So I've been reading over a few of my stories lately. Nostalgia has made me want to write some fan fiction. My style had changed a lot, but I hope it's still to your liking.
((Maybe I can get back some of those old watchers? D: ))
13) Wait till you're in a busy crowd then yell loudly "NO HILARY! YOU CAN'T HAVE MY VIRGINITY!"
She was STILL angry. He could tell by the way she kept huffing every time he tried to talk to her…
…Or when he came close to her…
...Or when he walked into the same room…
…Or if anyone mentioned his name…
DAMMIT Okay! She was just freaking pissed off at him even though the 'licking incident' had been almost a week ago. He'd know Hilary was capable of holding a grudge, but this was getting ridiculous!
…
….
"Hilary, You're Chihuahua's giving me the evil eye…"
"Hmph!"
"Come on Hil! How long are you gonna ignore me?"
"Until you take that stupid bed ban off your butt!"
Wait, that's STILL THERE?
"…Eh heh… I kinda forgot about it actually…"
Haven't you changed your pants or showered since then, Tyson?
"…Well Yeah, but these are my faourite- WAIT! I DON'T HAVE TO EXPLAIN MYSELF TO YOUUU!"
Yes you do! I'm the author!
"No I don't!"
YES YOU DOO!
"Tyson! Stop fighting with the author!"
"…Yes Ma'am…"
"That's it! I have to get out of here for a while. I'm going shopping…!"
"HOLD ON HILARY! I'M COMING WITH YOUUUU! (Project thirteen! Here I come!)" Luckily, he always kept his list of brilliant ideas in his back pocket.
Tyson that might not be such a good idea-
…..You know what? Nevermind! Have fun! I'm just going to sit back and watch you make an idiot of yourself again.
….
…
….And I'm speaking to myself again….
Hilary sighed softly, and slung her purse up onto her shoulder. Her evil Chihuahua popped its head out of the top, eyeing Tyson as he follow the two down the street to the corner store. Even if she hadn't said anything to Tyson coming, he knew to keep at good ten feet of distance between them when Hilary was mad.
"Stupid Dog…"
"I heard that Tyson."
The blader stopped dead in his tracks, face turning white. Oh no! She was turning around! He was dead! She was going to clobber him to death, and cement him into the ground so no one would ever find his body! He just knew it! He-
"Tyson, did you remember to bring the shopping list?"
He blinked, a little surprised that she'd hadn't blown up in his face again. "Uh… Yeah…" He reached into his back pocket, and pulled out the list. With a sheepish grin, he placed the folded up paper into her outstretched hand. "See? I'm a help."
"You'd be more of a help if you stayed away from me!"
"Come on Hil, you know you love me!"
To this day, Hilary refuses to admit that her response to that question was a blush. It was just really, REALLY hot outside that day and she was getting heat stroke-
Hilary, it's the middle of the winter…
"I THOUGHT YOU WERE STAYING OUT OF THIS!"
…Fine…Fine…
…Women…
"What have I been trying to tell ya, Man?"
Yeah Tyson… Don't rub it in…
The market was surprisingly full that day. Who knew a sale on meatloaf would bring out so many people? Hilary was right at home while shopping. She was the Queen of Bargain Bins, able to wrestle with the most experienced customers for the last can of vegetable soup. She made Tyson carry the basket, which was quickly filled to the brim.
While Hilary was engaged in a rather heated tug-of-war over a box of eggs, Tyson took the opportunity to double-check his revenge list. He reached into his back pocket, tugging it triumphantly from his pocket. "Ha-ha! Two dozen eggs, One carton of Milk, three cans of soup, cheese, and salad is my next great scheme! Wait what?" He almost dropped the basket of groceries in shock.
This wasn't his revenge list! This was Hilary's grocery list! But…
But…
He'd already given her the list…
Yet here it was in his hand…
That meant…
He'd handed Hilary his revenge list by mistake.
His face paled.
The Chihuahua cackled triumphantly.
((Wait what? Chihuahua's don't cackle? Who put that in the script-!))
Hilary found Tyson about ten minutes later, sitting on a law swing and looking like the world was about to come to an end. "Jeeze, what happened to you?" She emptied her arm load of groceries into the basket, not waiting for Tyson to respond. "Well! I think that's everything." Slowly, she pulled the list out of her pocket. "Let me just double check to make sure we got everything…"
Tyson's eyes widened like a crazy person. He sprang to his feet. "NO HILARY!"
-Insert American style football tackle here-
Eggs went flying everywhere.
A can of spam hit old Mrs. Jutter in the head.
"TYSON! What the hell?"
He looked down at the girl who was currently sprawled beneath him, the list having gone flying along with their groceries. "Uh… I-I…" He looked around frantically, trying to come up with an excuse for having just tackled the girl to the ground. Everyone in the store was looking at them.
Slowly, he calmed down, the gears in his mind beginning to actually work for once in his life. He looked down at her seriously.
Hilary stared right back up at him him, stunned and a little confused. "Tyson…?"
"….Hilary…."
"W-what is it?"
"No Hilary, you can't…"
"I can't what?"
"YOU CAN'T HAVE MY VIRGINITY!"
The entire store went so silent; you could hear Hilary's Chihuahua humping her wallet.
((Money is the ultimate love, after all))
Slowly, Hilary's face went from a stunned pale to a steady redness. Embarrassment and anger quickly overcame the young girl. "TTTYSSOON YOU IDIOTTT!"
BAM
BANG
BASH
((Wait, who handed her the frozen ham?))
THUNK
XD I actually had fun writing this one! LOL Catch you all next time.
DCM