Er…no relation to the song.

So, this is just for fun. Just something to put off me actually finishing some of my other stories. Oops, Did I say that out loud? Heh. Rated T, because, well, Julian. Yeah. Also, Lewis Carroll, I am so sorry for doing…this to your work. Please don't wreak vengeance on me.

Warnings: OOC-ness-I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH-short chapters, occasional damage done to the fourth wall, and over-all stupidity.

I own nothing.

Now,

*Let's Play a Love Game *

All these annotations… Jenny flipped through the dog-eared pages of the red, gold-embossed book Michael had produced earlier, Call me closed-minded, but this whole book reads like a bad trip rather than an allegorical masterpiece.

Hm, that wasn't good. Lack of sleep made Jenny's internal monologue snarky.

Stressed to the max and riddled with a sudden onset of insomnia, Jenny's now-glazed green eyes found themselves scanning over and over the mockingly playful lines of a certain Lewis Carroll poem. There were no other discernable clues hidden inside the nonsensical verses, not that she'd expected much. Julian was a first-class show off, and he didn't like to repeat any trick twice if he could help it for fear of becoming-God forbid-predictable. In another life he may have made a very good magician at kids parties.

All the same, the compendium in Jenny's hands did have something to offer, minor though it was. Obviously, surreality was the word of the day, and stories such as the included Alice in Wonderland were the ultimate lessons in all things bizarre.

Jenny had hoped that the notorious childhood classic would give her some vital insight, or readjust her mindset to help her think outside the proverbial box, but all it ended up giving her was one hell of a headache.

Well fine, Jenny shoved the volume away in frustration, maybe it will make some sense later-when I'm not sleep-deprived.

Still, even as she lay herself down on the less-than-comfortable floor of Michael's apartment and squeezed her eyes shut against the darkness, peculiar images conjured by the peculiar book continued to swim through the churning, ADD soup of over-tired thoughts wreaking havoc in her head.

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"Alice in Wonderland, hm?" Julian cut an amused glance to the unconscious blonde (who looked absolutely adorable while asleep, but don't get distracted) as he fingered the discarded book. It was a story he knew well-one might be surprised as to how many children had nightmares regarding bloodthirsty monarchs or creepily smiling felines.

Of course, Julian knew exactly what this would have to entail.

Oh, this is going to be fun.

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