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Saturday Evening Comics. Everything Jake. #629 Fan-fic by Amy "Shit!" Amy leapt out of the bed and rushed about throwing on her socks and shoes. "huh... whaizit?" The sleeping beast mumbled from the covers. "Only that we fell asleep reading comics again and I'm two hours late! Oh my god... what will mother think?" She pauses, and makes a face, "What will your friends think?" "Listen, don't worry. Kelly..." He pauses to smother the memory of what the bastard did and continues talking with only a slight hint of anger. "Kelly has decided to stay with Jake for the rest of the vacation. My mom can vouch for your innocence, if your mom hassles you. I'm really sorry..." Amy stops getting her things together, and turns to grin at Megoth. "My innocence? You're so sweet. And you are right. Your mother is a dear woman, and my mom would believe anything she said." A strange glint enters her eyes, and she drops her stuff and moves back to the bed. Collecting the random Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy comics she brought over to show the not so willing recipient she lays them carefully on the floor. He watches her in silence, confused, until the idea springs into his head that she might not be so eager to leave anymore. The blonde crawls back into the bed, and kisses him on the cheek. "And your mother doesn't have to know everything. Does she? As long as she thinks I'm innocent..." A small blush forms on him, as he realizes that he was being hit on. Something surely impossible. Unbelievable. This blue eyed vixen was in his bed, kissing him. Him. In his frumpy jeans and an old Nintendo shirt. 'The guys will never believe this.' He thinks. ----- Jake chills in his room finishing off another round of Bomberman, old school entertainment, when the sound of laughter erupts from the kitchen, and a few minutes later Kelly skulks in. Jake turns and looks at the figure opening the window and lighting up a cigg. "Let me guess. You hit on my sister. Again. And she turned you down. Again." "It was worth a try. You know, I'm actually missing the damn college. It's hard to get a good lay around here. But it could be worse. I good be Megoth. Or you." The smooth figure grinned, and blew smoke directly in his face. "Hey, Quck you man. And blow it out the window, you know the rules!" "Yeah yeah. Don't get you're dick in a knot." "You know, I haven't spoken to Megoth since break started. What's he been up to?" Jake lit up his own cancer stick and shuts off the game. "Well, He's been slobbering over this blonde chick like she was Venus or something. I think she's just using him for his games. Can you imagine such a thing?" Kelly chuckles. "A chick?! Megoth?!" "Yeah, but he isn't getting anything. I'm pretty sure she's a lesbian." "Awww, Kelly welly get shot down?" Jake grins and finds great amusement in the fact that the master of all women keeps striking out. At least, he grins until the darker haired boy punches him squarely in the chest, knocking him on his ass. "Dude... harsh..." Jake gasps. Kelly leaves the room the same way he came in. Not happy. ---- Meanwhile, Megoth couldn't be more pleased. Moral of this story: Karma happens. Don't save over someone's game.    
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