Frustrations of a Teenage Genius
Summary: Justin's letter to Santa.
Written for: Britin's Dear Santa Fic Challenge, because she and Meg kept pestering me to do Justin, and she already stole Dustin from me. -Glares-
Disclaimer: If Justin was mine, he'd still be a visible character somewhere in cannon. And Rocky would still be there, torturing him for some reason or another.
Author's Note: The laptop is one that I'm rather in love with myself, if anyone's feeling particularly generous. -Stares at it longingly-
Dear Santa;
I'm not exactly sure who this is going to go to, since I've known there is no feasible way for Santa Claus to exist since I was five - hazards of being a kid genius. But Rocky won't leave me alone unless I write one of these stupid things, so fine. Here is what I'd like for Christmas:
- A boyfriend or girlfriend - at this point, I don't care which. Just someone mostly humanoid, intelligent, and easy to get along with that I can bring as a date any time I have to go out in public, because I am *really* getting sick of all the 'kid in the corner' jokes.
- A new toolkit, because Tommy keeps borrowing from mine and forgetting to return things.
- A new toolbox, preferably with an electronic lock on it. Maybe a DNA lock. Something to keep Tommy out.
- The largest container of Turtle Wax you can possibly find, and someone *else* to use it on Storm Blaster. My arms still hurt from the last *SIX TIMES* he needed to be washed.
- A new gaming high-efficiency laptop for computer programming and networking. This one would be perfect. I don't even mind too much that it's the wrong color.
- A large mini-fridge to put in my room for late-night programming projects.
- A solution to that ... 'problem' I've been having. You know the one. And I'm not going into detail with Rocky lurking over my shoulder because he's a pervert. I am not! Ignore him. He is.
- A new PS3, the high-end one with more memory on it, so I can clear my head when it's about to explode from too much homework.
- A PSP with headphones, for the same reason. And so I can use it while I'm pretending to listen to Kat's lectures about how I should be more concerned about my future.
- A Kawasaki Ninja with a matching helmet.
Many thanks to whoever's footing the bill for this,
Justin Stewart
Justin looked up from his writing with a glare. "Can I go now?" he demanded.
Rocky frowned as he read his list. "What's the Ninja for?"
Justin shrugged. "Hey, you guys all got motorcycles while you were Rangers. I got a car that takes way too much interest in my personal life and a go-cart. I want something cool that doesn't get to talk back."
There was a pause.
"Fair enough."