OMGOSH! i had an idea 2
write a songfic 4 the ep Bad Girl, the first day it aired and I
finally have it written!
Yay me! it's good ;-) this 1st chap is 5
pages long in my notebook!
Disclaimer - dont own Zoey 101!
review
flames wil be used to help warm teh homeless!
Switchin'
POV's.
"Go on, kiss! Come on! If you're really
boyfiend and girlfriend, do it!" Trisha said.
Chase and I
turned to each other. I nodded sightly at him. Here's our chance.
I just hope Trisha doesn't knock us down in anger or somethin'.
We
leaned in. Closer and closer and closer and closer. Just as our lips
were about to brush, Trisha popped a loud bubble. Chase jumped back
slightly and unknowingly, I pulled him closer. This time, as our lips
were so close, there was silence. Then it happened.
Chase's
POV
I felt Zoey's lips against mine. Mm, strawberry flavored
lipgloss.
Zoey's POV
I felt Chase's lips around mine,
probably tasting my lipgloss. Oh my gosh, how can I be doing this
with my best friend? I mean, I like him, but... wow. We're B-F-F!
grr. If he wasn't such a good— Oh my gosh, he's a good kisser!
Chase pulled me in closer and just when I was about to deepen the
kiss, I felt Chase being yanked from me. I looked at the floor to see
Chase laying there, stunned.
"I told you I'd get you
for stealing my woman!" a familiar voice said.
"Dustin!"
I shrieked.
He stared at me.
"Zoey? I thought you were
Tri—" he turned to Chase.
"Alright, Matthews! You
gonna steal my woman, kiss my sister, AND forget you had a beating-up
appointment with me! Alright, let's go! Hey! Fists up! I'm talking
to you!" Dustin stood directly over Chase, one foot on each side
of his thighs.
"Come on! You too scared?"
"Look,
Dustin, I'm not gonna fight—"
Dustin delivered a punch to
Chase's mouth.
"DUSTiN!" I yelled.
He thrust his fist
out at Chase again, but he turned his head so Dustin caught his
ear.
"DUSTIN!"
Trisha rolled her eyes at my
foolhardy attempts to distract Dustin.
She grabbed his hand and
pulled him off.
"Dustin, I never knew you were so
manly."
"Yeah. Too late, TRiSHA!"
He stormed
off. That brat. I'll deal with him later. I extended my hand
to Chase to help him up.
"You OK?"
"What?"
"I
said, YOU OK!"
"Huh? Dustin-ear-get closer!"
I
leaned in to his ear and yelled, " You OK?"
"Oh.
Yeah. I'm fine. Y'know, except for the pain," he started
walking.
"C'mon, I'll take you to your dorm," I said to
his non-Dustin-punched ear.
"OK."
So we walked for
awhile until I noticed—
"You're bleeding a bit."
"What?
I am?" he touched his lip.
"Oh. I am."
"Here,
let me see it," I pulled a tissue out of my backpack and pressed
it to his lip.
"Ow."
"Sorry." After a
minute, I removed it.
"There. Better?"
"Eh, not
perfect, but yeah."
As I turned around from the trash bin I'd
just chucked the tissue into, I said, " Well, what would make it
perfect?"
" N'other kizz," he
mumbled.
"Alright."
"Huh, wha—" he
started to say but was shut up by my lips against his.
"Cool,"
he said.
"Uh, I-I-I mean..."
"It's ok. So um,
you like me or something?" Oh gosh. Hopefully he couldn't
hear the hopeful tone in my voice.
"Um. Sorta?"
"Oh,"
I said, disappointed.
"Well, actually, yeah. A lot."
"Cool.
I-I-I mean..."
"So, do you like me too?"
"Maybe."
I
turned and ran.
"Zoey! Wait!" he caught up and grabbed
my arm.
"You do?"
"Yeah..."
I said like watcha-gonna-do-about-it.
"So, you wanna be my
girlfriend?"
Chase's POV
Did I just say that
out loud?
Zoey's POV
"Yeah," the answer
was automatic.
"Well, I gotta go do homework. Later," I
said awkwardly, giving his arm a light touch with my fist.
"S-S-See
ya."
We walked our separate ways