Mr.Mop's date

I am going to write about Mop's escapades a little more. Hey!, don't get the wrong impression. I am no Dr.Watson to this guy. And he's definitely not Sherlock Holmes. If there is ever a cool guy wearing a cap in my blog, it's got to be me. I look extra-cool wearing a cap.

After the PT master issue, the mental prowess of Mop was accepted by everyone. No one bothered him with too many questions or tricky problems.
(there is a rumor that one of Mop's close friends spread a rumor about Mop being attacked by a Dracula and Mop losing his brains....dunno who would think of such a cheap rumour, huh)

However, there was this one girl who had a weirdly different look at things,. She somehow managed to misread Mop's stupidity as bravery and reckless courage ( that must have been one Dracula-addled brain). So suddenly the campus idiot was her Indiana Jones. When Mop would go around the ground searching for his nuts, she would follow him eagerly.
I once happened to witness a conversation between them.( Mop, for whatever reason, thought she was going to stab him and hence he wouldn't let me leave the scene. I stood by his side, mopping his sweating forehead the whole time). Now how that talk ended with both of them deciding to visit the school canteen the next day(Mop was totally out of money today) is a story I'll save for later.
I happened to witness their weird-date in our stinky canteen.(If you are irritatingly curious to know why I was there, u may assume that I was recording the scene on my cam).

Conversation over a plate of stinky samosas and two glasses of lemon water (Mop wanted it to be grand, but his stingy alter-ego wouldn't even allow pepsi)..

She: you're are soooo cool Mop, no one can say such a thing to our PT master
Mop: hehehehe (mopping his forehead and looking for escape routes in case she had a knife)

She: you are soooooo quiet Mop, say something....
Mop well....hehehhehe (more sweating)
She: puhleeeeeeese...

(You must understand that when Mop's brain is subjected to too much pressure, he tends to copy other people's stuff)
Mop: uh..er..I..I'll tell you a story...
She: (excited) ooooooooh

Mop: (hesitatingly)There was once this cute girl and this guy....
She(with a girlish expression): oooh, soooo sweeeeeeeeeeeet...

Mop: They go on a date to this nice restaurant and they are eating and eating..
She: ooooooooooooooh(irritatingly girlish now)

Mop(gaining confidence): They are eating and eating and..... this is the suspence.....

Mop:shall i tell you...
She: commmonnnnn.....

Mop(grinning): i am telling you...i am breaking the suspense.

She(stupid expression, even worse than girlish): puhleeeeese tell me....do they fly in the air and start dancing...

Mop(all excited now):nah, that bollywood. Here....the guy is actually a DRACULA!!!! He suddenly bends over and bites her head off....

She (speechless):...
Mop:(eagerly)There's more! He flies home, spits here her head out and starts examining it...

That the end of the story.
(there were rumours that she puked all over him and ran away crying uncontrollably.)

I did kick Mop hard for being such an ass...
How dare he make a cheap copy of my story?!...