AN: This idea came to me just after reading the newest chapter of Camp Magikarp, which is the chapter that my wonderful characters Larker and Carrie debuted. 833c
Really, though, what the HELL is Larker anyway? :33c Well, Carrie tries to find that out...
[And just because I can, I wrote Larker how I want to write the kid. Your mind will probably spin. Hehehe...]
Larker and Carrie were sitting on a hill, looking out at the sea. They thought that it was a good idea to come out, for whatever reason, and just sit on that hill.
…Don't judge their choices.
"Larker, are you a transgender?" Carrie asked her friend, looking over at him.
"Carrie why would you ask me something like that? Isn't my gender obvious?" Lerker exclaimed, looking shocked at Carrie's question.
"Well, YEAH, but I just wanna know!" Carrie said, moving forward a bit.
"Carrie, I'm not answering that question," he said, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
"Aw, come on!" she pouted.
"No, Carrie," Larker said, her brow wrinkling.
"But I've never met one before!" Carrie exclaimed, her eyes wide, examining Larker's face closely as if she could find all the answers from it.
"Carrie…" Larker said, in a stern tone, glaring straight at her eyes.
"Come on! Just let me take a peak in your pants!" Carrie said, her eyes shining, grabbing onto Larker's arm.
"What? Carrie, what the hell?" Larker exclaimed, and was tackled onto the ground by Carrie.
"Aw, come on! I wanna see!" the blonde girl exclaimed, tugging at Larker's belt.
"That's just too creepy and plain awkward, even for me!" Larker said, her eyes wide as she tried to restrict Carrie.
"No it's not! Now take off your pants or I'll take 'em off for you!" Carrie, a determined look on her face as she smiled down at her friend. She managed to unclasp Larker's belt and was tugging the side of his pants down.
"For the last time, no, Carrie!" Larker told her, extremely frustrated, sitting up and keeping Carrie's hands by her side. "I'm very flattered, but what you're asking is just plain ridiculous!" Larker said, face pink.
Carrie pouted. "If you were drunk, you'd let me," she whined.
"Well, I'm not drunk, so there," Larker said with finality. "So, back off, unless you want me to be creepy and try to get in your pants," he said as he released Carrie's arms from her sides.
"…Fine," Carrie grumbled, turning towards the sea, pouting.
After a while, Larker said something. "Next time, if you want to do something like at, at least want it for whore-ish reasons," Larker teased, a playful smirk in place.
"Jerk," Carrie said, and playfully shoved the black-haired girl's shoulder, grinning at her partner.