me:your not cool jean cuz when someone says lights out it means to shut up and sleep jean:-glares at me- me:-throws a rock at him- jean:-falls on the floor- me:-laughs at him- jean:Marco!!! me: polo!!!-runs away to my room-
Can you recommend to a store I can get that book Marco's reading from? I'd like a copy for....uh...homework related reasons....yhea. Yhea, that's it. *is impersonating a tomato*
On a side note, I so totally want someone to write a fic or something about Jean finding that book, blushing furiously as he gets all the way to Way No. 57 before flailing madly and slamming the book closed, waiting a couple hours for his face and body heat to return to their normal standards, before going to confront Marco about it. And maybe sexy times can commence soon after, with a mischeivious Marco breaking the post-coital bliss with "well one way down, wanna see how many more we can make it to before morning?" to which Jean replies with nothing more than blushes and stutters before sighing heavilly and giving into the demands of the evil freckled sex-monster that he has somehow ended up with as a best friend/ boyfriend.
That reminds me of a conversation my cousin and me had on Skype. Me: I MEAN, WHY WOULD THEY KILL MARCO!? Cousin: *note he sarcasm* Yeeaaaah, I know right.... Me: WHY WOULD THEY DO THAT?! WHY!? WHAT THE HELL WERE THEY THINKING WHEN- *Looks at screen* *puts glasses on and looks again* Are.... are you seriously going to sleep? Cousin: *muffled* uh-huh. Me: But..... BUT THEY KILLED MARCO! *Continues to rant for another 10 minutes* *looks at screen* Cousin: Zzzzzzzzz....