Jennifer: Sigh….Wait, why are YOU upset? I’m the one who should be. I was going to run away with Rick Andover but SOMEBODY caught him stealing from a music store and he was put away. OBVS it was my father because he didn’t want me to see him anymore.
John: Well, it was actually me. See, I secretly love you and reported him so that you wouldn’t ruin your life with a shame on society like Rick Andover.
Jennifer: WHAT? HOW DARE YOU-
John: Shhhhhhhhh, son’t get too mad. We shouldn’t break this pose. Let’s milk this cover as long as we can. You’ll never be heard of again after this book and the next time I appear, I’ll be a rapist.
Jennifer. True. Sigh. You lean real well.
John: Thanks, you- well, I am not sure what is so great about you. You aren’t depicted with any sort of personality. But you ARE blond.
Jennifer: Not true! I play the piano! And I make out with Rick Andover real well!
John: Speaking of, so what happens to him in this book?
Jennifer: No one cares. Because at the end you swoop in and rescue me so it’s a happy ending and tying up lose ends of the plot is irrelevant.
John: Yea, even though you thought it was your father that turned in Rick and then your father had a heart attack and you refused to see him in the hospital on his death bed.
Jennifer; Yea, I am a bit of a drama queen. See! There’s another facet of my personality!
John: Well, if it hadn’t been for Liz, I never would have cleared up everything.
Jennifer: Ugh, I was wondering how she would weasel her way into this plot.
John: Well, she kept showing up mysteriously at my locker and squeezing my scrotum until I would open up to her and tell me my problems.And then she actually showed up at the hospital and faked a card from me to you so we would make up. I think the hospital made her her an honorary surgeon for fixing the love lives of some self-absorbed teenagers.
Jennifer: And I supposed Jessica somehow got some plot in this one too?
John: Yea, something about how she is manipulating her boyfriend A.J. into doing whatever she wants him to and disregarding any of his feelings. You know, a typical weekday.
Jennifer: So what is a White Lie, anyway?
John: Well, we are very white, and lies were told. Maybe it is a play on words? I don’t know.
Jennifer: Well, don’t look at me, you are the Oracle reporter. You read gooder than I do.