tired...

Disclaimer: I do not own, PPG.

- that night-

" Boom Booms, I made you something." Brick said to Boomer giving him a small chip.

"what's this for." Boomer said taking it. He observed it from the upside down position on the couch.

"For your voice. I know your horrible at making girl impressions, just end up sounding like a dying rat. Stick it on your forearm." Brick said. He put it on and it practically melted into his skin.

"Ah!" He shrieked. It sounded like a girl's voice. "What the heck? Why do I sound like a chipmunk?" Boomer asked.

"Oh, your voice isn't that high." Brick said. He pinched his arm and the thing fell off.

"Ow!" Boomer said normally again.

"Yup, so that's what your going to use for next week when you go to the girls' school." Brick said walking into the kitchen. "Which will give us pleanty of time to shop for enought clothes that can mix and match for 2 months."

"What? We have to go shopping to? Why do we have to act like girl too?" He asked.

"Cause when you get close enough to Bubbles, you'll be forced to go shopping, might as well act like you know something!" Brick said. Butch came down with Boomer's phone, but he got a closer look at it and realized it didn't look the same.

"What did you do to my phone?" He exclaimed. It had blue sparkle gems and a pink bow on the back. The numbers were glittered inside and, so butch told him, had a girly-er ring tone.

"I made it like a girl's. Now no one will be the wiser." Butch said.

"Good job!" Brick said.

"No! bad job! Can't girls have normal phones?" Boomer asked.

"Not with your ring-tone. Your ring tone had so many cusses, I thought it was called the "Beep" song. Then I heard the word "The" and "Every." Butch said. Boomer sinked into the couch.

"Kill me now..." He mumbled.

-Next week...-

Boomer picked his wedgie from under his skirt as he got off butch's motorcycle. Butch was wearing the dark tinted helment so they wouldn't know it was him.

"Don't do that! Frick, boomer! Act like a girl. Do the training we taught you." He said. Boomer's face tinted red as he said," But I'm so girly when I do the training..." Butch hit him on the back of the head.

"No dip, sherlock!" Butch said. "Now go!" Boomer, still flushed, started walking with a little sway in his step. But it was still too much sway for a guy. It was funnier when Brick was showing him what to do. Butch started cracking up at boomer. Boomer turned around and threw his extra pencil at him. His "hair" was in a pony tail, tied with a blue srunchie. Two blue clips in the front holding his, normally to two different sides of his head, bangs to one side. He had a dark blue polo and a mini jean skirt with blue tights under that reached his knees. And to meet up with his tights were boots. His face had the same make-up it had the first time.

(I'm going to start referring boomer as bestie and as her)

She turned around still defied as she stalked away at the still laughing butch.

"See ya at three, BABE! AHAHAHA!" Butch cracked up. Betsie walked away from him fast, her head down. Then she bumped into someone. Her things that was in her hands went flying into the air.

"Sorry!" She heard a guy's voice apologize. Betsie looked up and met with two hazel eyes. She stumbled onto her butt as she backed up. He was way to close. She watched as the guy picked up her stuff. She looked around them and saw everyone was looking at them. When he was done,she grabbed the things from him and rushed off.

"W-wait!" She heard him yell after her, but that was way too much attention for the first day. She sighed after she was outta sight. She looked around and only saw a whole bunch of kids talking.

'where the crap is the office!' she thought. She looked around helplessly before wandering around. After a couple of minutes, she came to the conclusion that she'll never find the office or the girls. She sighed when two hands slipped from infront and behind her, trapping her inbetween the lockers. She gasped as she looked up at the trapper. It was a guy with brown hair, black eyes and a shirt that said 'Mitch Rocks!'

"Hey babe." He said. His breath smelled like he forgot to brush his teeth.

"Uh...hi..." Betsie said ready to attack this guy if he made any more advances. Then he remembered another part of his training

If anyone tries to flirt with you *whispers to butch* no matter how ugly you are *talks aloud again* Use it to your advantage. Espesially if your lost.

Ugh.

"Um." She said a little nervous but none the less putting a finger on his chest. Mitch looked interested. "I need a little help...finding the office." She said with a little more flirt in the last part of the sentence.

"ooooh, you mean the closet." Mitch said.

"NO!" She exclaimed. "I meant what i said and I said what i meant." He rolled his eyes and grabbed her by the arm.

"Fine, but then can I get some sugar?" He asked, his voice laced with lust.

"Uh...sure." She said. He lead her to the office and was about to lead her inside when Betsie said,"Wait! I'm not totally helpless. You wait out here." He shrugged and sat at thw "waiting" chairs. she went inside.

-After she got the scheduale and stuff-

"Can I jump thru your window?" She asked.

"Uh what?" The principal asked.

"Out your window! Do I have to spell it for you?" Betsie asked.

"Uh, sure?" He said.

"Thanks." He watched as she moved to the window, open it and lift her leg up before she put it down.

"STOP LOOKING AT ME PERVERT!" She screamed at him.

"What? I could write you up for such-"

"You were going to look up my skirt while I climbed out the window!" She screamed. His face flushed.

"I...I was not!" He protested rather patheticly.

"Whatever! Just look away! Jeez, this school mis FULL of perverts!" She said as she resumed climbing out the window. She tripped while climbing out and fell on someone.

"oooowww..." She groaned. But Betsie's voice was harmonized with another. She looked down and saw a blond headed someone.

Bubbles!

that's all I can write for now! Sorry I took so long.