Scrubs

My Idea Of The Norm

Phantomviola won by a freaking landslide! You guys SUCK! But I still love you. That's creepy... Anyways.

Her review said: "Ogasp. Bye-bye random guy Max likes! Did she bring her camera to school?
What's "burn-out" mean? It's the Tonka Truck! YAY!
"Seeing as everyone thought she was a weirdo. And she was... "
HAHAHAHA!"

A "burn-out", my good friend, is a term used for students at a high school that can't quiet put them self into a social class. Also know as a lame, a loser, or that weird kid in the back of the class that thinks it's okay to masturbate during lectures.

Thanks for being interesting!

I haven't updated in awhile. I feel as though you guys deserve this. It's short... Like stupid short. But I feel bad, so yeah.

Disclaimer: If I owned Scrubs, that should wouldn't be have as good as it is now.

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"Is that really necessary?"

"Is what?"

"The picture thing!"

Max grinned, sitting the the chair next to Darryl. "Not really. I just like taking pictures is all."

Darryl almost smiled. "Is that right?"

Max smiled.

Turk spun in a small circle in front of Darryl's door and stopped. "I'm a miracle worker!" he yelled.

"Hey, Turk," Max said. "What's up?"

"Nothin'," he said. "'Sept I just cut two whole bullets out of ya friend here!"

Darryl did smile then. "Oh, is that so?" he said. He shifted on the bed. "I thought it was three..."

Turk walked, triumphantly towards Darryl. "Brotha to a brotha," he said. "Are you in a gang?"

Darryl raised an eyebrow. "Naw," he said. "What kind of question is that?"

"Then how'd you get shot?"

Darryl sat up, slowly. "Wrong place, wrong time. Anyone would of gotten shot. Even my girlfriend cut up her arm."

Girlfriend. Max sighed. Sherri, the Anti-Max.

"So, I bet your girlfriend's some bangin' shawty, huh?" Turk asked.

"Why are you talking like that?"

"Sorry..."

After a moment or two, a blond head stuck through the door.

"Hello, Anti-Max," Max said, grinning.

Sherri made a face. "Why do you keep calling me that?"

Max's lip quirked. "Think about it."

She rolled her eyes at her. "Darryl, my mom's here. So, I'm gonna be going." She blew a kiss at him. "Bye!" And then she walked off.

Max choked back a laugh. "That was a reasonable way to say goodbye to your boyfriend..."

Turk chuckled. "Ah, you kids and your love!"

"Turk!" this was Carla, leaning over the thresh hold of the door. "We need to go. There's a sale on shoes at..."

Suddenly, Turk and Darryl's heads drifted, and a heavey sigh released from their lips.

Carla smiled. "Great! In about twenty minutes, say lacy bras."

Turk and Darryl's head's snapped back.

"Where?"

"What color were they?"

Max laughed. "Strappy sandals."

"Shoes..." they muttered.

"Ha! That's awesome!"

"Yeah, I know. I need to go get some decor- ... things... with Elliot. I'll be back. Don't forget, twenty minutes."

Max raised an eyebrow. "Things?" she mumbled. "Elliot...?" She stared at Carla. "Decor-? ... With?" She stood up. "I'm going with. Elliot's not ruining this party."

"Aw, how'd you figure out!?"

"Carla, Carla, Carla... Everyone here's as predictable as a toothpick."

"What?"

"Just go."

Elliot leaned against the railing of the emergency ramp, and sighed. She checked her watch. "Where the heck is Carla?"

"Live Carla, or dead Carla?"

Elliot looked to her left, to find Janitor standing at her side. She tilted her head. "Live Carla."

"Oh. Well, that cancels out the dumpster."

"I hope it does..."

"Elliot Reid!"

Elliot spun around and caught sight of Carla, walking with Max. "Frick!"

As the two exited the hospital, Elliot give Carla the stink-eye.

Carla made a face at her. "Don't give me the stink-eye. She figured out on her own..."

Elliot frowned. "Now I'm not gonna be able to get anything!"

Max gave Elliot an apologetic look. "You'll help," she said. "But you will not buy the whole store."

Elliot smiled. "Yay!" She began to do the cabbage-patch. "I get to sho-op! I get to sho-op!"