10:37 P.M.
Previously:
"... So you don't like the turban?"
"ARGH!"
"No, really! I didn't know you didn't like the turban!"
"Greg, no one likes the turban."
"Come on! Some people like the turban!"
"Oh, yeah? Name two."
"Well, there's me."
"That's why I said name two. I knew you'd use that."
"... Hodges. Hodges walked passed me the other day and said, 'Nice turban.'"
"... um, Greg?"
"Yeah?"
"He was being sarcastic."
"Oh. Damn. Foiled again."
"Go on, you still have one more."
"Well, my mom likes the turban. She sent it to me for Christmas, after all."
"..." ((stares)) "You used your mom? And just when I thought you couldn't get anymore pathetic..."
"What? What's so pathetic about my mom?"
"She's your mother, Greg. She has to say she likes stuff you wear. It's her job."
"She does not! She'd tell me if she didn't like something!"
"When was the last time she told you she didn't like one of your shirts?"
"... Never."
"See? She's either crazy or just being nice to say that she liked your shirts. Or blind."
((offended)) "... maybe she is blind. But I suppose you never thought to ask."
((apologetic)) "Oh, my Gosh, Greg, I'm sorry. I didn't know your mother was blind!"
((grinning)) "She's not. I just wanted to let you know that you never thought to ask."
((punches))
"Ow! Sara, that was my shoulder!"
"Well, you deserved it!"
((sniffs)) "I did not."
"Would you shut up? If I have to spend two and a half hours with you in here, it had better be in silence. It's the least you could do after getting me stuck in here."
"What? Me! I didn't get you stuck anywhere! You're the one who closed the door!"
"Yeah, well, you didn't tell me it would lock!"
((sarcasm)) "Oh, yes, I'm sooo sorry, your highness. It was entirely my fault. I should have known you'd be dumb enough to shut the door on us!"
"I didn't know it was a bad idea!"
"Well you should have-"
"Would you just be quiet!"
((silence))
((silence))
((humming))
"Stop that!"
"Sorry!"
"What was that, anyway? Tie a yellow ribbon round an old oak tree?"
"It kinda gets stuck in my head sometimes. Usually when I'm nervous."
"Well, don't hum it anymore."
((silence))
((silence))
"Can I sing it?"
"No!" ((pause)) "Why would you want to sing it?"
"It gets it out of my head sometimes..."
"Well, don't."
((silence))
"Damn you, Greg Sanders."
"What did I do this time?"
"Now it's stuck in my head."
A/N: ((is extremely flattered)) I am so glad you guys like this! I admit, it's a little fantasy of mine. I mean, stuck in a closet with Greg Sanders... ((melts)) only Sara would be crazy enough not to like that! R&R for this next chapter! Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it!