Slime Volleyball

"Hm? Hey Ralph, what are you doing? You keep clicking that mouse, it'll get stuck."

"Slime volleyball."

"Wha-- I take the time to hack into my sister's computer and you waste it by playing that game?"

"Sure. What else would you do?"

"Noob, at least download porn if you're gonna be wasting time."

"Can't. Gotta pay."

"No, you're just... Whatever, stand aside. Let's see what sister dear has in her history..."

"...What the hell is 'FictionPress?'"

"Dunno. Whoa, she must have like, 100 bookmarks to this site..."

"FictionPress story: Serpent's Kiss? Free Love?"

"They're all romance stories. So that's why she's always in her room..."

"No boyfriend, either. She must be --"

"--Pretty desperate, yeah. Gotta be if she flirts with you, Ralph."

"Dude, ouch."

"What kind of crap is this? 'Summary: He's perceived as a spoiled rich kid that always gets what he wants. She's seen as a cynical loner with an anger issue. But neither are truly what they seem; what happens when they begin to notice this? What happens when he "buys" her for a week?' You should read this, Ralph. Some funny shit."

"…'And how exactly did I manage to get myself forced into this, you ask? I, the most stubborn and antisocial girl within the walls of Oak Waters Academy? That one's simple, in fact, it only takes two words to answer: my twin.' Ha ha! Oh my god, Leo, you're right..."

"...Are you kidding me? This guy's been in love with her since they were in diapers, and he still hasn't professed his undying love for her? And he's the hottest guy in school in love with this antisocial goth girl? Who has a twin?"

"Yeah, right..."

"Oh my god! Leo, what are you doing? Get off my computer!"

"Aww, sis, dreaming about your 'dream' guy?"

"I'm telling you, if you don't haul your ass of my--"

"Stuck on Everoth? Or Luka, Shoe's boyfriend?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Man, that 'FictionPress' site is full of hot, sexy dream guys, isn't it, sis?"

"...I'm gonna kill you!"


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