"Last night, I was watching QVC and they were selling these things, ya know that fat women wear because they are too fat to it into anything else, and they're called Mu mu's!" Brent said, laughing as he squirted mustard, mayonnaise and put the lettuce, and two pickles on his chicken sandwich, as always. Two pickles in the front, none in the back, just the way he liked it.

"They're not only for fat women! They're for old women too," I said, indignantly. For some reason, I enjoyed proving Brent wrong. All the time. It was my favorite past time. I think it was because he always thought he was right, and sometimes he was, sometimes he wasn't. It annoyed me, and still does to this day.
"And why were you watching QVC anyway, Brent? Only morons watch that crap!"

"I was bored, and it was on that channel, and I didn't feel like changing it."

Nona smirked. Rachel laughed, and I frowned. Micheal sat there, looking slightly amused, and seemed to be studying his pizza intensely. Sparky just smiled, like always.

"I like info-mercials," I said, picking a piece of lettuce out of the plastic wrapper of my sandwich and tucking it back into the crevice of chicken and bread. I just didn't feel like being a bitch today, so I decided to agree with him.

Sparky's eyes lit up. "Hey!! I like that commercial with George Foreman!! You know, with that cooking grill thing?" He laughed and began his impression of the bald apron-wearing black man. Heather, Jessica, Jamie and Jessie just sat there, grinning and watching the red headed teenager try and sell a "grill thing". Michael was smirking at his friends idiocy while Brent babbled on about mu mu's. Brent never did like to change the subject if he was talking about something he found important.

"And look!! You might even burn your hand off!!" Sparky cried, holding up an imaginary grill. Nona laughed along with Rachel. Me? I was lost in thought, and staring at Michael without even realizing it.

Just then, something extraordinarily hilarious struck my attention.

"HA!" I yelled, "Ya know what I would buy!"

"Wha?" Nona asked.

"I would so buy one of those grill things...if George Foreman sold them WHILE wearing a MU MU!!" I burst out laughing, tears pricking my eyes at the thought of the shiny headed man wearing a hot pink dress.

Everyone around me cracked up, and Stephanie almost choked on her milk. Then, she DID choke on her milk which made us all laugh harder. Needless to say, Sparky stopped being George Forman.

Michael looked up. I adverted my eyes quickly.

"Moo moo," he said quietly, pronouncing it like he was some kind of farm animal.

I almost died laughing. Nona and Rachel went into hysterics. Stephanie almost spit milk across the room.

Michael smiled. "What?"

"You have no idea how hilarious you sound when you say that!" I sputtered between laughs.

"Say it again!!" Nona begged.

"No!" he said, blushing.

"Please!!" Nona and I said simultaneously.

"Nu uh," he said, smiling as if he knew something we didn't.

"Why not?" I asked.

"Why do you want me to say it again?" he asked, smiling wider.

"Because you sound so funny!! It's so out of character for you!"

He laughed. "Moo moo," he mumbled.

We all doubled over. Stephanie had tears streaming down her face, and Jamie was silently shaking in sobbing laughter.

Brent and Sparky couldn't understand our sense of humor.

We didn't really care.

Then, the lunch bell rang and we discarded our leftover remnants of lunchroom food, most of us still snickering to ourselves.

As I was walking to my locker, I felt a brush of clothing and a breath on my ear.

"Moo moo," whispered Michael.

I burst out laughing once again. He winked at me and trotted off to his 5th period class.