Wiggle for me, Senpai

Christmas part juan

"Babe," I whispered into Peewee's ear, sighing happily. "This fire is so romantic." Peewee shivered delightfully, pulling me the close. The fire's warmth encased us like frozen tacos, lettuce, tomato, and all. Peewee purred happily, and I felt a shiver rush to my neck. "Ah, babe, this Christmas is magnificent," he said.i nodded. "Yes, it is. I can't wait to open Presents tomorrow." I felt my tummy audibly rumble and I blushed. "Oh, goodness, this lil peppers hungry!" Peewee blushed red as well. "Must be the new baby," he said, his eyes sparkling. I felt my heart thump loudly. "Yeah...I guess we could have been daddy's," I said, sighing. Peewee looked stung, heartbroken. My baby had been taken by Raupen Grapen shortly after the news and breakup. The nurse, surprisingly, took it well, and is even now dating the Lunch Lady, Janet. She's like 60 years old, but, hey: love is love, right? "I'm so sorry. Babe, I didn't mean it like that," Peewee apologized, his arms shaking slightly. I sighed, nodding. "Babe, not your fault. I know."
Peewee had come back to me two days after the breakup, on Halloween. It was so damn romantic. He said Suisidal Jhon was too demanding, and, if were being honest, not as good a twerker. But I knew that. We all did.
Suddenly, I felt a rushing desire to kiss Peewee roughly, slid no my hands into his hair and sucking his lips delicately. Peewee blushed as I let go, panting. He didn't say anything about the kiss; he was so struck and surprised, but I knew he loved it.
"Ah, your gift. An early one," I whispered. Jhon smiled. He looked like he had an idea. I furrowed my brow, smiling confusedly, as he rubbed his hands together like an evil scientist. "Babe. I've got such a good idea."
"What?" I asked, shrugging. He smiled. "You will see, tomorrow."
I kissed his lips graciously, leading him down the hall. We went into his room, ignoring the other guests in the house, the 50th annual Wiggle Baby Christmas Ball, and cuddled and twerked for ten minutes, then fell asleep.

Hah! Did they think they could so easily get rid of me? No! I am suisidal jhon and I shall eat them! They deserve it! Peewee stole my man now, twice!
I grabbed Peewee's hand sharply, throwing him under the car. "Bitch ass mop head!" I wailed, smashing his face with my foot. I heard him cry out in pain, clutching his arms, or, rather, ugly tentacles. "Fudge nuggets!" he screamed, attempting to punch me! Hah. Too slow. I was like sonic the hedgehog, dodging his every move. "Babe!" He screamed. I recoiled for a moment. Wait. Babe? No, not right. "Shut up?" I said as I connected his fist with his own face. I wanted to chop off his stupid tentacles and make a soup out of them. I felt the pain on my face, my father hanging himself on that noOse. "NO!" I said, blocking out the image. "Stop! Stop!"

I woke up, gasping and sweating. "No!" I screamed, as Peewee grabbed me tightly and smashed his lips to my forehead. "What is it?! Babe?" he asked worriedly looking at me and then the door. "Nothing, babe, bad dream," I whispered, sighting. He held me tightly, and my ADHD and depresan starting acting up again. Classic Alfredo. "Babe, tee why," I said, snuggling into him. "Babe, goodnight. Merry Hannikukh," I said sleepily. Peewee farted. "Babe, were not Jewish," he whispered. I nodded. "Merry Sabbath," I said. Peewee rolled his eyes. "Wrong holiday. It's merry Christmas, and besides, it isn't even Christmas yet."