|Someone's Looking for You
Author: Mad for Figs PM
-ONE SHOT- Sometimes when you're trying to finish one thing, it's always better to wait a little bit and talk with the person who supposedly hates you with a passion. Who knows what might happen. -DIALOG ONLY-Rated: Fiction T - English - Humor - Words: 944 - Reviews: 40 - Favs: 55 - Follows: 1 - Published: 05-06-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2514173
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"Anne, Bridget's looking for you."
"Yeah, I know. I just got her message. Thanks."
"Oy, Anne! Bridget's trying to find you. She's down by the chorus room."
"She told me. I'm heading there now."
"Oh, hey, Anne-"
"Bridget wants to talk to me, yeah. I know. But thanks Chris."
"That wasn't what I wanted to tell you, but okay. Sure. I suppose Bridget's trying to find you."
"Oops, sorry. It's just that you're about third person who has to tell me something, and the other two both told me the same thing. Anyway, what were you saying?"
"James Hudson wants to talk to you."
"Why the hell would I talk to him, and vice versa? He hates me. You're his best friend, Chris, you should know that. As much as I like him, it's obvious he doesn't. How many times have I told you this anyway?
"Give him some time, he'll figure it out eventually. Plus, Bridget just wants to copy your Stat homework, so wouldn't it be more ethical to talk to James?"
"Fine. But if he insults me in anyway, I'm leaving immediately."
"Now, why in the world would I ever insult you, Anne? You're my favorite person in the entire world."
"Where the heck did you come from, James? And Chris, if you're lying about what Bridget wants-"
"I actually was. I have no idea why she needs to talk with you. Have fun with James."
"I fucking hate-"
"Dirty mouth there, Carter. We're in school babe; you might want to tone it down a bit. My virgin ears can't handle the heat."
"Oh, shut it Hudson. As if you don't curse everyday of your life."
"Generalizing already? Just because I'm such a hardcore badass doesn't mean my speech only consists of monosyllabic curse words."
"I never said that. Stop twisting my words."
"You implied it, Carter. I can see the repulsion in your eyes. You should learn to curb your temper."
"There's nothing wrong with my temper! I'm perfectly capable-"
"Again, anger management."
"Stop cutting me off, you moron. Chris said you wanted to talk, so talk already."
"Right, I did. But I like seeing you all flustered, so just keep talking."
"I'm leaving James."
"Okay, kidding. I was wondering; who are you going with to senior prom?"
"I'm wasting my time for this question? Why the hell do you care?"
"It's a secret. We don't share secrets, you know why?"
"Because you hate me."
"And I'm sure you feel the same."
"Actually that's false. I don't hate."
"Uh-huh sure. So, answer my question."
"… I never knew you went that way. I respect that though."
"Shut up Hudson, you know what I mean. Anyway, it's a last resort if neither of us gets asked to prom. But I've still got two weeks, so whatever."
"Why wouldn't you get asked to prom? I'm sure there is a ton of guys who want to ask you."
"If a ton of guys is equivalent to zero. Listen; if you're here to rub in my face the fact that you've got an endless list of girls just because you're one of the hottest guys in our school… leave me alone."
"I never said that. Stop twisting my words."
"Imitation is the best form of flattery."
"But is mockery?"
"Drop dead. So do you have a hot date to prom or no?"
"Hot date? Yes. But I just have to ask her."
"Then what the hell are you waiting for? Any girl you want is probably some major HB every guy in our school wants. Be snappy."
"Are you saying I'm shallow?"
"No, I'm not! No, shut up, stop laughing. You-"
"Wait, before you keep going. I forgot to ask you because I was having so much fun laughing at you a moment ago. Did you just say I was one of the hottest guys in the school?"
"Ah-ha. I've always known you felt that way about me. It's okay, I seem to have that speechless effect on everybody. It's my endless sex appeal, isn't it? Or my hot bod, possibly even my gorgeous blonde hair that all the girls seem to love to feel."
"James Hudson, you are the most egotistical, idiotic and sarcastic pain in the ass I have ever met in my entire life."
"Why thank you. I take that as a compliment."
"What is wrong with-!"
"… did you just kiss me?!"
"No of course not. I walked into your lips by accident."
"Again, the sarcasm. But seriously, none of this is making sense James."
"There isn't anything to make sense of here. I like you a lot and I was hoping you'd be my prom date this year. Is that difficult to understand?"
"You've got to be kidding."
"This doesn't sound reassuring, Anne."
"No, I mean, this doesn't happen in reality. You're hot, I'm not. People love you, and all of a sudden, you're asking the person you hate, who also happens to really really like you to prom. Life doesn't work that way, not in the real world.
"For starters, I don't hate you. And two, it's happening now, isn't it? How do I convince you that none of this is a lie and that in fact this is the truth, and only the truth?
"Kiss me again."
"Sure can do."