Fic for Steph!
100 Drunken Clowns With Bees in their Underpants.
Heyyy Stace!
Hey Kelly!
Whatcha doin?
Paintin'.
Ooo can i see?
Nope. Not until it's done.
Please?
Nope.
Pweeeease?
No.
Pwetty Pweeease with a cherry on top?
Nooo way Kelly. You have to wait!
*silence*
But-
No!
*pause*
But what are you painting?
100 drunken clowns with bees in their underpants.
Um oook, why?
Because i can.Why would you want to though?
Because i can.
Well what if you couldn't?
But i can.
What if you can't?
Can!
Can't!
Can!
Can't!
Caaaaaaaaaan!
Caaaaaaaaan't!
Stacy lunged forward, grabbed his tie, bringing him down to eye level.
Can!
She began to laugh and Clinton noticed for the first time in a long time, how white her teeth were, how flawless her pale skin was, and how
her eyes seemed to sparkle when she smiled. Then without thinking Clinton closed the gap between them, kissed her softly and passionately, but quickly pulling away before she could respond. He grinned sheepishly at Stacy, and gazing into her curious and bewildered eyes, whispered,
Can't.
Yeah i don't know what this is. But i'm bored and hyper. CAUSE I'M OUT IN THE CLUB AND I'M SIPPING THAT BUB AND YOUR NOT GONNA REACH MY TELEPHONE!