A/N: Yeah. People have told me that the summary is similar to someone else's and it has been changed. Oh yeah. These chapters are gonna be short, k? So there might be a few of them.
Chapter 2- Slaps and Sarcasm
Helen's dinner had gone down a storm with everyone and, now that they were all fed and watered, no one could do much more than to sit and talk. So they did.
At one end of the table, Kevin and Will were discussing some major injustice made by the referee of the Laker's match whilst at the other, Grace and Luke were arguing over his inability to build a cot ("But its fine! Solid as a rock!" "What are you trying to do Luke? Kill the kid!")
Friedman however:
"So, it's really noisy out here. Wanna grab a coffee?" he asked eagerly.
"Look Friedman," she said, dragging him into a corner.
"There's a Starbucks downtown. We could-"
"Friedman-"
"Or there's this cool little coffee shop that we could check out if you like. You see, the owner, Chuck, he kinda owes me and-"
"Friedman. As an ex-nun, I'm not supposed to do this, but-"
SMACK.
"OK? I don't like you. Never did and, sorry but, never will. Ever. Just drop it, OK? Now. If you'll excuse me, I need to pee."
Lily went off to the bathroom and Friedman walked back to their table, dazed and confused by what just happened.
"Close your mouth dude, you'll catch flies."
"She just banged me."
"You wish. Honestly dude, you can't just make that kind of thing up! These fantasies of yours are beginning to disturb me Friedman."
"No. As in she hit me."
"Who? Lily?" Joan asked, trying so very hard not to laugh.
"Yes." Replied Friedman, now bright red and staring at the floor.
"So. You still haven't got laid then?" Grace asked.
"Oh shut up Marge. You can't exactly t-"
Grace looked sarcastically down at her very pregnant belly.
"Dammit." He muttered, realising defeat.
Joan shook her head, laughing to herself, and decided to go inside for a drink. She turned her head for a second and banged into something very solid which she soon found out to be Adam.
"What the- Oh! Hey Jane!" he said.
"Oh, hi, sorry about that…" she replied.
"S'ok, I wasn't looking either"
They were awkwardly silent for about a minute after that, both of them staring at the flop, the walls, anywhere but each other basically.
"So… d'you reckon they'd notice if we just, took off for an hour? Because my flat's empty, so… I mean, only if you want to…" Adam proposed shyly.
"Sure!" Joan said, practically jumping up and down. "I mean, yeah whatever."
"Cool!" Adam seemed pretty happy too.
"Hey, anybody know where Joan and Rove are? They've been gone for like, an hour."
"That's a point, where are they?"
"Hm. Who knows." Said Luke, "so, anyhow. Anybody got any ideas for names?"
"Hey, we could-"
"Friedman, if you even think about suggesting Marge… I will kill you. Slowly. With an audience."
"Sheesh, someone should start anger management classes for pregnant women."
"Yeah, and someone should give you a kick up the-"
"How about Sarah?"
Hehe. Yes, I am picking on Friedman Hezzie. It's funny though!
OK.
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Oh yeah. I have to tell you guys about our closet mosher French teacher. He was at a concert that we were at, wearing a System of a Down t-shirt. He was crowd-surfing and everything. Ugh. And then, the next day, he was all: "Are you not quite with us girls, you look awfully tired. Late night?"
FRENCH TEACHERS ARE NOT ALLOWED AT CONCERTS THAT YOU'RE AT! IT JUST ISN'T RIGHT! HE IS SUCH AN EVILATED BASKET!
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