Teacher: It's time to learn about careers! Who hears know about careers?
Olive: *raises is hand*
Teacher: Mmm. *points at Oil* Oil! Do you know about careers?
Oil: *sticking a pencil up his nose* o-oh! Uh... hmm... something?
Teacher: eh... yes, but-
Olive: *starts waving his hand impatiently*
Teacher: Fine. Yes Olive?
Olive: As the dictionary defines it- an occupation undertaken for a significant period of a person's life and with opportunities for progress.
Teacher: ... yes. Basically summed up, What do you all want to be when you grow up? Get out a piece of paper and write down what you all want to be in life.
*everyone starts writing*
Girl: I'm gonna be an awesome scientist!!
Boy: I'm gonna be a pilot like my dad!
Oil: *draws a toaster*
Teacher: uh Oil? Why are you drawing a toaster?
Oil: oh is that not what we're doing? *erases it and draws Sonic* I'm gonna be sonic!
Teacher: Oh how fun! *looks at Olive* What about you Olive?
Olive: *pulling on his hair gently* Um... I don't know.
Teacher: Well you need to think of something or you'll get an Incomplete
Olive: N-no! I-I *looks around the room* I-I wanna be a- a- *sees a globe* T-the earth! I-I mean a model!! I wanna be a model.
Teacher: ooh! *claps her hands* a model! I thought you were gonna say like a scientist or a mathematician, Honestly a model is a better career for you.
Girl: *drops her eyes on her paper and erases scientist*
Oil: *watches her leave and looks at Olive* Ol. I know you better then anyone. Why. Would. You. Choose. Modeling?
Olive: I-I panicked! I didn't want an incomplete!! *whines*
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Age 18:
Oil: Do you still wanna do modeling?
Olive: That was like in middle school dude. *finishes up his math homework*
Oil: You would look good in a dress.
Olive: I will stab you with this pencil.
Oil: Oooor you can model like the guys do in life magazine or some shit.
Olive: Whatever.
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Olive: *walking with oil* Should we go to starbucks?
Oil: Dude!! Check it out! They're shooting famous hot women!
Olive: *blushes* Not again! *looks away*
Oil: aw come on you bi disaster! *pushes him towards the photo shoot*
Olive: Oil please!!
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I was gonna write how he got a modeling job by going there, but I didn't know how to transition it well.
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Short Stories 10
FanfictionThis time it's a picture of Homer. Also yadda yadda, Oc shit and cringe, Read at your own risk and such, OC smut and a shite ton of it!
