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Avril never had a crush on Mr. Taubenfekld, however (that is his name, y'know...he had it legally changed because "it made him want catnip more than usual" - but hot damn, it costs an average of $100...and that poor guy who's name is now Peyton Manning - liek dude you do not put all that on the line for a sporting team...
And, yes, hot damn is the best phrase teh evarrrrrr.
"Hey, Derry, let's goooooooo," Avril whined after she had put on her pink sparkly tank top, "I wannnna get there early so I can get some shit from the fondue fountians!"
"Of course, my sexpot," Deryck slurred, orange juice evident with his breath.
"Der, I told you to stop with the OJ! It's bad for you!" Av chided, "milk has all the necessary nutriets and sh!t. I wanna be alive with you until we're old, okay? STAY HEALTHY!!"
"Hmm..okay, maybe I'll get some fondue then..lol except that I hate it."
"Alright," Avril says as she tore away from their embrace and started for the door, "we better get to the awards."
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"Evannnnnn," Avril hissed into the darkness of the bathroom.
"Yea? Av?" a deep chortle responded warmly.
"Yes, it's me, come here. I have a secret for you."
Curious, Avril stepped forward, looking around for Evan.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, Evan appeared, a grin highlighting his entire face.
He quickly grabbed Avril's face and tucked his lips against hers passionately for approximately 8938275r892375893457 minutes. Yes, r is a measure of time, duuuhhhhhhh.
"I love you, Avril."
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