Kimberly was almost done. Just one more truck. She planted the bomb and turned back to start running away. "Kimberly! My sister! How have you been?" Kimberly froze. Oh come on. She turned to face her traitorous brother. "Better since you've been gone." She told him with fire in her eyes.
(I have to go for now bye!)
(Bye)
Phoebe raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. “Angel’s hair pasta, yeah. You two are welcome to take yours and eat it somewhere private.”
Mariko blushed deeper, "I-I-I think we'll just eat with you two."
Phoebe shrugged. “Suit yourselves.” She turned to Marco. “Would you mind passing me that clove of garlic?”
"Hey, the sauce is done!" Miles said.
Phoebe peeked over, dipping her finger into it. “Mmm! Good job, this tastes delicious!”, she said, washing her hands again.
(Heyo sorry I disappeared.)
sup man
(sup.)
Phoebe shrugged. “Suit yourselves.” She turned to Marco. “Would you mind passing me that clove of garlic?”
Marco tossed the clove over to Phoebe.
(Hey.)
(hiya.)
(howdy.)
(Hurlo)
(Shall I continue torturing my cinnamon puff?)
(You can. I enjoy it.)
(yes yes you should)
(Muahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha @Topaz will disagree though.)
(XD)
Kimber stared at her brother. "Why–how could you do this?" Ethan laughed, a cold, jarring sound. "Oh, don't you know?"
(Hold up. What'd I miss? With you torturing your Lil' Cinna puff?)
(Hold up. What'd I miss? With you torturing your Lil' Cinna puff?)
(????????????????????????? Wat you mean?)
(What did Ethan do?)
(What did Ethan do?)
(I have not told you yet. It's a little someting called suspense? And mystery?? XD)