AN: Okay, guys, here's another chapter! Sadly, June switched schools on me, so now I will have less and less to post about her on here. Sorry! Blame her parents; she didn't want to go to that stupid, snooty, private school. Darn you, June's parents!
First Friday of the new school year, and I was going over to Junes to stay the night. Normally, this would be a GREAT thing, which I guess it still was, but she'd switched schools, so we had less to talk about.
Anyways, I got there, and we basically sat on her bed for an hour, talking about how suckish our school year had been for the past week. She told me about her sexy, British, European History teacher, and I told her about my possibly-gay, slightly chunky, French teacher. We laughed at our various attempts to speak French to each other, and got a little freaked out when her little sister, Isis, started climbing all over us. But the fun didn't really start until it started to rain.
The rain started with just a little drizzle, but within a few minutes, it had expanded to full-on thunderstorm. Now, June and I had never been the most safety-conscious people, so we decided we were going to go out and play in the middle of this raging storm.
We clambered out into her really messy, overgrown backyard, rain falling all around us. When we reached her dead pool (I say dead because it didn't have any water in it and barely any lining), she pulled shampoo and conditioner out of her pocket.
"June, are you going to try to wash your hair in the rain?" I asked, staring at her as she arranged the soapy stuff on the little patio table next to us.
"Why yes, Liz, I am! How ever did you guess?" And then she proceeded to lather it up. I laughed and danced around as she tried not to get soap in her eyes. Once she'd rinsed all of the shampoo out of her hair, we decided to climb into her deadly-looking pool.
"The ladders are still intact, and the sand doesn't look too nasty." June elbowed me in the side, trying to convince me. I sighed.
"Fine, but not for too long. I don't want to get stuck in that pit." We made our way onto the little sand area that used to be the shallow end of her pool. We danced around a bit, while June rubbed conditioner in her hair. She convinced me to rub some of the citrus-y smelling shampoo on my arms, and we spent the next five minutes trying to catch one of the gajillion frogs that littered the sand around our feet.
When we finally went inside, the rain was subsiding, and we were soaked to the bone. After changing out of our wet clothes, June and I decided to make some cookies.
"We just got my dad these Star Wars cookie cutters for his birthday! It'll be fun!" And it was, for about ten minutes.
"Oh, George, why did we decide to do this?" I groaned, pounding out the cookie dough. June pressed out a couple of Death Stars.
"I don't know! We thought it would be fun?"
"Well, its not! And the X-Wing Fighters look phallic." June looked at me, a stunned look adorning her already flour-covered face. After a moment, she gave a short, barking laugh.
"They do, don't they?" I nodded, putting a couple Millennium Falcons on the cookie sheet. She laughed again, and shook her head.
"Phallic, she says." She muttered. And that was that.
About twenty minutes later, we got to eat our cookies. They tasted like butt, but we ate them anyways.
AN: What do you think? Not as funny as the first couple of chapters, but I guess it was funnier if you were there. Oh, and just so you know, I'm going to post these on Figment, too. So if you see them on there, just know that it IS actually me posting them.
Oh, and please review! M'kay?