Gaggle
by Uther Pendragon
anon584c@nyx.net


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All persons here depicted, except public figures depicted as public figures in the background, are figments of my imagination and any resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.



Gaggle
by Uther Pendragon
anon584c@nyx.net


"Well I was in a rush to get to English class, and nobody was heading the other way. So I didn't duck into the girl's. Instead I undid the button there in the hall."

"Glad it was you and not Gloria. If she'd read the assignment in the hall, she'd bump into people."

"I read the assignments on the weekends. Better than Babysitting Club, a lot of the time."

"So who reads Babysitting Club books any more?"

"C'mon guys, I've bumped into people. No big deal."

"Yeah, Ashley. But she might bump into a girl."

"It was really an accident."

"Sure! We all believe you."

"Anyway, Brad was behind me, and I didn't know. 'Hey Jen,' he goes, 'turn around.' Like a fool, I do. 'What' I say."

"Brad isn't so bad."

"Isn't so good."

"You're telling me. I turn around and go 'What.' He goes, 'Just give me the view you're going to give Mr. Nicholaus.' Asshole."

"Damn straight. Mr. Nicholaus passes out grades. What does Brad do?"

"He stares."

"Who of them doesn't?"

"Ayway, I whirl back around and duck into English just as the bell was ringing."

"I'd be happy if they just looked."

"Well, this was in the halls of school. I'm sure that Brad would want more."

"You could date him and find out."

"So could you."

"No thanks. One of you could ask Megan."

"As if! I'd rather go on a date with Brad."

"I used to hate it when a boy wanted to feel my boobs. Now...."

"Now, sometimes, my boobs want to feel a boy."

"Sometimes!"

"Now, I'm happy when that's all a date wants to feel. 'Oh, let me,' they say."

"Well, that's better than Zach. He goes, 'This will make you feel wonderful.'"

"He did! Do they take lessons?"

"Well, Zach hadn't. I'm here to tell you."

"No. I mean Josh said the exact same thing."

"Josh?"

"He gave me a ride to the fair before Jerry had his license. I mean first date, not even a real date. I paid for my own rides."

"You were fifteen?"

"Just. And he was dating my sister. I had to threaten to tell Rachel."

"Should have told her anyway."

"I didn't quite. Gave her enough of a hint, though."

"John said almost the same. 'C'mon Vic; you'll like how it feels."

"They think they can do something for us we can't do for ourselves."

"As if!"

The End
Gaggle
Uther Pendragon
anon584c@nyx.net
2004/04/26
Thanks to Neneh for editing this. 
Another all-dialogue story:
"Flowers"
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