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Sorry it's a bit short

"Oh." The Girl said, looking bored. "It's ye again." Brit flashed her a winning smile and winked.

"Yep, it's me again." She handed him another hot dog and met his eyes. He noticed that they were a perfect blue. Crystal blue.

"There's yer hotdog, now off ye go." She made a little 'run-along' motion with her hands, but he just stepped to one side and leant on the counter of her hot dog stand.

"You know I didn't just come for the hot dog."

"Wha', ye came to see me?" She snorted. "Yeah, right. Good one, womanizer." Brit nodded, watching her carefully. She kept her eyes down and refused to look at him, but he was sure he could see a smile brewing on her lips.

"Of course I came just to see you."

"Ye're a cheeky one, aincha?" She said, but there was a tint of charm in her voice that she couldn't quite suppress.

"So have you always been a rebel?" Her eyes flashed at him.

"Wha'?" He racked his brains trying to think of a way to charm her.

"I mean...individual? You don't seem like the rest of the GaGa Girls."

"Oh aye, mindless, soulless morons with cloned personalities? Not for me, tha'." His heart beat a little faster and his smile broadened.

"Me neither."

Her eyes met his briefly, locking for a moment, before she blushed slightly and focusing back on her work.

"So what's your name anyway?" She shrugged.

"It's a GaGa name, ah wouldn't waste yer breath."

There had been no one at the hot dog stand all day. People were becoming more and more afraid of going anywhere near someone like Her, she was too wild and untameable for their GaGa liking.

"And ah don't know yours yet, Mr. Mysterious." Brit tugged on his t-shirt and grinned.

"My name? Well I'm the biggest, baddest, meanest, nastiest, ugliest, most raging, rapping, rock'n'roll, sick, punk, heavy metal psycho bastard that ever got get-down funky. I'm Britney Spears." The Girl burst into hysterical laughter.

Brit looked affronted as she wiped the tears from her eyes and gathered herself together.

"And what's so funny about that?" He asked, folding his arms across his broad chest defiantly. She giggled and shook her head.

"Nothing...it's just the best name ah've ever heard in ma life!"

"Well how would you like one of your own?" The Girl looked sceptically at him.

"Me? Have a name like tha'?" She leant on one elbow provocatively, knowing that he would steal a look down her top. He did. "Do ye have one in mind?"

Brit shrugged and thought for a moment.

"How about...Meatloaf? Meat." The Girl rolled the name around her head and smiled.

"Meat?"

"Yeah, one of the greatest rock legends of all time."

"Meat." She ran one hand down the length of one arm and back up to her shoulder, hugging herself. "Ah like it."

"Well, hello Meat."

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