Debauchery

Pairing: Sneezy (Jessica) x Little Green Bitch (Ben)

Prompt: Where are they now?

Ben's POV

"You can sit in the waiting room Mr. Green Bitch."

"Noice."

As I walked into the Waiting Room, I caught a glimpse of obnoxiously curly brown hair. Oh, how I wish John Cena were here. I advert my eyes towards a black and yellow poster.

It reads, "According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible."

After attempting to ignore her, my curiosity got the best of me. "S-Sneezy?" I stutter, causing me to bloosh.

The head of curly brown locks whipped around and turned towards me.

"Wait a minute..." there was a long pause. "Who ARE you?" she said in a hushed tone. My face twisted into one of disgust... How could she not remember me?

"You know what? Forget it, sorry to bother you. And honey, you've got a big storm coming."

"Mr. Green Bitch, the doctor is ready to show you the Statue of Liberty now." stated the nurse. As I rise out of the cushioned chair, I hear a hoarse gasp from behind me.

"I-it's you.." she wheezed. And with that, I made my way down to the room where my inevitable doom awaited me. Shots shots shots sh-sh-shots repeated in my head on the way there.

Just as the doctor finishes up, he sends me off with a prescription that reads "You could take five or six doses or just one." What a strange guy.

Upon exiting the building, I saw Sneezy still in the Waiting Room. I wave goodbye to the nurse as I attempt to exit the front doors. Sneezy makes her way over to me.

I attempt to sprint forward, trying to escape the awkward encounter, but it's no good and I am met with a face full of astonishment and realization.

"S-senpai... is that you?? It's been so many years, and all this time i've been thinking about you and I wanted to tell you that you make my kokoro go doki doki~"

"I-"

Suddenly, my phone rings. Sneezy screams out of shock.

"Sorry Sneezy," I respond.

"The FitnessGram™ Pacer Test is a multistage aerobic capacity test that progressively gets more difficult as it continues. The 20 meter pacer test will begin in 30 seconds. Line up at the start. The running speed starts slowly, but gets faster each minute after you hear this signal. [beep] A single lap should be completed each time you hear this sound. [ding] Remember to run in a straight line, and run as long as possible. The second time you fail to complete a lap before the sound, your test is over. The test will begin on the word start. On your mark, get ready, start."

I look at the caller ID to find my sister Kerry calling.

"O shit waddup! It's dat boi, fresh out of the doctor's office." I say.

"Hello brother, I've been thinking about you." She says. "Are you busy right now?"

"Never don't mind about a thing!" I reassure. "I'll talk to you later though, gotta blast!"

I turn to face Sneezy again, she smiles bashfully in return.

"I gotta go, but I'll see you and your supple legs later!" She blooshes. What a tomato she has become.

I lean in for a hug but she screeches inhumanely.

"hey there buddy chum pal friend buddy pal chum bud friend fella bruther amigo pal buddy friend chummy chum chum pal i don't mean to be rude my friend pal home slice bread slice dawg but i gotta warn ya if u take one more diddly darn step right there im going to have to diddly darn snap ur neck and wowza wouldn't that be a crummy juncture, huh? do yuo want that? do wish upon yourself to come into physical experience with a crummy juncture? because friend buddy chum friend chum pally pal chum friend if you keep this up well gosh diddly darn i just might have to get not so friendly with u my friendly friend friend pal friend buddy chum pally friend chum buddy..."

"Oh jinkies, I'm sorry?" I say, unaware that she was claustrophobic.

"Nononono that's fine...heh...heh.." she said.

I scratch the back of my neck, unaware of what to say next.

"Ms. Sneezy? The doctor is ready to show you the path to becoming deceaseded" the nurse calls.

"Looks like that's the signal for me to blast!" she exclaims. With all of that enthusiasm, I thought she was going to have a stroke.

"Hey Sneezy, need my phone number?" I say slyly.

She snorts, "Please don't call me that."

I smile, "Sorry Sneezy." and with that, I give her a quick peck on the cheek and run away while she begins to scream.