It looks like there are a lot of Rodrick fans out there XD Who knew so many people liked him so much?
Note: I do not know who this Jennifer Caesar is XD I just made her up. So don't go around doing a report about her, all right people? If you do… I warned you…
"Sixty-eight bottles of wine on the wall. Take one down, pass it around, sixty-seven bottles of wine on the wall. Sixty-seven bottles of wine on the wall. Take one down, pass it around, sixty-six bottles of wine on the wall. Sixty-six bottles of wine on the wall. Take one down, pass it around, sixty-five bottles of wine on the wall. Sixty-five bottles of wine on the wall. Take one down, pass it around, sixty-four bottles of w-"
"WILL YOU SHUT UP!"
Kris cringed slightly at the screaming teenager.
Rodrick let out an aggravated growl and closed his heavy metal magazine before setting it down on his bed. He sat up from his position.
"Can you stop singing that stupid song? You've been singing that for nearly an hour!"
Kris raised an eyebrow. "Actually, it's been five minutes. Next time, make the breaks shorter. I mean, you did say to have a twenty minute break. And I'm sorry for BEING BORED."
"Well you're forgiven."
He ducked when she sent a book soaring towards his direction.
"And they say books can't hurt anybody," he muttered. "Look, if you're bored, just go onto my computer."
Kris beamed. "Really?"
"Yeah, as long as you stop singing that stupid song and don't mess with my files."
A grin graced upon her appearance. "Yay!" With that, she rolled over to his computer. Rodrick grinned in satisfaction and went back to his magazine. All of a sudden, Kris burst out laughing.
"THIS IS HILARIOUS!" she exclaimed.
Rodrick looked interested. "What is?" he asked.
"Jennifer Caesar isn't the inventor of the Caesar salad you douchebag!"
Rodrick looked plain annoyed. "Well I'm sorry, but I don't know who this woman is!" There was a pause before he spoke up once more. "And stop looking at my History assignment!"
Kris suppressed a laugh, but let a smirk slide onto her face. It was to just too amusing. She exited out of his files and went onto her email account. Rodrick continued reading his magazine once more, but nearly fell off his bed when he heard her let out a high-pitched scream.
"What now?" he groaned.
Kris jumped out of her seat and started dancing around his room. "I'm chosen to participate in the annual music contest!" she yelled.
Rodrick's ears perked up.
"You mean the one that's coming up in the next two and a half months?"
Kris nodded repeatedly. "YES!"
It was Rodrick's turn to get excitedly.
The sophomore gaped and let out a small chuckle. "Wow, who knew someone like you would get into a professional competition like that?"
That stopped the female teenager short. "What do you mean someone like me?" she asked, obviously annoyed. Rodrick noticed her bottom lip stuck out as if she was pouting.
Wow, Rodrick thought, she looks kind of cute like that.
He snapped back into reality when she waved a hand in front of him. "You're just a beginner, and beginners will get owned in the contest," he answered.
Kris scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest. "Oh really? Like your music is any better."
Rodrick tossed his magazine to the side and stood up from his seat on the comfy mattress. "It is; ten times better than yours."
"Have you even heard me singing or my music yet?"
"No, but I'm pretty sure I don't want to."
"When you do, you'll be amazed, and regret saying those words."
"I don't think I will."
"Would you like to bet on that?" she asked.
"Duh! It's so obvious that you're going to lose! Only thirty groups can enter the contest, and it'll be filled with professionals. I bet you can't even make it to the top eight!"
A smirk slowly made its way to Kris's face.
"Oh, we will see about that. If I make it into the top eight, you have to be my slave for a week."
"Fine," Rodrick said, shrugging," and what if I win?"
"If you win- which you won't- I will treat you pizza for two weeks and let you take breaks off whenever you like."
Rodrick shook his head. "No."
"No?"
"If I win- which I will- you will have to…" Rodrick smirked mischievously.
Kris didn't like where this was heading. "I will have to…" she urged.
"You will have to kiss me." He lend out his hand. "Deal?"
By now, the 16 year old girl was gaping. Rodrick felt himself growing more and more amused at her responses. He decided to tease her a bit and folded his arms.
"What? Is the little singer afraid of losing the bet?" he teased.
Without another word, Kris grabbed his hand and took it into a handshake.
"Deal."
Ooooh, what an interesting bet :D Will Kris win the bet and make it into the Top Eight, or will Rodrick win and have Kris kiss him? But don't worry about it for now. They'll be some other stuff happening between right now and the music contest. Remember, it's two months and a half away!