Juuban High - Day 25

Story by: Elise Haskell and Carrie Rose

Written by: Carrie Rose

Edited by: Elise Haskell/P

"He hates me. He really hates me." I sighed as I walked into school with Elise - no, Eric, today.

"Oh, don't say that!" Eric smiled, "he's madly in love with you and he knows it, dammit, he's just too STUPID to admit anything."

"He isn't stupid!" I smacked her...him... on the arm and went off on my merry little way. He/She followed me. Dammit. WHY CAN'T EVERYONE JUST LEAVE ME ALONE! ARG! If I had something to bang my head against, I would.

Off to computers we went. I figured a good staring at Heero session couldn't hurt.

"I'm horrible. I should really love Heero more than Trunks, right? I mean, I liked Heero first, and he has really nice eyes and hair you just want to run your fingers through, and he wears tight spandex..."

"Yea, and you could leave Trunks to me!"

"FORGET IT!!!" I glared at her/him/whatever the fuck it is. How could It suggest that?

"I was kidding! I only have eyes for Tasuki!"

"And Vegeta," I pointed out.

"No! That's Elise!"

"You ARE Elise..." I sighed. Stupid, stupid people.

"NO! I AM ERIC!!!"

"Okay, okay, shut up." I grumbled and stared at Heero.

"She should be staring at me," Trunks grumbled from the back of the room.

"You miss her, how cute!" Youji smiled.

"How could I not?" Trunks sighed.

"AWWWW!! Admit it already! It'll make life easier for the both of you!" Youji sat back in his chair.

"I can't, there's nothing to admit!"

Youji fell over in his chair and hit the floor with a '*thunk*'. "God dammit, Trunks. You are the most stubborn bastard I have ever met." Youji pulled himself up and sat back down like nothing happened.

"Why am I being stared at?" Heero said out loud.

"HEEEEERO! I love you!" Relena smiled.

"Well, look. There goes my day." I muttered. "And it was so much fun to stare at him too, but no, now he's gonna be like 'Relena' every two seconds for the rest of the period." I laid my head down on my desk and stared at my Dragon ball GT stickers.

"Oooooh! Ooh! Trunks chained to a bed!" Elise...Eric... giggled. Guys don't giggle! Elise is messing up again! Moron!

"ME WHAT?!" Trunks looked up.

"Nothing." Elise...ERIC... grinned innocently and followed that train of thought.

A swift smack to the back of the head stopped her, um, him, and he didn't bring up the idea of Trunks chained to a bed for the rest of the period.

"Tasuki S&M..." Elise mumbled and laid her head down on the desk, a dreamy look in her eyes. I do not trust that girl. Suddenly, she grabbed Youji's string and ran off. "TAAAASUKI!!! Oh, Tasuki my love! Where are you?"

"Where the hell is she going with my string?" Youji said, looking at the door.

"I'll follow." I said, following her.

"Good, I wasn't going to get up," Youji muttered, sitting back in his chair once more.

I walked down the hell, where I was met with a cry of "WHAT THE HELL DO YA THINK YOU'RE DOIN'?!"

"Oh, Tasuki! I'm re-enacting scenes from the anime!" I got there to see Tasuki tied to a pillar.

"ERIC! Stop that! You should save that for the bedroom."

"Good point! Come on, Tasuki, let's go back to my house for some fun!"

"LET'S WHAT?! NO!!! CHICHIRI! HEEEELLLP!"

"You called, no da?" Chichiri's perpetually smiling face appeared in the hall.

"NO, I CALLED THE OTHER CHICHIRI! JESUS CHRIST, WHO ELSE IS THERE TO CALL?!" Tasuki screamed at the top of his lungs. My poor ears.

"There's another Chichiri, no da? I didn't know that, no da!"

"I was being sarcastic! Kill her! Untie me! Do somethin' dammit!"

Chichiri untied Tasuki and Tasuki ran like hell. I have never seen someone run so fast in my life.

"He'll come back for me! I just know it! He's gonna come on a white horse, pick me up, and take me away into the sunset!"

"You know, that isn't how ya get people to like you..." I said, shaking my head, a sweat drop forming on the back of my head.

"Sure it is! Then they KNOW you want them!" Eric grinned.

"Your logic isn't logical."

"Sure it is!"

I didn't say anything. I would let Eric live in his little fantasy world. Yes, yes I would. Soon Elise would come to her senses anyway. Then she would realize that she is not a guy, nor does she have a twin brother. I think she's crazy. What is the number for the mental hospital? I'll find it later... she can join the canary! I mean, Omi. Maybe she'll be a parrot for him to hang out with.

"I'm a blue jay!" Elise grabbed a baseball and a bat and started playing in the hallways.

Okay, maybe a blue jay...whatever.

Trunks and Youji joined us soon after and I completely ignored Trunks. I feel so bad doing that, but if he's going to be a dickhead, I'm going to be a bitch. I hate men. I really hate men. Insensitive jerks.

"I have an idea!" Youji said, and grabbed Eric's lighter. "Here, have fun with those things you have." He gestured towards my stickers.

"Heh...heh..." I giggled madly and grabbed one of the packs of stickers. I set it on fire and watched it burn happily. Stupid bastard.

"Hey what are those anyway?" Trunks said, grabbing one.

"None of your business, give it back," I said without looking up. A very nice picture of Trunks was starting to melt and burn... I feel no remorse.

"ACK! What the hell? I know these people! And that guy looks awfully a lot like me! And why does it have my name on it, and dad's name... And Goku's name... I'M CONFUSED!!"

"Shut the fuck up, already," I grumbled and grabbed it back. Our hands touched. His lingered a little bit on mine before I pulled it away quickly and kept burning the stickers. I'd probably never find those stickers again either. Dammit. They were kinda cool too.

"Fine. Be a bitch," Trunks grumbled.

"Open mouth, insert foot," Elise said, sitting beside me, while mouthing "moero! Moero!" as the stickers burned.

"You shut up too." A ki blast was shot at him/her. That makes it six, if I counted correctly from Elise's rantings...

"Okay, I will. Not like you're being the nicest person in the world." I burned some more pictures of Trunks happily to kill time.

"MOERO!!! MOERO!!!!"

"...Uh... Eric?"

"Yes?" Elise smiled innocently.

"Stop that. You are scaring me," Youji said.

"Sorry! Have you seen Tasuki? I miss him."

"Not since I last saw him... um... whenever that was... no." Youji shrugged.

"Oh, you're a lot of help."

"I know." Youji smiled, "hey wait, where's my string?"

Elise shrugged. "Chichiri has it I think."

"WHAAAT?!" Youji ran off in the direction of the office. "Dammit all to hell! I need that!"

"GOMEN NASAI!!!" I called after him, because Elise/Eric was ignoring everybody.

"Tasuki chained to a bed. Tasuki chained to a bed. Oh I'm in heaven. Trunks chained to a bed too..."

"...What?!" Trunks looked shocked.

"Long story, sweetie. Don't ask." Elise smiled.

"DO. NOT. CALL. ME. SWEETIE." Trunks glared. "Only Carrie calls me sweetie."

"I don't do that anymore," I glared.

Trunks looked down. (AWWWW! - me and Yvonne's chorus.*^_^*)

"Why can't you just admit it, Trunks?" Elise said out loud. "Whoa, wait, I wasn't supposed to say that. Don't hit me with a ki blast. You've done enough to me!"

"...I wasn't going to." Trunks sounded very, very depressed. Oh, the poor thing. I sat there and ignored it. I would not comfort him... Would not comfort him....

I watched the burning fire to occupy me. Fire is good. Burning pictures of Trunks is good. Maybe it isn't. Ack! I feel guilty! Noooo!

Youji came back with his string. "I feel better now! I have my string!" He hugged it to him and sat down. He started petting it. "I will never let you leave my site again."

"What was Chichiri doing with the string?" Elise asked, hoping for a nice good, yaoi-filled answer.

"He was holding it, waiting for me to return to get it, moron. Nothing sick."

"Dammit. Oh wait, that's good, he didn't do anything to my dear beloved Tasuki!"

"Why can't we all shut up about love?!" Trunks said in frustration.

"Awww, look at the poor baby!" Elise cooed. "So very trës kawaii!"

"Whoa... three languages in one sentence." Youji marvelled.

"Yea. I'm talented."

The bell rang for math, and we all went off. I don't know why, but we did. Well I know why Elise went of course...

"VEGGIE-CHAN!!!" Elise glomped him.

"I thought you were Eric." Veggie smirked.

"YOU'RE SMIRKING! You do love me! And Eric went home for the day, he thought I should come back, after all, it is you, and you love me!"

"It's Eric until it's math. I have figured it out." Youji beamed, as he stood up in the classic superhero pose. "I HAVE IT FIGURED OUT!" He realized what he was doing and sat down, looking like nothing had happened. Everyone else looked like that was a normal, every day occurrence.

"Why are you still hugging me, insolent human? Get off."

"You love me. You want my hugs. You want me to love you, don't you?" Elise looked up at him.

"No!"

"...Denial..." Elise smiled.

Trunks banged his head on the desk. "Why me? Why me?!"

"Shut up over there." I muttered.

"So, Trunks, how's this 'Ahhh!' person you love?" Vegeta asked, smirking.

"SHUT UP DAD!!"

"You gotta admit it sometime. Besides, I can see it in your eyes. You're in love."

"I am not!" Trunks banged his head on the desk so hard. He knocked himself out.

"Oh dear, I think he has a concussion..." I said, mild concern in my voice.

"Serves him right, the bastard!" Elise said, still glomping Vegeta, who wasn't actually telling her to stop. I think the world is coming to an end.

"Veggie, can we get married?"

"NO! Didn't I already tell you to GET OFF me?!" Veggie looked at her.

"Um... Maybe. But I didn't hear you!" Elise hugged him tighter.

"You know, I'm beginning to think I just can't win." Vegeta grumbled.

"You can't! Let's get married!"

"NO!!!" Vegeta pushed her off. "Go sit down. You have work to do."

"Why did you push me, Veggie-Honey?"

"No more Ranma for you, Elise." I said, grabbing the books away.

"Come on, Veggie! I can be your 'cute' fiancée! Please?"

"...What the hell are you babbling about? Shut up and SIT DOWN!"

"Yes sir." Elise sat down all right... on his lap.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

"Sitting down."

"AT YOUR DESK! NOW!"

"Okay, but you'll regret it…"

"I. Will. Not." Vegeta grumbled and sat at his desk, doing nothing.

"Maybe I should take him to the nurse's office?"

"Nurse him back to health. Maybe then he'll admit it," Youji said.

"No, he can get himself back to health, I'm sure..." I said, looking at the unconscious trunks.

"You know you want to, Carrie!" Elise smiled. "Besides, the faster everyone leaves, the longer I can be alone with my sexy little prince..."

"Your WHAT?!" Vegeta looked up and blinked.

"Nothing, Veggie-Honey!"

I sighed, looked at Trunks again, and picked him up, or rather, TRIED to, and dragged him out of the class. I would regret it, I'm sure. But hey, the poor thing was hurt and I just couldn't stand to see him like that so... *shrugs* I guess I just had to?

"VEGGIE-CHAN!! I LOVE YOU!!" Was all I heard as I left. Weird. That girl is insane.