Author's Notes: Oh wow, I can't believe I'm actually posting this. This one shot was created during English when we watched a cheesy video about prom dress code.

Warning: Stupid use of the term "bust size", California and Texas fighting over their "bust" size, language, name calling, and down right nonsense and stupidity. Reader's discretion is advised.

Disclaimer: I do not own Alfred F. Jones or the United States of America. I do, however, own the characters in this story.

Summary: "Nuh-uh! Mine are bigger!" Everyone turned to look at them. Blurting random arguments during meetings is not good, especially when you're fighting over "bust" size.

It was just another boring meeting, and everyone was spacing out as New York was talking about the problems at hand. It was quiet, except of a few coughs here and there. California and Texas were sitting next to each other; whispering back and forth about random things, like how New York liked to hear himself talk. Some how they ended up talking about "busts".

"Most of the other girls don't have chests yet." Whispered Texas.

"Nah, theirs' aren't developed yet." Replied California. "Besides, my boobs are the biggest."

"Excuse me?" Texas retorted. "I'm the one with big boobs here!"

"Nuh-uh! Mine are bigger!" California shouted aloud.

Everyone in the room turned and stared at the two girls. California's face turned red as soon as she realized that she had shouted aloud. Texas, on the other hand, didn't care if the others heard or not, she just made it worse.

"Well then," She answered, "What's your bra size?"

Half of the boys in the room tried to ignore the conversation and the burning sensation reaching their ears, while the other half listened in fascination. The girls, however, blushed at what Texas had said and looked down at the table. California looked down, a flush forming on her cheeks as she murmured something in reply.

"What was that?" asked Texas. "I'm sorry, can you speak a little louder?"

"I said," California restated. "I'm a C." Her face becoming even redder than before.

"Is that it?" Texas huffed. "I'mma double D!" She put her hands on her hips and smiled. "Almost a triple E!"

Everyone's jaw dropped. Just how stupid can she be!

New York cleared his throat. "Now if you two are don-"

"You must have gotten surgery!" California retorted. "There's just no way in hell that those are real!"

"No, they're real." Texas replied. "And I believe you're the one who had plastic surgery. There ain't no in hell that your pretty lil' nose is really, hun!"

"Excuse me! My nose is real and isn't any of your business!" California yelled. "At least I don't look like Dolly Parton!"

"You take that back you, beach bum!"

"Make me you little hick whore!"

"Bitchy Hollywood reject!"

"Slutty Texas cowgirl!"

"Spastic plastic chick!"

"Long-horn hooker!"

"That's enough!" New York shouted as he slammed his fist on the table. "Texas! California! If you two don't stop fighting, I'll-"

"You'll do what?" California and Texas asked. Sending New York death glares.

New York cleared his throat. "I guess the meeting's over. You can all go home-"

As soon as New York said that, California and Texas ran out of the meeting room.

"Hey sorry about all those things I said." California apologized.

"Don't worry! I know you didn't mean it!" Texas replied. "And you were right about the whole New-York-will-let-us-out-early-if-we-fight thing."

"You should know by now," retorted California. "I'm always right!"

Yay, it's over! ^^; I hoped you liked/enjoyed this random story! Please review and give me tips on what I need to work on or ideas for other random one shots!