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Vying For Your Affection	By : Zarafla_Kirtan-Pherrin Category: +1 through F > An Extremely Goofy Movie Views: 1687 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Vying For Your Affection-
Paired Couple: Bradley UppercrustXMax GoofXOmar
A/N: All characters within belong to their rightful owners. If you don't like what is written therein, I suggest you find a different hobby besides bashing on fanfiction. All others, enjoy my madness! This will corrupt your mind!
It was another day at the college campus that a certain dark haired Goof kid was making his way around on his skateboard, his friends, Bobby Zimmeruski in his rollerblades and PJ Pete on his bicycle, in tow. The three college Sophomores whooped and laughed at the mere thrill of speed and exhilaration.
Finally reaching the double doors that marked the dorm building, Max jumped off his skateboard and tucked it under his arm as he headed up the concrete steps. His pals followed after him, PJ taking the bike and locking it with a chain against the railing and Bobby stepping up carefully.
"What do you think is going to be on the quiz in Chemistry?" PJ asked his friends as they approached the stairwell that led to the second floor.
"Probably something to do with atomic theory, since that's all that Mister Winthrop has been mainly talking about for two days." Max replied.
"Hey guys, why are we even talking about this stupid quiz?" Bobby asked in his usual, laid back attitude.
"'Cause if I don't pass Chem before the semester ends, my dad's gonna kill me! I already have a barely passing grade as it is..." PJ groaned. "Plus, I haven't studied for it yet, because I've been too busy trying to not fail History, and then there's-"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Bobby interrupted, putting an arm around his shoulders. "Chillax, bro... Me and Max will help ya. You can just copy our notes and then you can study for it. Piece of cake!"
Just as the three started to walk up the winding staircase, a guy with bright red, shoulder length hair bumped into Max going the opposite direction. The acoustic strapped to his back fell from his shoulders and onto the floor in a loud thud.
"Hey! Watch where you're going, idiot!" The guy yelled, picking up his acoustic and carrying it in his arms like as if he held a small child.
"Watch where I'm going? You're the one who ran into me!"
"Fuck off, Freshie..." With an extended middle finger flashed in the air, the red head in the green jacket, black tank top, and jeans headed down the main corridor and out the front doors of the building.
Cupped hands magnified Max's voice across the hallway. "That's Sophomore to you, jerk off!" He turned back to his friends, all of them making their way upstairs. "Who does he think he is, some rock star?"
"That's Omar Le Mat," Said a voice from one flight of stairs above them.
She had dark hair and a demure body structure, which a black turtleneck and soft, black pants accentuated. Her piercing blue eyes peeked out from underneath her beret in mild amusement as her lips quirked into a half smile. The woman leaned her forearms against the railing of the stairs; a messenger bag sat on the floor next to her feet.
PJ smiled widely up at her. "I thought you weren't going to be coming back for the next couple of days, Vicki."
"My folks decided to cut the trip short. How is my papa-dog?"
"Overjoyed, now that you're here!"
Both Bobby and Max exchanged exasperated glances, still not used to their friend's poetic monologue whenever Vicki Lewis was around.
"So who's Omar exactly?" Bobby queried.
Vicki walked down the steps to meet them on the landing inbetween the staircases. "He's a transfer student from Rockland University over three towns away. He's in my Creative Writing class. Today was his first day here."
"Hmmm... Any reason why he's a dick, though?" said Max.
"Hey, don't sweat it, my man. He might have had a bad day, or something. Don't let his bad vibes ruin yours."
Suddenly from the floor above them, where Vicki had been standing moments before, a voice shouted down to them.
"Oh, ladies and gentlemen, let's give a big round of applause to the scion today!" Came the sarcastic drawl of a certain Senior. "As always, she can compress the most words into the smallest idea of any person I know!"
The friends looked up and saw the detested face of the college Senior, Bradley Uppercrust the Third. His group of cronies cackled around him, with large, booming laughter coming from his body gaurd and best friend, Tank.
"What do you want, Brad?" PJ boldly yelled up the stairwell.
The Senior gave a nonchalant shrug and one of his signature smug smiles. "I thought I'd visit my favorite people in the world and see what kind of misfortune has struck them today. It's a favorite pasttime of mine."
Before any of the boys could open their mouths for a comeback, Vicki snapped her fingers. "Come on, boys, let's go. After all, there's nothing wrong with him that reincarnation won't cure."
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The four friends found themselves at the Bean Scene down the street from campus minutes later, pouring over textbooks as they drank hot coffee from plastic containers.
"So, to arrive at the electron configurations of atoms, you must know the order in which the different sublevels are filled. That means electrons enter available sublevels in order of their increasing energy. A sublevel is filled or half-filled before the next sublevel is entered. Do you get it now, PJ?" Max asked his best friend, whom was staring blankly at the page in the textbook.
"C'mon, Peej, you gotta be able to remember at least that. It's the easiest lesson in Chem!" Bobby called to him from across the table, reading a magazine in between the pages of Principia Mathematica.
"I just don't get it!" PJ finally said at last, letting his face fall onto the table. "It's hopeless!"
"Okay, think of it this way: the s sublevel can only hold two electrons, so the 1s is filled at helium, for example. The p sublevel can hold six electrons, the d sublevel can hold 10 electrons, and the f sublevel can hold 14 electrons. Like this."
On a sheet of paper, Max wrote: b[Ne]3s2/b.
PJ looked at the paper, analyzing it. "I think I'm starting to get it." He managed to say at last.
A second later, the door to the coffee shop opened. Vicki looked over from her copy of uThe Physical Principles of the Quantum Theory/u with a smirk.
"Look who decided to drop in, Max. Your favorite person."
Sure enough, when Max looked over at the doorway, he saw the red head enter with his acoustic strapped to his back. Omar Le Mat walked over to the counter and ordered black coffee in a gruff manner.
"Ugh... What's he doing here?" Max grumbled.
"Can't you tell?" She asked him, picking up her latte and sipping from it. "He's here to perform."
"Perform?"
As soon as the question fell from Max's lips, Omar had placed his coffee on the far side of the counter and walked over to the stage, the lights dimming. The red head sat upon the stool in front of the mic and turned his acoustic over his shoulder, taking a pick out of his pocket.
Strumming the chords, he began to play...
"Time's not sleeping and time won't lose... You can't win 'cause time can't lose... So stop what you're doin'..."
Bobby pulled the shades from his eyes, peering over them in surprise. "Is he doing an acoustic version of Tonight It's You?"
"Yea! He totally is!" PJ said enthusiastically, recognizing the lyrics.
"He's really talented. When he was introduced to class last hour, he demonstrated an acoustic cover of Alice Cooper's Ballad of Dwight Fry." Vicki flipped a page of her text book without even looking up. "You can't beat old classics like that."
"Hmph. If he's so talented, why doesn't he come up with his own songs?" Max asked, trying to look unimpressed.
"Omar's a starving artist, obviously. He spends little funds on himself, except to feed his creative endeavors. Hence why he wears such threadbare clothing. Whenever he gets into a creative rut, however, he then spends his time doing covers instead to try to be as good as the masters of rock themselves."
PJ looked at his girlfriend with a raised eyebrow. "How do you know so much about him?"
"Don't start thinkin' with your eyes... I don't know... Why you mean that much to me... You don't know..."
She shrugged, nonchalant. "It's what he told the class. The rest, about him being a starving artist, is from mere observation. Take it from someone who had went through that." She gave PJ a smile over her almost empty cup.
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Somewhere, far off in The Bean Scene sat a certain Senior in shadow, drinking from a mug of dark, black coffee whilst observing the new student on stage. The red head that seemed to want to make a name for himself. Omar Le Mat. The very name didn't settle well on his tongue.
So... this is who had harassed Max earlier... interesting...
As he watched the small study group get up and leave the coffee house, he stayed in his seat, contemplating this new information. Even when that Omar kid picked up his cold coffee and left, he still sat there, processing all of the things he had overheard from Vicki.
Finally, the Senior got up from his chair and placed two one dollar bills on the table and exited the underground cafe.
He was going to make sure that no one-not even this new arrival; this Canadian-would get his hands on Max Goof.
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A/N: Woo boy! Things are getting interesting real quick! And this is only the first chapter! R&R and stay tuned!
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