Okay, next chapter. Uhm, apparently I've gotten some good points for the last two chapters. Personally I didn't think they were too funny, but maybe that's because I really only think certain things are funny... -shrugs- oh well, as long as people like it, then I'll continue XD
Jou: Disclaimer - Melony Mutou2 -snick- doesn't own YuGiOh! Nor does she own Boot and/or Sandal verbs. And yes, in Spanish, there is such thing as boot and sandal verbs.
Jounouchi?
Jou: Yeah?
WHY DO YOU ALWAYS SNICKER AFTER SAYING MY NAME!
Jou: ... -sheepish grin- uhh... potato?
GOD DAMMIT! YOU STUPID TWIT!
Story Three: Hondy Pokey
The original name of this "story" was Poaly Pokey, but of course, I can't put an OOC in the story, so bear with me here...
Jounouchi sat boredly tapping his pencil against his desk. He listened as the teacher talked on and on and on about something he'd already figured out about twenty minutes ago, and it takes a while for his brain to function. But it was always like this in this class, so he didn't care much. It was kind of nice to not have to worry about listening anymore and just being able to stare off into space.
That is, unless you're like Jou and have an EXTREMELY short attention span...
Jou restlessly fidgeted in his seat and stared at the white bored, watching as his Spanish Teacher showed them how to conjugate some boot and sandal verbs.
In a seat in front of Jounouchi, Honda sat, totally dazed and not paying any attention at all. However, unlike Jou, he hadn't yet figured out anything related to the topic he was currently taking. In fact, he didn't understand Spanish at all. He just wanted to get a class with Jou.
A large grin spread Jou's lips as he put down his pencil and reached forward, poking Honda in the shoulder.
Honda blinked, turning around in his seat, looking at Jou questioningly. "Whaat?" Jou blinked innocently, a small smile on his lips.
Honda decided to ignore Jou and turn back around to get back in his comfortable dazed state. However, he once again felt that finger on his shoulder, and turned his head to look at Jou again, this time an annoyed look plastered on. "Whaat?" Jou asked questioningly again. This irritated Honda, but regardless, he turned back around and hoped, for Jou's sake, that the blonde would not poke him again.
He did.
And again.
And again.
And again.
Rage boiled up in Honda, his face went red and anger marks spread across his forehead.
Again.
Honda turned around in a fit of rage,
"WOULD YOU STOP POKING ME ALREADY?"
Jou shrunk down to a little tiny speck, then squeaked,
"s-sorry, Honda..."