Scrubs
My Idea Of The Norm
Okay, so this is really bugging me. I'M NOT GOING TO TELL YOU IF MAX WILL DIE OR NOT! So stop asking.
I love that Hooch-Is-Crazy reviewed like one million times, just to fix one mistake. Haha!
The list of songs are just the songs on my myspace, minus afew.
Disclaimer: Scrubs is Loony-McAnal. But we love it anyways, and wish we all owned it. DAMN YOU BILL! DAMN YOU!
JD leaned against the palm of his hand, staring straight ahead at Dr. Cox befor glancing down at his watch. He'd been smacking his head against that desk for ten minutes...
"What's he doing?" Turk suddenly asked, appearing at his side.
"I'd say trying to give himself a concussion," JD said.
"Why?" Turk asked, making a face.
"I don't know."
That was a lie. I knew. And I saw everything that happened between Max and Dr. Cox. But, for the sake of no one beating my head in, I wasn't going to tell. You see, Max had just told Dr. Cox that she wasn't Ben and pretty much never would be. And by the look on Dr. Cox's face, he'd only just realized when she said so.
Turk raised an eyebrow. "Okay then... So, I'm gonna go get on the computer and find a costume. Wanna help?"
"Nah... I think I'll stay and see how long he keeps this up."
"I've got a box of Banana Twins."
JD's eyes darted to Turk. "Banana Twins?"
"Yup. Moist sponge cakes with banana fillings." Turk gave JD a thumbs-up.
JD nodded. "I'm in."
"Good. Lets roll."
Jack sat up in his bed. Something smelled... sweet. He smiled, as any five year old would do when smelling something delicious. Max was baking!
He quickly rolled out his bed and darted for the door. "Cookies!" he whispered, swinging the door open and running out. If he knew anything about numbers, which wasn't that much, he knew that since it was dark out that the one next to the twelve ment that he wasn't supposed to be up. But, who could resist cookies? He couldn't.
Jack whizzed through the living room, straight into the kitchen....
Only to find Max not baking any cookies.
He pointed a finger at her and frowned. "You tricked me!"
Max lifted a brown, stringy, cake-like food out of a pan filled with grease and sat it on a plate. "Did I?" she asked, grinning.
"Yes! You're making stringy cake! Not cookies!"
"They're funnel cakes, little buddy. And I made them 'cause I didn't have a bad dream. Just a weird one. I made like, eight for some reason. Wanna try one?" She broke off a piece of one and brought it over to Jack, leaning infront of him. She brushed her hair from her face with her hand and held it out infront of him.
He looked at the "funnel cake" suspiciously for a moment befor taking it in his hands. He purced his lips. "Is it yummy?"
"Oh, just fan-freakin'-tastic," she said, grinning.
Jack took the food in his hand, and stuffed it in his mouth quickly. He chewed it for a moment befor swallowing and smiled. "Yum!"
Max gave him a big smile and sat down on the floor. But... she looked sad.
"Maa-aax," he said, sitting on the floor infront of her. "You're smiling, but your eyes look sad."
She tilted her head. "W-what...?" she said, as though she were confused.
He smiled, totally clueless. "You have big sad eyes."
Max almost smiled, and then looked away from Jack. She nodded. "Yeah, I sorta do."
Perry opened his eyes, looking at his surrounding. He was in a hospital bed. "What happened...?" he asked, not even completely sure if someone was in the room with him.
Carla showed up in his vision, slightly blurred. "In layman's terms, you beat yourself into a concussion," she said, sticking a thermometer into his mouth.
"What the hell, Carla?" he said, through the thermometer, trying to get it out of his mouth.
"Shut up. You could have a fever. Now hold still or I'll make you."
He rolled his eyes. "Fine. Who's my doctor?"
As if called on cue, JD stepped into the room. "Carla, what was so important that you had to drag me away from costume shopping and Banana Twins?" he asked, angrily.
"Dr. Cox gave himself a concussion, and you were one of the doctors on call. So, you're Dr. Cox's doctor," she said.
JD's face lit up. "Really!" he yelled.
"Oh crap!"
"Now, Dr. Cox, don't think that I'm gonna be immature about this. I saw what hapened between you and Max and I'm gonna be sure to comfort you."
Perry looked absolutely disgusted.
"Oh, did I just say? I meant....." JD searched his mind for a safty phrase. "Banana hammock!"
"Get out."
"But..."
"Get out!"
JD spun around and scurried out the room.
"I'm gonna beat his head in..."
Carla leaned onto the side of the bed. "So," she said. "What did happen between you and Max?"
"Aw, geez..."
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Max sat in the cafeteria of Sacred Heart, scribbling into a notebook.
Catering.... Carla helped her with that.
Decorations.... What a time that had been.
Music...... She hadn't done music yet!
"Okay, that oughta be easy..." she said to herself, flipping to another page. She suddenly found herself writing down whatever song came to mind.
Moment, We Sleep Forever by Aiden; Superman, Overkill, Lonly Boy by Lazlo Bane; Alive With The Glory Of Love, Baby Girl I'm A Blurr by Say Anything.
Okay, so she was gonna need alittle help with music...
"Hey, Max." She looked over. It was the bald guy again. What was his name...?
"Hey...... Bill...?" she asked.
"It's Ted," he said.
"Oh. My bad," she said.
"My band was here yesterday. Where were you...?"
Max blinked afew times. "Band...." she said, racking her brain. "Oh! Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry! Go get them right now! I'll listen now!"
He nodded. "Okay then." And with that, he walked off.
Max went back to her notebook, staring at the words she'd written. A tray was sat infront of her suddenly, along with a blond haired doctor. "Hi Max," she said.
Max held up the piece sign and smiled. "Sup, Elliot?"
Elliot tilted her head at her. "You're not... mad at me?"
Max tilted her head the other way. "No I'm.... not..." She said. "Should I be?"
Elliot threw her hands into the air. "Well you did a good job of going off on me yesterday!"
Max grinned. "Yeah, I did..."
"So.. you're not mad at me...?"
"Nah. Yesterday was a week point. It's all good in the hood, my home slice."
"Home slice?"
"Yeah." Max smiled and stood up, gathering her notebook and walking off.
Perry threw his feet off the side of the bed and stood up. "Yyyep," he said. "Leaving now."
"But, you shouldn't move too much!" Carla said.
"For goodness sake, Carla, I know what I can and can't do."
Carla rolled her eyes at him, and he rolled his eyes back.
"Do people enjoy rolling their eyes...?"
It was almost like Max appeared in their room. Carla jumped. "Oh my God, you scared me almost to death!"
Max grinned. She snapped a picture. "Queso!"
She glared at Perry. "Sup, Per-Per?" She smiled.
He grinned sarcastically at her. "Max," he said.
"I've almost got all the plans ready," she told him. "I just have to...."-she flipped open her notebook-"get a DJ, 'cause I my taste in music is seriously warped... An' make flyers."
He nodded. "Well, that's... good."
She looked up at the ceiling, dazed. "I can't help but feel I'm forgetting something, though..."
"I just can't help but feel like I should be apologizing..." Elliot said, staring over the cafeteria table at JD. "I mean, Max is always so nice! I feel like I need to do something for her!"
"Like what?" JD asked. "Max is super cool. And... fifteen. If she says she's fine, she's probably fine."
Elliot gave him a look. "You know nothing about teenaged girls, do you...?"
JD tilted his head, escaping into a daydream.
"You know, Tina," Dr. Cox said, pacing infront of me. "You've just stared your period. And though this might cause some problems for you, you must always wear your sanitary items. And don't you dare sit on my white couch."
He stopped infront of me and stared. A JD with blond pig tails, wearing a school-girl uniform. "Yes sir," I said, holding a math book to my chest.
"I'd be the most popular beyotch in school," he said, smiling softly to himself.
"That draws the line, Ted!" someone suddenly yelled.
Elliot and JD looked to their left to see Ted standing with his band. One of the members pulled off a bad toupee and threw it across the room. "I quit! You keep tricking us into believing that this girl wants us to perform at a party! So, I just quit!"
"Aaaw, you can't quit," Ted said, sulkily. "We need....." He thought about his words for a moment. "You're gonna quit anyways...."
"How sad..." JD mumbled.
"Yeah..." Elliot said.