Babies First
857 Words
Closing the door of her solid car, I jump down letting my feet fall into the ground in peace. A pop goes off because of the force, making me let out a quiet chuckle.
Glancing at one another with a knowing smirk, before looking back at Crack-a-jacks. Before glazing back at each other, we sprint off to the doors of wonder. Haha. Just imagine you coming out of a shopping centre to see three crazy girls pushing and shoving each other while racing across a parking lot to get to the Crack-a-Jack's doors. Yep, not crazy at all.
After a few shoves and not so pleasant words from the other two, I make it to the door first. Weird huh. Thinking that because the other two are werewolves, there are stranger and faster and will get to the door first. But I guess their lust of food clouded their thoughts from thinking smart.
Pushing the doors open, I wait for Em and Char. before Char's foot touches into the shop, I let out a quick sentence.
"Babies first." And Char doesn't balance in time, making her fall to the ground with a thud. Giving us the attention of others. And you know what, Char could have gotten up so others would mind their own business, but have I forgot to tell you. She isn't that smart.
So here she was gaining everyone's attention to the floor, to see her laughing mess. Yep, not embarrassing at all. Soon people start laughing as well, causing her to laugher louder. A snort escapes, causing her to nearly die of laughter. Staring at Em, and her too I, we look back down to Char, before hurling her up to her feet. Who knew she would laugh over a simple thing. Definitely not me. That's for sure.
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"So, what do ya think of ordering Emy girl?" Char asks pulling up a menu and pressing her face into it. Try to read everything in one go. Her words, not mine. With a huff, Em takes a spare menu and roughly glances at it.
"I'm thinking some Nachos. Maybe a glassFantaanta for a drink. How bout, you Soph." Em says, dragging the attention to me. Grabbing the menu out of Char, she lets out a wine.
"Oh hush you!" I say, before reading over it. Hmm, the Nachos sounds good, but I can just steal some from Em. maybe the pasta Palmisano. Ohhh, actually I think I will take the special.
"Hot pasta chips," I say, coming to term with the meal I want. A lady comes over to our table, maybe a couple of years older than us, but not by much. She looks like a drop out that had to do more jobs to support herself. Taking our orders, she enters the kitchen, leaving us to our conversation.
"Hot chips, really. So original Char." Em says letting out a chuckle only to get the rude finger back. Em places a hand over her heart and fakes pain. "Thx girlie, I feel your great love right now. A splitting compliment would be just great to finish off. Maybe, you would like something else done." Em says bowing her head.
"Oh yes, yes. I need another manicure. My fingernail got scratched because of my maiden over there. Put in an appointment will ya." Char says 'glaring' at me, before glancing back to Em.
"Sure your highness, whatever you want, shall be yours. Speak your command and I shall accomplish." Em gets out of her chair and does an old fashioned courtesy. Before slamming back into her chair.
"Uh yes, it's about time you see who is the queen here. I thought I would have to be waiting for decades, for your lazy bees, to stop being so behind on things. Tuh tuh, not good enough. Take this as a warning for wasting my perfectionist time." Char finishes letting out a good old queen accent, but without out the queen loveliness. Shh, you never heard anything okay. Don't tell her I said that. And ya better keep that pinky promise, or I'm coming over to your house to pay a little visit. And let's just say, your pinky won't be intact.
Laughter brings me out of my thoughts, ahh how these girls have the best laughter in the world. Wink. Wink. Opening my mouth, I go to lay another comment when the bell chimes. We all glance towards the door, only to recognize one thing. And one thing only, as well as not letting go of the fact, that both of them wants to kill me. Yeah, its best we don't forget that.
Stepping into the threshold, standing in all their glory, is my killer and savour. The one they all call................
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