fandomhigh | Lunch - Thursday 7/12

"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?"

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."

"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."

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

"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."

"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?"

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

"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.

"Streaking? Really?"

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

"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.

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?"

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

"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.

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."

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."

"Uhg," Head hit the table again. "Do it. Just dooo iiiit."

Cause Im a loser and sooner or later
You know I'll be dead
You're getting closer, you're holding the fall
Cause I'm a loser, I'm a loser, yeah...

"Thank, A.J. but apparently someone out there feels different." She raised her fist and cursed the invisible stupid music people, head still on table.

"Don't listen to them," A.J. said. "They're just doing it to get a rise out of you." He nodded, certain that they were just big bullies, all because they had mad music mojo.

"I won't. I won't try anyway." Annette raised her head. "I mean I will try not to -- look at me, I can't even talk right. Are you mad at me for having pizza with you?"

"No way," A.J. said, with sharp conviction. "That was so much fun, Annette. Why would I be mad at you for that?"

"Cause of the boyfriend," she said thinking it made sense. "I mean, I would like to do it again and if you don't want to, that's cool...and stuff."

"No," A.J. shook his head. "I'd...like to. Definitely." He tried a little bit of an encouraging smile. It's not like he expected anything anyway. Not with the thing with Corey, and...well...there'd just be less...dancing....and hips...and...closeness.

It feels so good
I can't help but wonder
I keep thinking ooo
When'll you discover
We've got the flame
I want the fire.

A.J. sighed. "Yeah. It was fun. We should do it again. Although, after today, I'm rethinking the work our way up to karaoke thing. I've had enough music for probably a lifetime."

Annette laughed, "Me too. No karaoke for awhile." She liked his smile and it made her feel better, tremendously better.

We would stand in the wind
We were free like water
Flowing down
Under the warmth of the sun
Now it's cold and we're scared
And we've both been shaken
Look at us
Man, this doesn't need to be the end..

"Umm..."

A.J. looked at Annette thoughtfully for a moment, and then he grinned again.

"So," he said, "know anywhere to get a good pair of earplugs around here?"

"Turtle and Canary," she didn't hesitate. "They sell anything and everything you need. You're one stop shop for quality goods and entertainment."

Uhhh...

"They sell Squishy's too."

"Squishies, sweet. But, I mean, like, heavy duty headphone ones. Like people using jackhammers use. That's the only way this is going to work."

Lunch - Thursday 7/12

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