"Dishesh cho goo!" I exclaimed, munching on some more fries.
"What did 'ya say?" Charlene asked, stealing another one of Layla's potato curls.
"Th-that's the f-fifth ti-time already, Ch-Charles!" Layla scolded.
"Ew, don't call me Charles, Lays." Charlene complained.
"You c-call me La-Lays. Why c-can't I call y-you Ch-Charles?" Layla asked with a cute little pout.
"'Coz." Charlene replied with a shrug, "Right Days?"
I blink, "That sounds like right days."
"Yeah, 'coz that's what I said."
"No, what I mean is-"
"Charlene is a savage, thank you."
"I never-"
"Doubted me? Of course you wouldn't."
"How about you-"
"Shut up for my own good, yes, I will because you look like you're ready to pounce on me."
Layla giggled at our 'conversation' and enjoyed her food. Not Charlene's, but hers.
"Fight me, Layla." Charlene said, puffing her cheeks.
"Wh-what now?" Layla complained.
"You're hogging the fries all to yourself!" Charlene replied.
I sighed. Why the hell did I not choose normal friends?
Well, friend.
I ain't mentioning any names here, okay?
I was too busy thinking about the possible people(one being a person named Bucktooth Bob) that could be my friend other than-
Like I said, not mentioning any names.
-her, don't look at me like that, to be my friend. I didn't notice her stealing my fries.
"Charlene!" I scolded and hit the back of my head.
But since her head was bent down, she ended up faceplanting on Layla's salad.
"Ew!" Charlene whined, wiping herself with a handkerchief.
Layla giggled, "Cl-clumsy Charles."
"If only Travis were still here." I sighed.
"Oh yeah! What's your relationship with that hot chunk of peanut butter?" Charlene asked, "He's hot."
"Hot chunk of wha- you know what? Nevermind. Anyways, he's my brother." I replied. "And sorry, but Layvis is still a ship to sail."
"Layvis, huh?" Charlene asked and wiggled her eyebrows at Layla.
The adorable girl blushed, "Wh-what?"
Isn't that a normal stutter? Or her stutter?
"Layvis! Layvis! The ship sails now!" We sang.
"Sh... shut up!" Layla said, clearly embarassed.
"Aw, you're too precious for us, Layla." I told her.
"I know right." Charlene said with a pinch on Layla's cheek.
Layla pouted.
"Aw, Lays, you're gonna be the death of me." Charlene added.
"Don't you know 'Lays' is a chip brand?" I said as I secretly stole one of Charlene's chips.
"Yeah, I kn-" she stopped and freezed as she saw me munching on her chip, "MY CHIP!"
"Y-you're not a com-computer, Ch-Charlene, you do-don't have a ch-chip." Layla said with a snicker.
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The Sweet Kind of Crazy
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