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Post by panic on Feb 13, 2007 18:59:30 GMT -6
((Okay, I totally ripped this off from Scrubs, but it's hysterical!)) Having made up with Joey with almost everything, Carrie finally decided to get off his lazy ass and start another class meeting for the unfortunate students who weren't in touch with their stereotypical drape hanging, nancing, tight shirt, fish net, Appletini drinking, hair styling, honey-you-can't-wear-that-with-those-shoes selves. So that's why he had set a date for the next Gay Awareness class in Eiri Yuki's classroom. He was also asleep on Eiri's desk on his back with a towel over his face in anticipation for his students. He was also dreaming... ~~ Carrie was lying flat on his back, tied down to a bed in his boxer shorts. He looked around wildy, only to see that someone in a ... maid outfit was on top of him seductively popping blowing bubble gum and popping it. And that someone was ... AREZ SMYTHE!? Oh, God, oh God, oh God wake up....Arez popped his bubble gum again, walking two fingers up Carrie's chest. "This will only hurt a little..." "O-kay..." ~~ Carrie twitched on the desk, knocking over Yuki's crystal jar which held about a million cigarette butts. He was still sleeping as the first student walked in.
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Post by Tori on Feb 13, 2007 19:16:10 GMT -6
The door gingerly opened and a large figure loomed in the doorway, wondering whether or not to proceed. Jourdon was not quite sure if this whole thing was for real or not. Perhaps it was a method of gaining dirt on people so they can tell the whole school of the homosexual students.
Just grow some balls and go in.
So he did. Cautiously, but he entered nonetheless, scared almost to sickness. Jourdon spotted someone sitting at a desk and was relieved. Jourdon wondered if he knew who Jourdon was. He had no doubt seen him before; Jourdon was kind of hard to miss. Now that Jourdon knew he wasn't the only one here, the sick feeling dimmed ever so slightly.
Biting his lip, the large boy steadily took a seat in a random desk, tapping his large foot and awaiting the arrival of more people, and the awakening of Carrie.
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Post by panic on Feb 13, 2007 19:24:39 GMT -6
~~ Damn that stupid bubble gum....Arez popped his bubble gum again, trailing his fingers down Carrie's chest again. "He doesn't have to know," *pop* "It's not like he monitors your dreams." *pop* "This is not right, Arez. You're lame, therefore I can not have sex with you!" ~~ "You're lame, therefore I can not have sex with you!" Carrie shouted out loud, spilling some of Yuki's papers on the floor. "And get your gum out of my face, you lame person in a maid's outfit."
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Post by Tori on Feb 13, 2007 19:31:21 GMT -6
Jourdon stared at Carrie, astounded. Had he heard him enter and known who he was? Jourdon had no intentions of intercourse with this person whos face he hadn't even seen yet.
Gum? What the heck? I'm not chewing gum.
And I'm not lame.
I'm not wearing a maid's outfit.
He double-checked on that last thought.
"Um..." He began, confused, "I beg your pardon?" Jourdon said uncertainly, his voice low, but not at all quiet.
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Post by panic on Feb 13, 2007 19:58:42 GMT -6
~~ Arez made a pouting face and popped his gum again. "I'm not so lame in this dream, am I?" *pop* "I'm trying reeeeally hard..." *pop* "Yeah, well keep tryin', 'cause I'm... I'm not... I'm not interested..." I'm falling under his lame spell! This can't be happening...~~ "And could you kindly take your finger off of my chest, thank you very much..." ~~ K.C. Pickers stared uncertainly at the obviously homemade sign leading into a classroom. Looking around to see if the hallway was clear, he shrugged his shoulder and pulled the door open, expecting it to be empty. He was greeted with a very tall kid in a chair addressing someone lying on a desk begging their pardon on something. Giving the place a once over, K.C. walked over to the kid seated in a desk. "Hey, what's the jist of this place?"
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Post by Tori on Feb 13, 2007 20:07:27 GMT -6
Confused again, Jourdon looked down at his hands. "Um, I don't think my finger is on your chest....are you feeling okay?"
For a moment, Jourdon wondered if this person was merely sleeptalking, but his thoughts were interrupted by the entrance of another student. Jourdon looked up at the boy with wide eyes.
"This guy's nuts," he mouthed, pointing to Carrie.
Standing up, Jourdon figured he'd be personable extended his hand to K.C. "I'm Jourdon," he said.
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Post by panic on Feb 13, 2007 20:24:47 GMT -6
Carrie swatted at the air as he rolled over on his side.
"Stop... hassling me..."
K.C. shook Jourdon's hand warmly, squeezing the had in a friendly manner, smiling widely.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Kayton Carl Pickers. You can call me K.C."
He looked over at Carrie then back at Jourdon. If this was the class, then he probably would take it just for the laziness.
"He actually might be crazy..."
He sat down next to Jourdon, sitting up straight and stiffly as they were supposed to do in the army.
"So, is this class for real, or just a big joke?"
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Post by Tori on Feb 13, 2007 20:33:10 GMT -6
Sitting down again, Jourdon shrugged his broad shoulders. "I have no idea. I'm hoping it's not a joke," he said, leaning back somewhat in his desk. "If it is, it's a pretty sick one."
Jourdon tapped his feet on the floor once more, looking back over at Carrie. "Is he sleeping, or does he really think I'm trying to have sex with him while chewing gum and touching his chest wearing a maid suit?"
I hope to God that this guy is sleeping.
"If he is sleeping, I've just been having a conversation with a sleeping guy. I thought he was talking to me....I could've sworn." Jourdon shook it off and looked back to K.C.
"Do you know who's supposed to be teaching this class?" He asked.
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Post by panic on Feb 13, 2007 21:21:48 GMT -6
~~ "Arez, I hate wax... I hate candles... I hate ear wax... I hate eyebrow waxing... I hate Brazilian waxes! I HATE WAX! Don't do this to me..." Dream Arez popped his gum, holding a lit candle over Carrie's chest. "You're so full of hate," *pop* "Let me ease some of your tension..." *pop* He deliberately tipped the candle over until it was upside dwon, driping wax. "Oopsies..." *pop* ~~ "OW! OW, IT'S BURNING, OW!! OH MY GOD, IT'S BURNING MY CHEST- AAHHH, DAMMIT!" Screaming, Carrie rolled over again hitting Yuki's chair and falling on the floor, scaring himself awake. He peered over the lip of the desk at the people gathered in the desks. Dammit...Where the hell is Joey- no no no, I can't see him right now. And I can;t see Arez right now either..."Ahem, welcome to the gay awareness class, I am your teacher Carrie Green." ~~ K.C. scratched the back of his head. "Well, if you were trying to have sex with him in a maid's outfit chewing bubble gum and touching his chest, wouldn't you be... you know, trying to have sex with him in a maid's outfit chewing bubble gum and touching his chest?" He grinned at the other boy, the peace being shattered by the kid on the desk screaming and falling on the ground. "Nutball."
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Post by Tori on Feb 13, 2007 22:43:30 GMT -6
Jourdon cleared his throat. "And apparently I have an overheated finger..." he added when the boy screamed about it burning his chest, ow ow ow. Ow. Ow.
Jourdon snorted.
This kid HAS to be nuts.
The student screamed and rolled off of the desk. He woke up, stood up and addressed the two students in the room. Carrie probably wasn't aware that he had been talking in his sleep.
Jourdon folded his hands on his desk and looked from K.C. over to Carrie
"Bad dream?" Jourdon asked subtly, holding a laugh behind quivering lips that were trying to twitch into a smile.
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Post by panic on Feb 13, 2007 22:51:28 GMT -6
K.C. chuckled and hid it by clearing his throat and seriously looking at the desk. He ran a hand through his short hair and flashed Jourdon a smile. This kid's all right.Sitting back in his chair and crossing his legs, K.C. put his hands behind his head. "Well, get teaching. I came here to learn." ~~ Carrie seriously looked at Jourdon. "Like you wouldn't believe..." He said, shuddering at the memory. I have got to stay away from Arez and Joey today...
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Post by Tori on Feb 13, 2007 22:57:06 GMT -6
Jourdon nodded, mocking concern. "It must've been awful," he remarked and smirked. "So, what is the lesson for today?" He asked, itching a spot on top of his head. I'm not sure why I'm here. What could they possibly teach us?Sighing, Jourdon pulled out a roll of parchment and a quill in case he needed to take notes or something and wrote "G.A.C" on top of his paper in the midnight blue ink his cousin had gotten him for christmas. Midnight blue was Jourdon's favorite color. Are we going to be the only ones here?Either there's a lot of straight people here, a lot of LATE people here, or a lot of people who are still in denial.- G.A.C -Class One: Notes
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Post by panic on Feb 13, 2007 23:04:27 GMT -6
Oh, that's right they have to learn something.... Crap. Where the hell is Joey!?Carrie massaged his temples and lay back down on the desk. "Okay, I can see we have some avid learners in the ... group of two." Tardiness leads to spankings, Joey Brown..."Well, let's start out with you as a person. Anything you have to say?" ~~ K.C. chewed his lip lost in thought. We're not going to learn anything here
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Post by Tori on Feb 13, 2007 23:09:59 GMT -6
Jourdon leaned back and yawned. "What do you mean?" he asked then pondered the thought for a moment, not really caring about himself as a person.
"Well." He began, chewing on the side of his cheek. "I'd like to think I'm a good person.." He said raising an eyebrow. "I...um...I guess I'm polite. Is this what you're getting at, 'cause I'm not following you."
I'm probably sounding really gay here.
Oh, wait...
Jourdon pulled his jacket tighter around himself in the crisp air. "What do you think, K.C.?" He asked, looking over at the other boy with tired eyes. "What kind of person are you?"
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Post by panic on Feb 13, 2007 23:21:46 GMT -6
Carrie nodded. "Good, good." He looked over at K.C. ~~ K.C. stared out the window. He opened hismouth, then closed it thinking it through. Aw, to hell with it."I'm a ... reserved person. I've- I've seen a lot of things... done a lot of things I wouldn't bring up in a conversation. I've had many losses, and I think they make me a messed up person inside." He looked over at them. "But I can't tell you that."
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