Title: Chick Magnet
Theme: Satchel
Pairing: None
Rating: K
3. Satchel
"Oh, Trucker," Jazz despaired, putting a hand to her face and shaking her head. "I mean…oh, Tucker."
"What?" he yelped, grabbing rather protectively at his beige man purse. The problem, however, lay in how it didn't quite look like a man purse. It looked like a woman's purse, a young girl's purse, really, as if Tucker was holding his girlfriend's bag. This was ridiculous, as Tucker did not have a girlfriend and most likely would not for quite some time…especially if he continued to wear the accessory that raised the issue in the first place.
"Why do you have that?" She sighed, her hand raising to her temple as the laughter started up behind her.
"It's a purse!" Danny crowed delightedly. "Sam, he has a purse!"
Jazz blushed for him as the two freshmen cackled. "Tucker, you're going to get beat up tomorrow morning if you wear that."
"You mean my satchel?" Tucker asked, confidently stroking the fabric.
"Oh my God! He does!" Sam gasped, having stepped into the doorway. Then, immediately, her face squinted up with mirth and she burst out laughing twice as hard as before, turning around to cling to Danny as they both doubled over.
Tucker sniffed. "It's a chick magnet."
"No," Jazz said.
"What?"
"It's not a chick magnet."
"Yeah it is!" he defended, voice squeaking. "The guy at the store said-"
"It's not a chick magnet."
"It's not a purse! It's a satchel!" he shouted, and this was clearly directed at the two behind her.
The redhead put her hands on his shoulders and sighed once more. "It's really not a chick magnet."
This made me giggle. A lot. Oh, poor Tucker. You know that he's bamboozled by the shop workers every time he goes into a store, and he comes out with all the stuff that they can't get anyone else to buy.