Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2010 20:35:56 GMT -5
“Standin’ on a corner, watchin’ all the girls watchin’ all the…” Damian trailed off as Hailey walked over to her spot, well, skipped more accurately. His head bounced along with her ‘bounce…bounce…bounce’ “bouncy, bouncy, bouncy…” he said not realizing his mic was still on.
“What was that?” she asked with a confused look.
“I…uh…what? Nothing.” He said looking down and blushing. “What was that?!” He finally got out.
“What was what?” Hailey asked swishing her skirt and skipping to her seat on the fountain.
“The ‘bouncy, bouncy, bouncy’ thing!” He cried his fingers mimicking her decent and his head bouncing right along with his hand.
“I really don’t know what you mean Damian.” She commented, a smirk playing across her features.
“SHARON!!!” he yelled. “She’s making fun of me!”
“Am not!” Hailey countered sticking her tongue out like a child
“Why I outta…” he rolled up one of the sleeves of his white sweater and marched over to her. With a smirk of his own he tugged her hair.
“SHARON!!!” She cried
“Ha…ha.” He laughed sarcastically.
“You…rotten little boy!” She pouted before snatching his hat and running off stage.
“Hey!” He yelled. “Sharon!!!”
Sharon was sitting backstage, an icepack on her aching head.
“SHARON!!!” she heard the two teenagers yelling.
“Phil,” she called softly. “You choose; producer, or teenager.
“Uh…why don’t I just call his mother, and have her talk to him?” Phil said.
“Okay…” she covered her face.
“DAMIAN!!! Your mother needs to talk to you!” He yelled.
“I told you to call his mother!” Sharon cried.
“You’re the mother hen!” Paul laughed. Seeing Sharon’s glare he stopped and tugged at his collar. “Sorry…uh….”
“He’s sorry Mommy.” Keith said slinging himself over Paul’s shoulder. “We’ll never do it again.”
“Which mother?” Damian asked walking backstage.
Sharon sighed. They might be idiots. But they were her idiots.
“What was that?” she asked with a confused look.
“I…uh…what? Nothing.” He said looking down and blushing. “What was that?!” He finally got out.
“What was what?” Hailey asked swishing her skirt and skipping to her seat on the fountain.
“The ‘bouncy, bouncy, bouncy’ thing!” He cried his fingers mimicking her decent and his head bouncing right along with his hand.
“I really don’t know what you mean Damian.” She commented, a smirk playing across her features.
“SHARON!!!” he yelled. “She’s making fun of me!”
“Am not!” Hailey countered sticking her tongue out like a child
“Why I outta…” he rolled up one of the sleeves of his white sweater and marched over to her. With a smirk of his own he tugged her hair.
“SHARON!!!” She cried
“Ha…ha.” He laughed sarcastically.
“You…rotten little boy!” She pouted before snatching his hat and running off stage.
“Hey!” He yelled. “Sharon!!!”
Sharon was sitting backstage, an icepack on her aching head.
“SHARON!!!” she heard the two teenagers yelling.
“Phil,” she called softly. “You choose; producer, or teenager.
“Uh…why don’t I just call his mother, and have her talk to him?” Phil said.
“Okay…” she covered her face.
“DAMIAN!!! Your mother needs to talk to you!” He yelled.
“I told you to call his mother!” Sharon cried.
“You’re the mother hen!” Paul laughed. Seeing Sharon’s glare he stopped and tugged at his collar. “Sorry…uh….”
“He’s sorry Mommy.” Keith said slinging himself over Paul’s shoulder. “We’ll never do it again.”
“Which mother?” Damian asked walking backstage.
Sharon sighed. They might be idiots. But they were her idiots.