Post by nds on Apr 19, 2010 14:55:11 GMT -5
[Christian St. Christian is sat on the curb of a sidewalk starring at the stars with Hamster Girl after buying her some blueberry frozen yogurt. He is wearing a Baltimore Orioles jersey and she has on a peach hoody with hamster ears. Hamster Girl is surrounded by balloons, a school of goldfish in bags and stuffed animals.]
HG: This is the nicest date I’ve ever been on.
CSC: This is a date?
[She looks at him with a smile and glitter in her eyes. She smells like Clearasil and chicken nuggets, but is still as cute as a bee’s knee.]
CSC: I thought we were just friends.
[She punches him in the arm.]
HG: Of course it’s a date ya big silly!
[Hamster Girl starts tucking into a New York cheesecake as St. Christian sighs and stares at the asphalt. She looks up at him with a spoon in her mouth before wrapping her arms around him like glue, her cheeks as red as a rose.]
HG: Come on cutie, don’t be depressed. You’re a great big slice of strawberry pudding pie!
[St. Christian takes a bite out of his Big Mac.]
CSC: I guess.
[Hamster Girl presses the tips of her ketchup stained fingers into his cheek and turns his face towards hers. She leans in slowly and kisses him on the lips. She then looks down and grins.]
HG: Feel better?
[St. Christian sighs in ecstasy, his heart racing out of his chest.]
CSC: You’re too sweet to get mixed up with a guy like me. I’m as oppressed as a woman.
HG: Don’t be a woman, be my boyfriend. You can’t do bad things with my arm around your waist and my hand on your butt… because I wont let you.
CSC: I can’t have a girlfriend Hamster Girl, I’m a cat.
HG: Or a dog when properly hard?
CSC: Stop trying to be nice to me!
HG: No.
[She pounces on him and smothers him with kisses.]
HG: This is the nicest date I’ve ever been on.
CSC: This is a date?
[She looks at him with a smile and glitter in her eyes. She smells like Clearasil and chicken nuggets, but is still as cute as a bee’s knee.]
CSC: I thought we were just friends.
[She punches him in the arm.]
HG: Of course it’s a date ya big silly!
[Hamster Girl starts tucking into a New York cheesecake as St. Christian sighs and stares at the asphalt. She looks up at him with a spoon in her mouth before wrapping her arms around him like glue, her cheeks as red as a rose.]
HG: Come on cutie, don’t be depressed. You’re a great big slice of strawberry pudding pie!
[St. Christian takes a bite out of his Big Mac.]
CSC: I guess.
[Hamster Girl presses the tips of her ketchup stained fingers into his cheek and turns his face towards hers. She leans in slowly and kisses him on the lips. She then looks down and grins.]
HG: Feel better?
[St. Christian sighs in ecstasy, his heart racing out of his chest.]
CSC: You’re too sweet to get mixed up with a guy like me. I’m as oppressed as a woman.
HG: Don’t be a woman, be my boyfriend. You can’t do bad things with my arm around your waist and my hand on your butt… because I wont let you.
CSC: I can’t have a girlfriend Hamster Girl, I’m a cat.
HG: Or a dog when properly hard?
CSC: Stop trying to be nice to me!
HG: No.
[She pounces on him and smothers him with kisses.]