Chapter 7: The Scrungle Cafe's Local Skater Boy

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Chapter 7: the scrungle cafe's local skater boy

y/n burst into the scrungle cafe, teary eyed and brokken down, and walked back to herself and Jamie's table, where Jamie sat, looking ravenous and rageous, with two cold plates of eggs benedict.

"y/n, what was that about" he exclaimed in an accusatory manner, but clearly trying to stay composetd

"I'm sorry jabby , I just felt so hangdog and shameful, him being my ex and all"

"So nothing happened bbg?" he said inquisitively

"No" y/n responded

"Nothing at all, hornysuckle???"

"Nothing, I promise," she said assuredly, smiling over the table at him. Jamie slid her serve of eggs benedict across the table, all while maintaining eye contact. This made y/n absolutely bonkers, but she managed to control herself and keep her composure.

She took a bite out of her eggs, which were now cold, and could barely fit in her bijou, miniscule mouth.

"Not much taste on these" y/n muttered dispirited and

"Do not fret, my love" jamie said, pulling out a full 7 layered spice rack from his fanny pack

y/n simply sat in awe. "Wow he is such a dream boat, how can a girl get so lucky as to bag such a delicious sausage snag" she thought while smirking to herself

"Help yourself baby goat"

As y/n was conscientiously picking out her spices to drench her bland, flavourless eggs with, she saw panic flash across Jamie J's face as he checked his watch.

"Sorry my sheepywheepy, i have to scuttle, i have a foot modelling gig to attend to, i'll catch you on the flippity flop side, y/n" he said whipping out a 'barbie; life in the dreamhouse' skateboard from his bum bag and hurdling onto it, before swiftly and heighsteeligh skurting away.

"Cheque please" y/n loudly (well as loud a sound as her pygmy larynx could expel) stated, as she sat there in total despair, radiating euphoria and jubilance due to her new found babe, but contradicted about bandersnatch

A decision must be made, y/n thought to herself

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