Why Amy and Taylor visited the PRT (Loki Thorson)
Loki Thorson
The Iron Wordsmith
- Location
- The Land of Maple Syrup, Midgard
I couldn't help thinking about what the public thinks about Taylor and Amy walking into the PRT together. They'd need a half decent cover story at least....
[This not my best work, but the point comes across... I think.]
Arcadia Cafeteria, Monday Lunch
Several teenagers watched as The Amy Dallon, sat down in her usual spot near her sister. One brave soul finally approached her.
"So... Amy," asked Dennis.
Looking up from her salad, Amy grunted at him.
"Question for you," he continued, now that he had Amy's attention, as well as the attention of most of the room. "It's been all over PHO, but I'd like to think that our relationship over these many years.."
"You mean the one where you tell bad puns and I snark back at you to go away."
"Yes," Dennis nodded. "Anyways, the people want to know, just what is your relation to Taylor?"
To the side, Vicky snorted a mouth full of milk onto her boy friend, as she fought a losing battle to her laughter.
Amy blushed, her eyes darting around the room looking for an escape. There was none.
"Umm... well..."
"Come on Ames. You could tell me."
Seeing as she wasn't getting out of this, Amy sighed, "Fine. We, Taylor and Myself, were at the PRT this weekend because I had this idea the other day while I was working at the hospital. I happened to be on the phone with her, so when I explained my idea, Taylor volunteered to be the test subject."
"Test subject?"
"Yeah. We were at the PRT so we could work on it in a somewhat safe environment, just in case... that and Taylor wanted to use the excuse to finish getting all the Protectorates autographs. As for what we did, well..."
At that moment, as if planned, the cafeteria doors banged open and in staggered a shell shocked Taylor Hebert, her normally brown hair now a riot of colors from the rainbow, quite similar to Amy's very popular roses. But the usual confident girl seemed absent today as she tripped distractedly across the floor directly to Amy. Taylor practically droped into Amy's lap and began to whimper.
"Taylor!" Amy, Vicky, and their other friends echoed in worry. The girl cringed.
"Taylor what happened?" Amy asked gently, once the press of people pulled back a bit.
"Change it back," Taylor hoarsely whispered to Amy. "Please change my hair back."
"Of course!" Amy began to bring her brown lockes back. "But what happened Taylor?"
"I... I... sixteen..."
"Sixteen what?" asked Dennis.
Taylor looked at him with haunted eyes. "Sixteen random people have walked up to me and said, 'Taste the rainbow!', right before they licked me!"
A beat. A snort of laughter. And the teens around them were off, baying for the moon.
"It's not funny!" Taylor yelled at them. "They kept calling me Skittles!"
And with that, even Amy couldn't hold in, began to shriek with laughter.
"Et tu, Amy," Taylor began to bang her head into the table.
[This not my best work, but the point comes across... I think.]
Arcadia Cafeteria, Monday Lunch
Several teenagers watched as The Amy Dallon, sat down in her usual spot near her sister. One brave soul finally approached her.
"So... Amy," asked Dennis.
Looking up from her salad, Amy grunted at him.
"Question for you," he continued, now that he had Amy's attention, as well as the attention of most of the room. "It's been all over PHO, but I'd like to think that our relationship over these many years.."
"You mean the one where you tell bad puns and I snark back at you to go away."
"Yes," Dennis nodded. "Anyways, the people want to know, just what is your relation to Taylor?"
To the side, Vicky snorted a mouth full of milk onto her boy friend, as she fought a losing battle to her laughter.
Amy blushed, her eyes darting around the room looking for an escape. There was none.
"Umm... well..."
"Come on Ames. You could tell me."
Seeing as she wasn't getting out of this, Amy sighed, "Fine. We, Taylor and Myself, were at the PRT this weekend because I had this idea the other day while I was working at the hospital. I happened to be on the phone with her, so when I explained my idea, Taylor volunteered to be the test subject."
"Test subject?"
"Yeah. We were at the PRT so we could work on it in a somewhat safe environment, just in case... that and Taylor wanted to use the excuse to finish getting all the Protectorates autographs. As for what we did, well..."
At that moment, as if planned, the cafeteria doors banged open and in staggered a shell shocked Taylor Hebert, her normally brown hair now a riot of colors from the rainbow, quite similar to Amy's very popular roses. But the usual confident girl seemed absent today as she tripped distractedly across the floor directly to Amy. Taylor practically droped into Amy's lap and began to whimper.
"Taylor!" Amy, Vicky, and their other friends echoed in worry. The girl cringed.
"Taylor what happened?" Amy asked gently, once the press of people pulled back a bit.
"Change it back," Taylor hoarsely whispered to Amy. "Please change my hair back."
"Of course!" Amy began to bring her brown lockes back. "But what happened Taylor?"
"I... I... sixteen..."
"Sixteen what?" asked Dennis.
Taylor looked at him with haunted eyes. "Sixteen random people have walked up to me and said, 'Taste the rainbow!', right before they licked me!"
A beat. A snort of laughter. And the teens around them were off, baying for the moon.
"It's not funny!" Taylor yelled at them. "They kept calling me Skittles!"
And with that, even Amy couldn't hold in, began to shriek with laughter.
"Et tu, Amy," Taylor began to bang her head into the table.