breath before snatching the cassette. I dropped it on the ground and smashed it. Ashley A. grinned.
"Oh, like I like have like more like copies like at like home. Like MANY like more like copies."
I sighed and rubbed my forehead.
"Why do ya want me to do this?" I asked, curious.
She shrugged.
"If like it'll like humiliate like you, like then like it's like good like for like me," Ashley A. sneered.
I sighed.
"Okay, fine. I'll do it. Just leave me alone from now on or I'll beat ya to a pulp!" I barked.
I left the hall, nervously waiting. Ashley A. had left and so had most everyone. I waited quietly until Vince left. I didn't want to do this. But I had to, or my brother Joey would get in trouble again. I sighed, I was only in fifth grade! I quietly walked over and slid softly into the pool. The water was cold, but my mind was on other things.
I swam over to T.J., who smiled. I bit my lip, breathed out and kissed T.J. really fast. I backed up really fast and tried to leave. T.J.'s voice stopped me.
"Spinelli? What'd you do that for?" T.J. asked, confused.
I turned to face him and swam over. I sighed. Might as well tell him now. It's not like I have anything to lose.
"Okay, Teej, I'm gonna be blunt about this. Frankly, I'm sick of people who like each other not saying it. And, well, Teej, I like you. Okay, see, I said it. And don't tell me you don't know what I'm talking about because I know you and Vince and the guys have talked about this. So, what do you think?" I grunted.
He was silent for a moment.
"So THAT'S why my parents wouldn't let you sleep over!" T.J. exclaimed.
I shook my head and rolled my eyes. That boy. He looked me straight in the eye.
"Look, Spin, I don't know what to say," T.J. replied calmly.
Then he kissed me. We broke apart and I smiled.
"You like me, don'tcha?" I teased.
He rolled his eyes and I climbed out of the pool. I waved goodbye to T.J. and left. I was in such a good mood that I didn't even notice Randall, watching and taking notes.
LATER ON...
Randall approached me, smirking. This was bad. I just knew it.
"What?" I snapped, not in the mood to deal with him.
Randall grinned.
"I don't know, why don't you tell me? Or were you too busy kissing Detweiler to notice?" Randall taunted.
"Hey, Ashley, if this gets out, your rep's ruined. I'll forget all about it if you become my girlfriend," Randall blackmailed.
I was livid and I socked him right in the eye.
"Don't call me that! And becoming your girlfriend would be even worse, so scram!" I snarled.
"You should think about it. You'd probably like being with me," Randall hinted.
My jaw dropped and I rolled up my sleeves.
"That's it! I'm gonna cream ya, ya little worm!" I shrieked, grabbing his notepad and ripping up the pages with the dirt on me and Teej into smithereens.
Randall frowned and ran for his life. I chased after him.
"You'd better run, ya dirty scumbag!" I threatened.
I stopped running and exhaled against the wall. That little snitch better not tell anyone about what he'd seen. Or else.
Loren ;
I REALLY, really, ReAlLy liiiiiiiiiike-wait, no, LOVE! REVIEWS! So, you could give me some. That would be really cool. See, I'm doing you a service, and you pay me for the service with reviews... Sorta. Lol...