CHALLENGE 35

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CHALLENGE 35 - SHIP ROULETTE
Challenge: Write a short fanfiction based upon a randomly chosen pairing.

Specifics:

• Reply below (under your team's part one thread) and I will assign you two characters from the list below. To determine your pairing I will pop the list into randomizer and assign you the first two names listed.
• After you receive your

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Re: CHEERIOS - PART TWO

[hipokras]

yay crack!ship :3

being Mike (or at least, who Sue Sylvester thinks he should be)

It takes Mike exactly five minutes to pack his things. His duffel bag is stuffed with his sneakers, his unitard, and an extra plaid shirt in case he gets cold, and his iPod. His gym locker has his spare clothes and football uniform, whereas his textbooks are still in his backpack, which is still in his locker at school.

By the time his dad will come back from work, the only thing left will be the Post-It note helpfully stuck on the door.

Also, Mike Chang is now sort of homeless. He knows Tina's parents would let him stay, but he doesn't want to put them in an awkward situation. They know and like his dad, ("the Asian community is very tight"), and they'll get to know soon enough that Mike's virtually been disowned.

He leaves his mom a voicemail, and saunters into his post-lunch English class. Sitting next to Brett, it's an effort not to ask for tips on how to rock being homeless.

"You. Twinkle-toes. My office. Now."

At least it's an upgrade from "Asian... no, the other Asian."

"So you decided to take a misbegotten stand on whatever you teenage scum call principles and free will, making a mockery out of the long standing tradition your family has involving two-handed katanas and parasol-making-"

-Mike is pretty sure she's talking about someone else's cultural heritage-

"And how'd that end up working out for you?"

"I... ran away from home?"

"Let me break it down for you, Fred Astaire With No Eyes. And less ginger in your hair." (Was Fred Astaire even ginger?) "You took your first step forward into manhood. If this were a movie, it'd be a coming of age movie. You're a man now, not some gangly ballerina-aspirant who is suspiciously the only Glee clubber at this school to not have been slushied in the face."

A pause, presumably for him to correct her. He didn't dare.

"Um."

"There. It. Is. Again. Um. Who says 'um' anymore? What are you, one of those abnormally curly-haired salespeople at Underground Music Movement, which sells less music and more woollen vests? Anyone in your place would seize the opportunity being thrust up your nose here."

Opportunity? Where? The last thing he remembered was trying not to think about what he would do once the last bell rang.

"Pack your hand-woven wicker-baskets, overburdened with your meagre belongings, Twinkle Toes." He has to bite his tongue, shut himself up before he can argue that he's not a Chinese peasant fleeing from a flood to a relief camp, but even that sounds racist in his head. He's made a decision this year: he knows his people are culturally and intellectually superior, but there's no need to rub it in all their faces... He kind of forgets his train of thought when she leans forward, grabs him by a fistful of shirt, and says, "You're coming to live with me."

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