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003 : Red Bull

Rating : PG

Theme : 021. Red Bull

September 26, 2007

He couldn't stay still; no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stay still. He was nearly bouncing off the walls, in fact, and scarily enough for Sam, that meant almost literally bouncing off the walls. She feared for her life.

"You're already an energetic person, why did you–"

He bounced over to her with a grin, pulling her into his arms, "Come on, Sam, I'm not going to explode or anything."

"Why in the hell did you have an energy drink?" she asked, giving him a stern look, pulling back slightly.

"I have a lot of homework to do, so I figured that it would help me get focused," he reasoned, figuring it to be the simplest thing in the world. "Right?"

"You're probably going to be even more distracted. You know that, right?" she dead-panned, rolling her eyes with a smile at his attitude.

"Especially if you're here," he added with a cheeky grin.

Giving him another look, she moved out of his grasp and placed a hand on her hip. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"Sam," his gaze lowered as he leaned down and pressed his forehead to hers lovingly, "whenever you're around my mind wanders to things more interesting than homework. You know what I mean, I see you do it, too, sometimes. Do you think I'd choose Pre-Calculus over those eyes?"

"You need to drink Red Bull more often," she said, kissing him softly on the lips.

"Why?"

"You get more romantic," she grinned, then snatched the can off of the table and took a swig.

"Wait, you want some, too?" thinking of a strategy, he paused, getting a wicked glint in his eye. "I've never seen you hyper before, Sam."

"Yeah, so? What about it?" she asked, nonchalant. "It's not an impossibility."

"I want to see what happens," he stated simply, suddenly circling her like a vulture circling its prey.

"Are you kidding me?"

He shrugged, "It's better than doing math."

"I'll give you that, but–"

"But?"

"But, you need to get that done," she told him, giving him a sympathetic look as she nudged the book in his direction. "I told you I'd help, and I'm going to need a sedative soon if you don't sit down and at least make a little leeway."

"You know what I think?"

"What do you think?"

"I think that you need something," he said, the wicked smirk that was previously on his face returning, and then growing some.

"Oh no," she said, eyes widening, backing up and away from his outstretched arms.

Turning ghost, he grabbed her around the waist and intangibly flew out of his house and up into the air. The only thing that was able to hear over Sam's wails of protest?

"RED BULL GIVES YOU WINGS!"

End Note: I thought that this was silly... and I decided to share. I'm a caffeine fiend, so I felt like writing something like myself. ;)

- A