Que Sera Sera (Whatever Will Be Will Be)

Code Red

This book is sole purposely to help me and my writing skills and to be able to finally have a story I like out there about how I Invision Zombie!stuck. The first chapter was based upon this. http://homestuckfrackingtrash.tumblr.com/post/112369572641/zombiestuck I couldn't just read that and not do anything with it. I post when I want so sorry if your looking for a scheduled update every week. Well enjoy the show.

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Dave couldnt even pay attention to what his chemistry teacher was saying. He kept tapping his cheap, generic, red Bic pen. Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, ta-

"Would you stop that?" The brown headed girl in the desk next to him whispered.

The platinum hair boy stopped the tapping at her request. He turned his head slightly to look at the girl through his shades, the ones that the staff hated so much because of the trouble it brought from freshman year when they tried to tell him to take them off.

She kept looking at him expectantly to see if he was going to say something.

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, ta-.

"Urghh. You are a nightmare." She gritted quietly through her teeth. The Southern lad just smiled a lip locked smile and slightly cocked his head to the side.

"Its my pleasure and my responsibility."

She almost slammed her head on the desk. Dave didn't talk much, but when he did you would just wish that he'd shut up. Its not that when he talked he talked much, its because when he opened his mouth he was a complete and insufferable ass.

"Can you just do me a favor and shut up?"

His gaze fell from her to the wall right behind her going into deep thought. The smile left his lips as he nodded slightly to her. She gave a sigh of relief and you could hear the faintest "thank you" escape from the brunette girl.

Dave opened up his orange one-subject notebook and started scribbling and writing. After a few moments he tore the college ruled piece of paper from its home and held it out in front of him to inspect it. After a second or two he nodded at the paper and folded it delicately to make the sheet even into halves. As soon as the teacher turned around to face the board the shaded lad, with fast as lightning reflexes, put the note silently on the girls desk and retracted back to his.

The girl barely even noticed the motion and if it weren't for the white standing out in front of her she would have never guessed he moved, he was that fast. She quizzically looked at it, then at the boy with a vinyl album on his shirt staring out the window, not paying attention to Mrs. Willis again, and then back at the note. She carefully unfolded it and was astonished at what it said.

The paper had depicted two doors, one with the word 'up' in it, and the other with the door shut. And at the bottom of the crudely drawn doors there was one sentence written in red: Well I have effectively shut the up, so please, don't strain yourself too hard and unbundle the wad of unattractive pink polka dotted panties that is shoved up your butthole.