--I'm bored and I just sat through two Dubstep PewDiePie remixes and a scary-as-Heyotch episode of it.
Enjoy Cookie losing his cool. c:--

Cookie sat bored at the small стол письменный, стол to which this room was afforded.
It was a double room; Cookie was two personalities, but as CandyPants put it, 'He was sweet and compact'. Larke, he hoped she was just talking about his being MPS.
The new guy walked into the room, wearing an out-of-season scarf and sweater and holding a small ice cream.
"Yo," he said, licking the chocolate. "Thought Ты had a date."
Cookie glared at him. "She canceled," he replied. "Her Mum is...

A/N- I'm Письмо this because I'm feeling really.... I dunno, crazy? I keep laughing. At nothing. :D

Eat. Eat it all. That's all Simon could think about. Eating Biomass. Absorbing food... it was like an itch.
But Simon was civilised. Certainly еще civilised than that foolish American from the Lysogenic Empire State. His name was.... was.... Awesome Mocha? No, not food.... Alex.... Mercer. Yes. That was him.
Simon bet there was enough Biomass in the Lysogenic Empire State to feed Great Britainfection for a week.
Don't focus on food, he thought. Focus on becoming waterborne. It'd happen eventually....

Evan's POV

It was Anabelle's fault. It was ALL Anabelle's fault. It was her fault I was clinging onto this branch for dear life. Her fault. All her fault. I'd never let this one go- Ever. Her fault. Anabelle's fault.

Clinging onto the rough branch of the tree, I didn't dare look down; I knew what I'd see.

Water.

And a large amount at that.

How dare she? How dare she drag me here. It was her fault I was clinging to the tree-branches as if my life depended on it (it did) half-naked, and scared out of my mind. I'm fine with heights, but when it's a height over a large amount of water? Ты can get fucked....

Cole's POV

That woman had one mean strike with a frying pan. Note to self; Do not mention the fact she's fragile to her face, because her response will Показать Ты just how fragile your own face was.

And then she got stuck into me about how she's not fragile, and that I'm the fragile one just because I can't do some goddamn washing-up without frying myself.

That'd be the last time I charge her laptop for her.

The night had started pretty simple, the usual for our little family; Make ужин (Anabelle brought Главная a dead man, much to my distaste) and eat ужин (Anabelle had to eat outside.)

As usual,...