I was ultimately bugged to the point that I acquired a migraine.

So Leanne?
Here's your fucking oneshot.

Merry Christmas.

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"Say it with me," Chantel instructed her friend, Leanne. "You ain't gon' do nothin'."

Leanne's brown eyes widened in wonder. "You ain't… I'm sorry, I can't do it."

Chantel frowned at the brunette. "Why not?"

"Because it's not proper!" Leanne protested. "Gon' isn't even a word, dude!"

"You're the one who asked me to teach you how to talk like I do!" Chantel protested.

"Yes, I know, but it's hard!" Leanne whined.

"It's not," Chantel assured. "If I can teach Stephanie, I can teach you. Now try again. You ain't gon' do nothin'."

Leanne looked at Chantel incredulously. "You hate me, don't you?"

Chantel smacked a hand to her forehead.

The woman in front of her shrugged. It wasn't her fault that she was ebonically challenged. She was raised in a freaking suburb in New York for God sakes!

"Yo, yo, yo, yo!" the two heard JTG's boisterous voice coming from down the hallway.

Chantel grinned, getting an idea. Leanne saw this and looked horrified, immediately knowing what she was thinking.

"What kind of monster are you?!" Leanne asked, looking on the verge of tears.

"You wanted to learn, and damn it, you're going to learn," Chantel laughed at the expression on her friends face "Yo, J. I need a favor…"

Oh boy.

-End-

I TOLD you I had an idea.

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