by Tay Trefenwyd (James Han -_-)
written Saturday, 26 December 1998 © (steal this and DIE ;P)
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Tay: Wake up, lazybutt, class starts in fifteen minutes!
Wil: *SNOOORE*
Tay: Wake up!
Wil: *SNOOORE*
Tay: Wake up or we play the melted butterscotch game again.
Wil: *snorts and blinks rapidly* Okay okay, I'm up, I'm up!
Tay: *grins evilly* Takes forever to get you started.
Wil: *blushes and glowers simultaneously* I still don't understand how you and me got the same dorm room. *groggily rubs his eyes and yawns*
Tay: Oh come off it, you're the one who suggested we share this bed and move the second bed down to storage on the excuse that it'd give us more room.
Wil: If I wasn't so sleepy I'd pound you for that comment.
Tay: *raises an eyebrow* Kinky. But hurry up, you're gonna make us late.
Wil: Why don't you walk on ahead?
Tay: *makes a face* Cause you got lost trying to find the bathroom last night. Never believed it possible, but I should have known, considering it's you we're dealing with.
Wil: SHUT UP! These dorms are huge. *puts his pants on backwards*
Tay: *sighs* I still don't know how you got into this college.
*later in class*
Chemistry Professor: *speaks with German accent* So you see, I accidentally miscalculated here and this figure in this final problem is off by a few joules, but what's a few joules among friends, hah?
Students: *fake laughter, plus a few groans*
Wil: *SNOOORE*
Professor: So going back on topic, when you take a better look at the electron shells, you'll notice that they possess an arrangement that is actually quite a beautif-
Wil: *SNOOORE*
Students: *heads turn*
Professor: Ah, you there? Next to the sleeping boy?
Tay: Eh heh heh... Yes?
Professor: Can you keep your, ah, "little friend" quiet?
Tay: *embarrassed face* Sure. *gives Wil a swift kick*
Wil: *SNOO-* Huh? What? Tay, I'm not a machine! Give me some rest! *SNOOORE*
*later, at the entrance to the cafeteria*
Tay: You know, you really embarrassed me back there.
Wil: Well, you should have let me sleep in! I'm dead tired because of you and your "needs"!
Tay: *snorts* Whatever, it was YOU who got me "sexually sidetracked" yesterday when I was trying to study.
Wil: SHUDDUP!
*at a table in the cafeteria*
Girl: So Amberle, how're you liking college so far?
Amberle: It's great, Sara... though the food needs help. *tries a piece of bread* Heck, it needs professional help.
Sara: *smirks* You got that right. I thought my high school cafeteria was bad.
Amberle: *notices two guys walking by the table, each with a tray of food* Oh my... is that... Wil? WIL!
Wil: AMBERLE? *puts tray down on table, but remains standing*
Tay: Oh geez, it's you...
Amberle: *glares* Oh shut up! You're just afraid I'll steal Wil away from you.
Tay: *laughs* No no, my dear, I'd only be afraid if I thought you actually had a chance, and at the rate you're going, Satan will be buying long underwear before you take Wil from me.
Amberle: *narrows her eyes* You disgust me. You think you're so clever, writing these little self-fulfilling parodies that are nothing but twisted, perverted versions of our lives. Get a life of your own!
Wil: Uhhh, actually, he does have a life of his own. Why do you think he hasn't had time to write another parody till now?
Tay: Thank you, dear.
Amberle: *eyes get watery* Wil, whose side are you on? WAAAH! *runs out of the cafeteria weeping*
Sara: My my... Uhm, hi, I'm Sara. Care to sit down?
Tay: *rueful smile* Sure, and thanks. *sits down* I'm Tay, and as you now know, this is Wil.
Wil: Hi! *sits down and begins digging into his food* *munch munch* Mmmmmm... Reconstituted beef patties smothered in simulated mushroom gravy...
Sara: *stares at Wil* Okay. So, what was that all about with Amberle, or do I want to know?
Tay: *laughs* Long story. The short version is that she wants something I've got.
Sara: Uh-huh. So are you and Wil, like, you know, TOGETHER?
Wil: Yep! *wipes gravy off his mouth with the back of one hand and resumes eating*
Sara: Cool! Can I... watch?
Wil: *stops eating again* Hah?
Tay: Oh look, it's time to go.
Urm... END
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