Just a little story I did just for fun . . . enjoy! XD

I do not own the movie 'Napoleon Dynamite' nor do I own the characters used in this story

Across the hallway to where Napoleon was standing, a young girl named Naomi was deciding who she should vote for student president; the blond good looking cheerleader or the new forerunner with the mustache?

"Mwah ha ha haa . . . mustache," she muttered to herself.

"Stop talking to yourself, god damn it!" her friend, Jess, said kicking her in the shin.

"I'm sorry! It just comes on!"

"So," she said in anticipation. "Have you made up your mind yet?"

"I think I'll vote for" – looks down at the two flyers – "Pedro!"

Naomi smiled with satisfaction while her friend, Jess, and boyfriend, Reeko, looked at her as if she were off her mind.

"Why on earth would you vote for him?"

"He looks like the sort of person who would stick to his word" she confessed, looking at the strange picture of a boy riding a unicorn.

"And Summer wouldn't?"

"No, she wouldn't!"

"I would vote for her if I were you!" Reeko said.

"Give me three good reasons why I should vote for her!"

"Because . . . she's . . . hot and blond and . . . I said hot right?"

"Dude, I'm your girl friend," she reminded him.

"Come on, Naomi" Jess begged her. "She's my friend and I really want her to win"

"Fine," she sighed. "I'll vote for Summer"

At that exact moment; Napoleon through one of the 'Vote 4 Summer' badges, coincidently, in her general direction. The badge flew across the top of the lockers, only just missing the principles head before ramming into the back of her head.

"Fine, Jerk!" she yelled at the top of her lungs. "I'm not going to vote for Summer! you didn't have to through something at me!"

After realising how very odd she would have looked, she slowly turned around to find a shocked corridor full of students and a very freaked-out principle. The whole school seemed to have gone quiet at that exact moment; everyone in the general facility was staring at poor Naomi; whose face was bright red with embarrassment.

"Good going, dumb ass!" Jess whispered to her friend.

"Sorry," Naomi apologised is a small voice as her face turned beet red.