Rm 508, Sunday evening
Annette crashed on her bed after the Flag Football scrimmage today. It was so much fun despite the brief lasp in her thought process when she flashed Dean to get a flag. Clearly she wasn't thinking. Or maybe she was. It led to the rest of the guys on both teams to take off their shirts. Couldn't go wrong there. Riding on Chad's leg had been kind of fun too. It was amazing that with her on one leg, Marco on the other, and Jim on his back, that Chad still made it to the end zone to score. Wow.
Turning her TV on, she flicked through it to get to the Food Network channel and watched people eating huge turkey legs at a theme park. "Yum."
Just about the time she got comfy, her phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Annettte? It's your father."
"Hi, what's up?"
"Don't what's up me young lady, I spoke to Mr. Casablancas yesterday morning."
Annette sat up on her bed and breathed hard.
"Annette? You are to have nothing else to do with that no good coke cracking--"
Click.
"Annette? It's your mother. He's not on drugs. That is such good news. But honey? Really, please don't get knocked up. The pool boy, Oh! Did I tell you I got a new pool boy? The one you chose for me just didn't do it--"
Click.
'
"Get off the phone, Mrs. Hargrove!"
"Right, goodbye dear! Please bring Dick to dinner sometime!" She giggled and yeah, Annette knew she was enjoying her scotch very much.
Click.
"Now, Annette. You are coming home after this sum--"
"I played football."
" ... "
"And I tackled someone today. And I flashed someone today. And I stole a flag even."
"What in the hell are you talking about? Did Dick slip something in your drink?"
Annette sighed, really really tired. "I slipped something into my own drink."
"Youg lady, I will not stand for this impertinence. The end of summer you are--"
"I ran away, daddy."
" ... "
"Yes, I ran away and am not coming home."
"You are at school, Annette. I swear. Have you flushed all your brain cells down the toilet?"
"No. Just the important ones."
Click.
"Llllllleave her 'lone, Hargrove. Annette? It's your moth...mot...mom. Loooove yoooouu sweeetiepie!"
Click.
Mr. Hargrove rubbed his brow.
"Got to go, daddy. They're showing how to make taffy now and I can't miss this. "
"Annette, I'm serious young lady."
"I need money, daddy."
"I'll wire some first thing in the morning."
'Thank you! Love you Bye!"
"Annette!" Grumbling, Mr. Hargrove opened his window, grabbed his paintball gun, and shot the pool boy in the ass.
Annette hung up and laid back on her bed. Her parents were totally mental. But, "Oooh, taffy!"
(ooc open if you like. probably be a linkdrop later.)
Turning her TV on, she flicked through it to get to the Food Network channel and watched people eating huge turkey legs at a theme park. "Yum."
Just about the time she got comfy, her phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Annettte? It's your father."
"Hi, what's up?"
"Don't what's up me young lady, I spoke to Mr. Casablancas yesterday morning."
Annette sat up on her bed and breathed hard.
"Annette? You are to have nothing else to do with that no good coke cracking--"
Click.
"Annette? It's your mother. He's not on drugs. That is such good news. But honey? Really, please don't get knocked up. The pool boy, Oh! Did I tell you I got a new pool boy? The one you chose for me just didn't do it--"
Click.
'
"Get off the phone, Mrs. Hargrove!"
"Right, goodbye dear! Please bring Dick to dinner sometime!" She giggled and yeah, Annette knew she was enjoying her scotch very much.
Click.
"Now, Annette. You are coming home after this sum--"
"I played football."
" ... "
"And I tackled someone today. And I flashed someone today. And I stole a flag even."
"What in the hell are you talking about? Did Dick slip something in your drink?"
Annette sighed, really really tired. "I slipped something into my own drink."
"Youg lady, I will not stand for this impertinence. The end of summer you are--"
"I ran away, daddy."
" ... "
"Yes, I ran away and am not coming home."
"You are at school, Annette. I swear. Have you flushed all your brain cells down the toilet?"
"No. Just the important ones."
Click.
"Llllllleave her 'lone, Hargrove. Annette? It's your moth...mot...mom. Loooove yoooouu sweeetiepie!"
Click.
Mr. Hargrove rubbed his brow.
"Got to go, daddy. They're showing how to make taffy now and I can't miss this. "
"Annette, I'm serious young lady."
"I need money, daddy."
"I'll wire some first thing in the morning."
'Thank you! Love you Bye!"
"Annette!" Grumbling, Mr. Hargrove opened his window, grabbed his paintball gun, and shot the pool boy in the ass.
Annette hung up and laid back on her bed. Her parents were totally mental. But, "Oooh, taffy!"
(ooc open if you like. probably be a linkdrop later.)