Random Shit Addition. Part Une

Peter: Maybe you should call me sometime? *hands her something*

Rachael: Peter. This is a fortune cookie.

Peter: Break it open.

Rachael: *cracks it and pulls the slip of paper out that has his number on it* What is this sorcery?

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Rachael: *apprehensively* Peter and I are engaged...

Tony: *looks at Peter* You should have asked me first.

Peter: You aren't really my type though, Mr. Stark

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Rachael: *spouts off some sciency bullshit*

Peter: *says sciency shit back and it seems like he's flirting but he's not he's just stupid.

Rachael: *giggles*

Mary Jane:

Mary Jane: What the fuck...

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Peter: Hey, Rachael? When Harry breaks up with you will you date me?

Rachael: *chokes on her spit* Ew! No! Never! You're such an ass!

Peter: *under his breath* That was a double negative-

Peter: *gasps* That meant yes

Peter: *fist bumps the air lightly, still being quiet* Hell, Yeah! Score!

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Peter: *nervously* May I'm engaged to Rachael.

May: Oh my God... Is she pregnant?!

Peter: *fluster* What! No! No...

May: *worried* Peter, I'm to young to feel this old don't do this shit me. You're eighteen.

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Rachael: We need advice on how to be cool.

Harry: Mmh...try sunglasses, celebs were them even at night and they're pretty cool.

Peter: Yeah...sunglasses are a great idea, no one with be able to tell if I'm staring at her boobs or not.

Rachael: *gasps before elbowing his side*

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Mr. Harrington: What do you say when you answer the phone?

Mary Jane: What up!

Peter: *trying to be ghetto* Who dis?

Rachael: *somberly* No, she's dead this is her daughter.

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Rachael: And What If I can never sing again!

Peter: You know I'm tired of you feeling sorry for yourself about all this.

Rachael: I'm like Tinkerbell, Peter. I need applause to live!

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Rachael: *walks into school wearing a crop top and a skirt* *all the guys and girls are staring*

Peter: *throwing his jacket on her protectively* Here, take my jacket you look cold.

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Rachael: I'm busy

Peter: Do you think drinking thirty-six cans of redbull consecutively would make my senses more heightened or would i just die

Rachael:

Rachael: I'm on my way.

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Mary Jane: *about Rachael* She owned that song like it was her prison bitch.

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Harry: You know sometimes I look in the mirror and wonder what the fuck I'm doing with my life.

Harry: But then I remember I'm rich and it doesn't matter

Rachael: I'm rich and I've never once looked in a mirror and thought that. I usually just think ew gross what the fuck

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Rachael: Peter, can I see your physics homework?

Peter: Oh, I thought you were valedictorian and new everything.

Rachael: Yeah, I'm valedictorian because you give me your physics homework.