Chapter 10
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Biggie Went Up To Smidge's Pod.
"Meep"
Dinkles Meeped.
"Yes You Had To Come Mr. D! Smidge Needs Help With Her Kiss With Milton Moss"
Biggie Replied.
"Meep"
Dinkles Meeped.
Biggie Looked At His Stomach.
"No I Have Not Been Gaining Weight. Why Say That?"
"Meep Meep Meep Meep Meeeep"
Dinkles Meeped.
Biggie Gasps.
"HOW INAPPROPRIATE MR. DINLES :O"
Biggie Looked Down In His Pants.
".....He's Right..."
Biggie Knocks On The Door.
"Smidgeee?"
No Response.
"Hm, Smidgeee? Everything Okay?"
Biggie Knocked Again.
Smidge Opened The Door....But Her Lips Had Different Color Lipstick On.
"WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT?!?!?"
Smidge Yelled.
"AH!"
Biggie Yelped At Smidges Lips.
"MEEP 😯"
Dinkles Meeped.
"Um Smidge....What Happend To Your Lips?"
Biggie Asked.
"I'M STRESSED AND FREAKING OUT BIGGIE! I'M STREAKESSSSING OUT!!!!!!!!"
Smidge Screamed.
Biggie Blinked.
"Okay, Clever Word Play. But Why???"
"THE KISS! I STILL HAVE TO KISS MILTON!!!!!"
Smidge Said.
"You Didn't Kiss Him Yesterday?!? What Happend??"
Biggie Questioned.
"Well, It Was Fine. We Ate And Chatted For A While..."
Smidge Said.
"Oh Well That's Good"
Biggie Smiled.
"THEN EVERY TIME HE CAME IN FOR A HUG I PANICKED AT HIS LIPS AND KEPT SHOVING DONUTS IN HIS MOUTH!"
Smidge Said.
"Oh Dear-"
Biggie Said.
"HE PUKED 3 OR 4 TIMES BUT STILL GOOD?"
Smidge Shrugged.
"Smidge, You Don't Have To Be So Stressed About This Kiss"
Biggie Said.
Smidge Started To Shed Tears.
"😭 I-I HAVE TO....I-I-IF I DON'T....HE MIGHT LOSE INTEREST IN ME...AND HE'S THE BEST THAT'S HAPPEND TO ME IN A LONG TIMEEE!!!! 😭😭😭😭"
Biggie Felt Bad.
"Awwwe...."
Smidge Sniffs.
"😤 STRONG WOMEN ALWAYS CRY!!!!!😭😭😭😭"
"DON'T CRY THEN I'LL CRY!!! WAAAAAAAA!!!!! 😭😭😭😭"
Biggie Started Crying Too.
Dinkles Just Watched.
"._____. Wtf Is Wrong With Ya'll-"
Smidge Wipes Her Nose.
"Well, There's Only One Thing To Do 😞......"
"Tell Milton What's Bugging You? :,)"
Biggie Grinned.
"...........GET GUY TO SHOOT MILTON WITH A ARROW SO HE'LL KISS ME FIRST 😆"
Smidge Blurted Out.
Biggie Blinked.
"Wait Wut-"
"THANKS BIGGIE!"
Smidge Ran Out The Pod.
Biggie Facepalms.
"Man, She Need Some Advil Or Sumthin-"
Dinkles Spoke.
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Meanwhile, Branch, Guy, And Legsly Drove The Love Bus To Bergen Town.
Guy Was Bored.
"Ugh, Why Is It So Long To Bergen Town???"
"Cause It Just Is. Took Me And Poppy 2 Days To Get There"
Branch Said.
Legsly Drove.
"No Worries Guy! We Should Be Almost There"
Guy Crossed His Arms And Sat Back.
"Hope So-"
~30 Minutes~
"Are We There Yet?"
Guy Asked.
"No"
Branch Replied.
~45 Minutes~
"Are We There Yet?"
Guy Asked.
"Not Yet"
Legsly Replied.
~2hrs~
"Legslyyyy~ Are We There Yettt?"
Guy Asked.
"No..."
Legsly Replied Sighing.
~5hrs~
"Are We There Yet??"
Guy Asked.
"No-"
Branch Replied.
~20 Minutes~
"Are We There Yet!?"
Guy Asked Again.
"Yes-"
Branch Replied.
"Really? :D"
Guy Asked.
"NO!!!"
Branch Yelled.
~4hrs~
"Are We There Yet???"
Guy Asked.
"No!"
Branch Replied.
~15 Minutes~
"Are We There Yet??????"
Guy Asked.
"NO WE ARE NOT!"
Branch Replied.
~1hr~
"ARE WE THERE YET?!?!?!"
Guy Asked Again.
"NOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Branch And Legsly Screamed.
"This Is Taking Forever! We Should've Picked A Flyer For Our Valentine's Day Vehicle"
Guy Pouts.
"You Picked It. Not Me"
Legsly Said.
"If You Picked A Flyer Guy, We Could've Been There In Less Than 20 Minutes!"
Branch Said.
"Branchhhh Amuse Me. I'm A Glitter Troll. We're Not Supposed To Be Boreddddd"
Guy Groans.
"Well, Find A Way To Entertain Yourself! -.-"
Branch Glared.
Guy Sighes.
Guy Looked At Branch, Thinking Of How To Entertain Himself.
Guy Smirks And Pokes Branch.
He Pokes Branch Again.
Branch Held In His Annoyance.
Guy Pokes Branch Again.
"Ughhhh! For 5 Minutes....Could You Not Be A Annoyance......FOR 5 MINUTES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Branch Yelled.
Guy Slowly Put His Finger Towards Branch.....
......Annnnd.....
......Poked Him :).
"AGRGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ARE WE THERE YET?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?"
Branch Screamed.
Legsly Looked Out The Window.
"We Actually Are!"
"FINALLY! NOW LET'S GET BRANCH'S VALENTINE!"
Guy Got Excited.
Branch Was Honestly Nervous To Do This.
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