Lunch - Thursday 7/12

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Guud murneeng stoodents! Try tu stey oooot ooff zee soon tudey. Yuoo du nut vunt tu boorst intu flemes. It heppens.

Tudey's Menoo:

-Peezza

-Muzzerella Steecks

-Seled

-Cuukeees

Comments

[by137.livejournal.com]

A.J. turned a little pink from the effort of not laughing at what started playing; he failed entirely when it came to trying to keep back a look toward Annette wondering how accurate the selection was.

"Not much," he chuckled a little. "Workshops, work, waking up to freakin' Rex Manning. I blame you."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"Rex Manning? Omigod no way!" And that was enough to have her busting out laughing. "Not...my...fault!"

[by137.livejournal.com]

"Totally your fault," A.J. insisted with false loftiness. "If it's not your fault, well, then, clearly, I'm just too sexy for..."

And, as if on cue, the music began...

Too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt
Too sexy it hu-urts.

A.J. sighed, nodded his head, and lifted a hand in a slight shrug. "See?"

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette giggled and said, "Somehow I am thinking you might just have too much time on your hands, A.J."

And then...

Too much time on my hands, it's ticking away with my sanity
I've got too much time on my hands, it's hard to believe such a calamity
I've got too much time on my hands and it's ticking away from me
Too much time on my hands, too much time on my hands
Too much time on my hands.

"Dear Lord."

[by137.livejournal.com]

A.J. laughed. "Okay, that one? So your fault."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

She ducked her head and giggled quietly, "It's so true."

[by137.livejournal.com]

"For shame," A.J. shook his head.

"Hey, Annette. You're a chick, right?"

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette raised her brows, "Last time I checked."

[by137.livejournal.com]

"That's what I thought," A.J. nodded. "You want to give me some advice on something, then?"

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

She tilted her head, "I will try." And she was very glad that he had thought her a chick.

[by137.livejournal.com]

"The hair," A.J. said, tilting his head forward a bit so it fell over his eyes, and he ran his hand through it, giving it a little shake. "You, as a chick, dig it, right?"

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Okay, that was so cute. He was just so dang cute!

"Um, yeah, A.J., I dig it, as a chick. Seriously. And if I was your girl, I would want to run my fingers through it all the time."

[by137.livejournal.com]

"HA!" A.J. said triumphantly, straightening and tucking the hair behind his ears. "I knew it. Thank you, Annette. I'm glad you see it my way."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"You're not going to explain to me what this was about even?"

[by137.livejournal.com]

"The guy teaching the How to be Awesome class told me I needed to cut my hair," A.J. explained. "I was all, 'no way, dude, chicks dig it.' He didn't believe me. So now I have proof. From a real, live chick."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"I don't think your teacher would believe you if you just told him that though. Probably you'll have to bring him proof which, really, just isn't possible and why the crap does he care what the heck your hair looks like?"

[by137.livejournal.com]

"Because it's apparently preventing me from being awesome," A.J. said as if, whatever, it was the hair that made him awesome.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"Hm, I think your hair is awesome."

Annette took a bite of her muzzerella steeck.

"I think I'm going to go streaking. Wanna come?" Yeah, outta the blue.

[by137.livejournal.com]

"Streaking? Really?"

A.J. could be down with Annette streaking, yeah....

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"I'm still considering it. I got the go ahead from my boyfriend." Which she frowned over.

Better listen now, said it ain't no joke
Let your conscience fail ya, just do the stroke
Dontcha take no chances keep your eye on top
Do your fancy dances you can't stop you just stroke me, stroke me

Say you're a winner but man you're just a sinner now...

"STREAK not STROKE!" Annette's face turned beat red and she thunked her forehead to the table.

[by137.livejournal.com]

A.J. reached over and patted the top of Annette's head lightly. "There, there," he said, and then grinned, which he did a pretty impressive job of hiding a moment of, well...confusion, really with. "Boyfriend, huh?"

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

She looked up barely and nodded, "Didn't I tell you?"

[by137.livejournal.com]

"Ahhh, no," A.J. said, with a small grunt. "I think I would have remember that."

And have...you know...if...Well, it's not like plan to...not with Corey...but it's not like he and Corey were dating, either.

Maybe it was no one's fault
I know it wasn't mine
But now that you've moved along
I guess I'm next in line
I thought we had the same ideas
But you, you proved me wrong
I've been played the fool before
But never for quite so long
Betray.

Okay, that was just a little overdramatic. A.J. frowned.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette blinked. And stared. And felt her face go read again.

"But he doesn't care like that. I could have pizza and pie with every guy in the school and he wouldn't care. I can even go streaking and he wouldn't care. Our pizza -- I... well... I haven't been out in a long time! I NEEDED it!" She was frowning. Big time.

"I'm a loser."

[by137.livejournal.com]

I'm a loser, baby....so why don't'cha kill me?

"Okay," A.J.'s frown became sterner, and he leaned forward on the table, pointing one finger upward with his eyes. "Not cool, random music thing. Not cool."

That done, he turned his attention back to Annette. "You are so not a loser, Annette."