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This will probably be short and poorly written because I have no idea what the f**k I'm doing.
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{ Q } uill
I haaaaate days like these.
I stayed sprawled across the couch, one arm and one leg hanging off the sides, counting nothing in particular on the cieling with one eye open.
I'd been sent home from work early for total lack of anything to do. Unfortuneatly for me, there was a second lack of anything to do waiting for me at home.
Nothing but trash on TV { and not the good kind that I watch in secret when Lounge isn't home; the sh*tty stuff that gets cancelled after a season or two }, no junk food left in the kitchen, no housework that needed to be done...or that I was willing to do...
A small mew woke me from my near-comatose. My head rolled to look at the culprit - our six month old long-haired kitten, Prancer.
"What?"
Another mew.
"Right." I gave him a smile and kissed the top of his head, rolling off the couch and grabbing my keys. "Let's go bother Lounge."
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I had to stand on my tip-toes to see through the glass on Lounge's classroom door. Sure enough, he was being victimized by his class of disrespectful hooligans. I cracked my knuckles and turned the doorknob.
"Hiiiii, Babycakes!" I shouted upon entering, planting a kiss on my husband's cheek. "Ya' busy?"
He melted into a depressed look but raised one corner of his mouth into a smile. "Not at all. Just, you know, teaching a class."
I scanned the room then returned my attention to him.
"Real good job you're doing." His vintage-looking dusty mahogany desk squeaked as I sat cross-legged on it. "Looks like Romeo and Juliet there in the back are learning a lot." I gestured towards a young girl and boy in the back corner kissing like they thought they were in the Notebook or something. They had looked up when I had come in but continued their snogging, choosing to ignore me.
Lounge cleared his throat and got pink in the cheeks. "Now you two," he started, but I hopped up and put a finger to his lips to hush him.
"Now then," I smiled as I addressed the class. "Who's ready for a field trip?"
Of course, Lounge protested. "Quill we can't just-"
"Shhhhh, shhhh."
"QUILL that's practically-"
"SHHHHH. Shhhh."
"What are you-"
"LOUNGE."
He crossed his arms, but I saw the twinkle in his eyes, wondering what I was up to.
We lined the class up and marched them down the hallway and through the front door. It was a small class - about 10 kids - so they fit in Lounge and I's two cars when they double buckled. On the way out I hollered at Kit that I was abducting third period Calculus.
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"An arcade, Quill? really?"
"What? Isn't that educational" I batted my eyelashes at him, handing ten bucks to each student that shuffled in.
"In what world is that educational? You don't even like video games."
"You're right," I whispered as I pulled him by his tie into one of those dinosaur-shooting games with the curtains on the sides to keep the light out, which I shut. "I don't like video games."
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SURPRISE
u _ u That was all very pointless.
PRANCER IS FOR YOU WOWO.