Room 412; Monday Morning, before Third Period.

[by137]

Waking up this morning seemed to have turned out to be rather nice. Since he was still climbing out of a very comfortable sleep, A.J. wasn't thinking a whole lot about it beyond the niceness. He had a habit of doing this. He also had a habit of failing to remember that, most of the times he woke up like this, it very rarely ended up as well as

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[morpherboy]

Marco was not a morning person on the best of days, so he simply sleepily rolled over a bit and blinked at A.J., expecting to see a hot blond. Instead, he found himself wide awake and kind of screeching.

[by137]

Well, the screeching definitely warranted a wince, and A.J., flinching, was about ten times more awake than he was a second ago. Still, the only thing he could think was, "What the fuck? Who...?" He was pretty sure he'd never even seen this guy before in his life.

"Wait..."

Okay, no, he had. This weekend, only he wasn't...

A.J.'s eyes widened. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me..." He rolled away slightly, hands to his head, feeling his hair. Not long. Not blonde. His hands went to his chest. No boobs, good. Manparts, definitely in check, but very confused.

"Son of a...We...I mean....we didn't....did we? I...errr, you....blonde..."

He gawked like a fish, words and sense completely lost.

[morpherboy]

"I'm not blond!" Marco managed in another screech. "You were! A girl!" There was a lot of screeching. And some flailing. There was definitely flailing.

[by137]

"Oh, God," A.J. groaned again, hands over his face. "I called you smushable. I don't even know who the hell you are! Why the hell was I blonde? Or a girl?"

And flirting with just about every guy in sight. And apparently more than flirting with some.