[BB]Dr. Crane-Totally Updated!!!!!!!!!

[scotsrockgod]

I'm so behind ... I'll never catch up on my reading!

[Dayna]

Ok, know one has been posting chapters so hears a whole bunch and sorry if they suck.

The next morning Crane was preparing for his class, but mostly for Wilhelmina. He had made of a jerk of himself and wasn’t going to do that again, he was going to get her some flowers to make up for his nasty behavior. Maybe I’ll get her flowers, roses, in fact, thought Crane. Crane smiled into his broken mirror as the voice in his head rumbled.

“Why can’t you understand, she’s going to betray you! Do yourself a favor and dump her now!” said the voice

“Why don’t you shut the hell up, I’m not asking for your help nor do I want it!” yelled Crane

“Say that you me when your humiliated by her so bad you can’t show your face at the university ever again.” said the voice.

“I don’t care what those morons at the university think.” said Crane smoothly, he was beginning to get annoyed by this voice.

“Trust me, after she unwinds you from her finger, well, I wont ruin the surprise. But I will say, Crane Crazy is a nice name for what they’ll call you.”

“Shut up, that wont happen!” Crane was so mad that when he slammed the door to the bathroom, his whole apartment shook.

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Jonathan walked the halls until he was near the office of Wilhelmina Rose, he was trying to hide the roses from the prying eyes of his students. He was so focused on getting the roses to Wilhelmina that he didn’t notice Sam Jeffries coming right up to him and tapped his shoulder.

“What!?” yelled Jonathan, mad at whoever broke his trance.

“Hello Dr. Crane, I was wondering what you did that made Mrs. Wilhelmina like you so much? Are those flowers for her?”

“What are you talking- wait, what did Wilhelmina say about me? And its none of your business to who these flowers belong to.” Said Crane, curious of what the frisky photography teacher was saying about him.

“Nothing good Crane, you’re about to be humiliated. Much more than you ever were in high school.” said the voice in his head.

“Why can’t you shut up!” yelled Crane right into Sam’s face.

“Sorry Dr. Crane, just wanted to know.” said an afraid Sam, who was know slowly backing away from the teacher.

“No, not you. What did she say again?” said Crane as he rubbed his forehead and winced as he touched the cut he had obtained the night before.

“She didn’t say anything, its what she made.” said Sam as he kept his distance.

Jonathan was confused, which he hated being, he starred past the bumbling student and saw a tall man leaving Wilhelmina’s office. Who was he? What was this idiot talking about? The more the day goes on, the more confused he became. Crane decided to figure out who came from her office later, and figure what Wilhelmina made for or about him.

“Show me” snapped Crane to the scared student. Sam nodded and walked toward Wilhelmina’s office. But instead of going inside, he walk past it and entered a door close to it. The photography class room Jonathan predicted, with he was right as he walked into the color classroom. His classroom was nothing like that, the window shades weren’t pulled up and there were no how they say “works of art” on the wall. He hated being in the room, let alone be looking for something that had to do with him. Sam led him up to what appeared to be a bulletin board. But Jonathan could not see what was posted because all of the photography students with there skirts and tie dye t-shirts were crowding it.

“Move it!” said Crane in a stern voice, making all the students jump. Crane smirked and laughed, enjoying there fear. But something was wrong, they were scared until they saw who it was, Dr. Crane. His name sprang fear for all those who majored in psychology, but now they smiled and were laughing at him. He pushed them all aside at and stared in shock as the picture he allowed Wilhelmina to take of him hung up on the bulletin wall. But it wasn’t just that, the picture of him was wrapped around a rainbow, a palm tree and various other bright images. His mouth dropped, it was horrible, everyone must think he’s a fruit. They already ridiculed him for his brains, now they had something else to laugh about.

“What the hell is this!” yelled Crane, shaking furiously. Only one student was brave enough to answer: Sam.

“Well, in class, we’ve been talking about mixing nature and regular pictures and Mrs. Rose said she would bring in one she made. That’s it right there.” Crane starred at him as his pupils dilated, she did this, how could she humiliated me! Crane grabbed “the nature art picture” and headed for the door. Leaving was easy, all the students fled from him, Crane was out of the classroom, when he felt a hand of his should.

“What Sam!” Crane had assumed it was the brown nosing student, but in fact it was Wilhelmina.

“How could you, this this-” stammered Crane as he shook the piece of art.

“Come with me Jon.” said Wilhelmina as she pulled him into her bright office

Crane said it again: “How could you do this to me? What is this!” shaking her artwork in her hand.

“This was art, until you destroyed it. How much do you really know about art?” asked Wilhelmina as she starred at her dead artwork

“I don’t know much about art but I know that I’m not associated with rainbows and palm trees!”

“What’s wrong with making a better reputation about yourself? Everyone at the university is terrified of you.”

“So what’s wrong with a little fear? And a reputation with rainbows and palm trees isn’t something I would be proud of.”

“Well, I liked it and hoped you would too. But I don’t think the psychology professor knows anything about art.”

Jonathan was so mad that he threw the artwork on the ground as well as the roses, that he somehow held on to this whole time.

“Here, these are for you.” motioning to the roses, he turned just as he saw the tears form in Wilhelmina’s eyes. Jonathan walked out of the office and went to teach his class. But it was know good, he couldn’t concentrate as all the students giggles at him. So, he went on the defensive and gave them all essays on the human psychosis that needed to be turned in before next class period. Crane was walking to his car when he spotted someone sitting on the hood of his car.

“Can’t some of you kids get your own cars to sit on!” Crane was not in the mood to deal with juveniles kids.

“Well, I’d sit on my own car, but I would have anyone to talk to.” It was the one and only Wilhelmina, whether she came to apologize or rub it in his face was up in the air. She got off his old, ugly car and stood next to Crane.

“I’m sorry Jon, I though my work was very nice and I wanted to show my class. But I should have asked before because men’s egos are far to sensitive.” Crane didn’t know whether to be mad or surprised. One things for sure, she’s unpredictable, thought Jonathan.

“Also, thanks for the roses, they were very nice despite being thrown on the floor.” Crane’s face flushed as he remembered his angry outburst.

“Do you want to go get some-” Crane was stopped short by Wilhelmina.

“Every time we go and get something to eat or drink, it turns out bad. How about we walk through the campus?”

“Um, sure.” If Wilhelmina wanted to walk through the campus, fine by him. Crane held out his arm as Wilhelmina wrapped hers’ around his.

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Rose: "so, how was the rest of your day?"
Jon: "it good if you were to disregard the giggles & smirks" he said with a wicked grin of his own forming.
Rose: "...what did you do?"
Jon: "I nuked the bastards!"
Rose: "you gave them more work"
Jon:yes! ;D

a cilli bar goes to the first person who guesses where that line came from!