Sean POV
"...and of all things I expected her to say, she says, 'I bet you even use the bathroom and everything,' in that soft voice of hers. I lost it. The Academy doesn't train you for something like that! I...I laughed!" Owen says seeming baffled. I lose it too. I could just imagine how red Pookie went when she realized what she said!
"You laughed at Pookie? My god, Owen! Poor girl was probably mortified! This is too good," I say as I pull out my cell phone.
GROUP TEXT: BOYS
Me: So Miss Sang told Owen this morning that she bets he "even uses the bathroom and everything"
Luke: What, she thought he was a robot?
Nate: Nah. I think robots get serviced when their parts get gunked up
Gabe: That's fucking disgusting Nate
North: What the fuck were you talking to Baby about that her damn mind went there?
Owen: Language Mr. Taylor, Mr. Griffin
Victor: I'm surprised you decided to say anything, Mr. B
Kota: Are you trying to get us hours, Vic?
Me: No kidding! I'll probably get grounded for this but did anyone else notice our fearless leader evaded North's question?
Silas: Aggele has a valid point. She doesn't have much of a reference point for his personality. She has only seen him as an administrator at school until we had the pool party.
Luke: Yeah, we totally need to get him drunk around her. *evil grin*
Me: Oh god, that may be too much. Pumpkin only now realizes the O-man uses the bathroom. She doesn't need to see how well his digestive tract expels waste.
He was altogether too proud of himself.
Gabe: O-man? The fuck, Doc? Besides, everyone poops, Beauty.
Luke: Did you just quote Shrek? And I'm Beauty. I already called her.
Kota: No, you were Rapunzel
Nate: Yeah, too bad Goldielocks isn't a princess
Luke: Shut it, Ariel
Gabe: Let's get back to this O-man comment
Owen: Cinderella wants to make up for those push-ups and sit-ups we let him slack on while he was ill, I see.
Gabe: Nope, I'm good. Although I could probably get Trouble to come take care of me when I'm too sore to move
North: You better not be fucking taking advantage of Sang Baby. She doesn't need to baby your ass
Gabe: What if she offered?
North: Of course she'd fucking offer!
Silas: She's too sweet to not offer.
Kota: Didn't we agree to never talk about the princesses thing again?
Silas: Way to bring it back up
Luke: You're just sad you got stuck with Belle, Kota
Gabe: She's the only one that likes books
Kota: It would have been fine until you named North Beast
North: You're all assholes.
Silas: Assoholes we may be, but we all know you were only mad because you wanted to be Princess Jasmine
Luke: That's right! LOL!
North: She could handle herself in a fight, and she has that kickass tiger
Nathan: At least you didn't have scales
Me: Cheer up, Red. Ariel got legs in the end.
Owen: Language, gentlemen.
GROUP TEXT ALL
Sang: You know, it's rude to text and exclude the person sitting right next to you
Me: Sorry Pookie. We were only saying nice things.
Owen: Yes. It was very enlightening.
Gabe: Speaking of enlightening, maybe you can get Doc to tell us why he called Mr. B 'O-man'
Luke: Holy shit! If you two aren't watching this, she just went bright red!
Owen: Language Mr. Taylor
Nate: Now you have to tell us!
Sang: Maybe it's personal, guys
Owen: Thank you, Miss Sorenson.
North: Why did Baby just go red again?
Gabe: Maybe she's thinking about my bath
Victor: You don't have a bathtub
Gabe: Nope!
Me: You do realize we're watching the feed, right? That smug little smirk you're wearing is showing up crystal clear, Gabe
North: What the fuck did you do with Baby?
Gabe: Now, bare with me!
Kota: Don't you mean bear?
Gabe: Nope! I'm channeling my inner Luke
Luke: Hey! Don't drag me into this! Sang! Save me!
Sang: I think I'll sit this one out, and watch. Anyone have popcorn?
The bell to start homeroom rings overhead, and I look to see an especially stony faced Owen doing something with his shoes, then closing his desk drawer. I raise my eyebrows and let my restrained laughter become full-bodied. He stands, and raises one eyebrow.
"You always did have to be an instigator," he huffs. I try to pull my face into a neutral expression, but my cheeks puff out with withheld laughter. My eyes water, and chuckles escape in short, rude raspberries. Owen thrusts his shoulders back further, lifts his chin, and marches to the door with the precision of a minuteman. I was able to pause my mouth-farts to notice an odd clacking noise as he walks--much more noise than he usually allows. It could almost be considered stomping. Pfft! That's ridiculous. Owen stomping! Ha!
As soon as the door clicks shut, I bolt to his desk to see what he had been messing with in his drawer.
Inside I see a half-empty roll of quarters, and a tape dispenser. Laughter that has been building cracks out of me. I wipe the free-flowing tears off my cheeks, and shake my head. Leave it to Owen to figure out how to stomp with dignity.
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Perception
FanfictionShortly after Homecoming, Sang is forced to face just how much her Academy family has been keeping from her. The boys don't feel too guilty when they learn there's more to their little bird than they could possibly imagine. She will just have to sho...
