forum Another 'Pass the Story!' Have fun!

Started January 15, 2018 by @Astrid

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"What? No! What just happened?" I screeched, my face flaming red and my arms flailing wildly.

Paxi, who had waddled away, came close.
"Hunny, c'mer."
I walked towards her.
"Nu, come here. I need to whisper something."
I crouched down.
"HUNNY, YOU HAVE A CRUSH!" She screamed. I fell over my ears ringing the sad, sad, truth.

Tome Cruise grinned widely. I scowled. "Well," I said sourly from my heap on the ground, "your last name still reminds me of a boat."

"Would you like a ride?" He looked at Paxi with a grin. She gave him a thumbs up. He mouthed out 'You're hired.'.
He turned back to me. "I think you'll enjoy it."
"I do not want a cruise!" I screamed. My face was as red as an extra ripe tomato.
He looked at me again. "Then why are you blushing?"
"I-"
((Finish the sentence))

"I WANT PASTA!" I screamed a the top of my lungs.

Tom looked taken aback. "My God. What drugs are you on?"
"I want pasta! If you're going to force me to go out with you, GET ME PASTA!" I yelled.
He looked shocked. "I- I honestly was just messing around. But, uh, if you want to… I'll buy you pasta" He fiddled his thumbs. "I wasn't going to force you I just like playing around with people."
I looked at him dumbfounded. "It was a facade? Are you really a decent person? What????" My mouth hung agape.

"A decent person? No, no, I'm just filthy rich and don't mind buying you pasta. Plus my mother beat manners into me at a young age," he shrugged.

I shook my head. "Manners and your not a decent person? What are you saying?" I glanced at Paxi, across the room, trying to summon a demon with Shrek.
"Nu, nu Shrek. That's not how you do it!" She yelled at him. He glared at her.
"GET OTTA MY SWAPM." He replied. "How many times do I have to tell you, I can't draw!"
Paxi shook her head, clicking her tongue. "It's just a circle with a star in it."
He looked at her blankly and crushed the blood red crayon she gave him.
"Shrek nu!"

I shook my head again, huffing exasperatedly and turning back to Tom. "Cruise," I said, "I don't understand you. Not one bit."

((ALOT))
"Even I don't. So far I'm being written by two people who have no idea where this is going. Anyway about that date.."
I looked at him like he had fish coming out of his ears. "Being written??"
"What are you talking about?" He asked, looking concerned. Did- did I hear wrong? I looked at my hands. Are my ears failing me? I suddenly felt depressed.
"Ah, I'm sorry. I must've misheard you."
His blue eyes connected with mine. I looked down. He put his fingers to his chin like he was thinking. "So where do you want to go? Olive Garden, Fazoli’s, Zio’s Italian Kitchen, Biaggi’s Ristorante Italiano, Mario brothers pizzeria…"
"Wait! Mario? Like- like the game? Is it in the mushroom kingdom?" I exclaimed.
"It's not really Mario. Mario is just a popular Italian name."
I sighed, disappointed.

"Well, let's not go there then," I said sadly. "It will only remind me of what I do not have."

"You have me," Tom whispered. "if that's enough."

"Um, ew," I said, still completely in denial about my strange, ludicrous, and somewhat disturbing feelings towards him.

"Okay." Was all he replied. "So, what do you want? You didn't pick a pasta place." He continued.

"Mmmmmm Fazoli's," I said after a long moment of humming and deliberation.

"Why Fazoli's?" Tom wanted to know.

"I don't know! Don't question my ever decision, I can think for myself! I don't need you!" I burst into tears.

"Ummmmm sure," Tom said and awkwardly tried to pat my back.

"NO!" I said, smacking him away. "Don't touch me, you dang-darn fricking-hecking fish-feathered mackerel-shrimp!"

"Okay," he said. "Hold up. What even is a dang-darn fricking-hecking fish-feathered mackerel-shrimp?"

"I don't know!" I sobbed angrily. "Just get me some fricking hecking pasta!"

"Umm… do I need to call someone?" Tom reaches into his pocket and begins to take out his phone. I smack his phone away and stare daggers at him. Tom begins to back away slowly, making each step as soft as he could.

"If you call and tell anyone about this…" He growls and gets in my face.

"I will beat you with a spoon…" He murmurs, breathing heavily.

"A spoon?" Tom grins. I back away from him and start chuckling.

"A spoon?" Tom repeats himself.

"I couldn't think of anything else to beat you with." I say, laughing a little.

"You could've said a shoe, a brick, a cinderblock, hell, A BAR OF SOAP!! But nope, this guy is going to beat me with a spoon." Tom laughs.

"Dude, how is a bar of soap any–"

"Shut up." Tom cuts me off, laughing.

I glare at him. "Shut up? Um, rude. What happened to those manners you talked about earlier, hmm?"

"Whoops," he says, winking. "My apologies."

I heard a scream. "SOAP???!!!!" Paxi cried. "SOAPP????!!!! HELP MEEEEE!!!"
I turned away from the crazy penguin. "Just take me somewhere!" I protested
"Okay…" He thought for a moment. "We're going to Papyrus' Pasta."
((Undertale.))

"Ugh, whatever," I scoffed and flipped my long luxurious her which I had previously dyed a truly obnoxious shade of gold. (Don't ask when I did this, specifically, but it happened, okay? No, shut up Tom, I don't need your input).

(Okay, thanks for the discription! Now i know what i'm working with. ^.^)

"Okay then." He turned to Paxi who was cleaning off fire from the floor. "Hit the hyperdrive, Paxi!" He yelled. We zoomed through the sky at the speed of lightning.

(Wait I thought we were in a clearing? Wait no that's the other story. Crap. The world exploded and then the aliens came and then Tom showed up…when did we get a ship and when did we get on it? Or did I just forget that we got a ship? (Also isn't it the speed of light, not the speed of lighting? That sounds accusatory I'm sorry I didn't intend to be rude)).

"Dude!" I screeched at Tom from my place on the floor. "Give a guy some warning, eh?"

"But, you're a girl." He protested.
"It's a saying."
(I wanted to change it up a bit. It does sound stupid.)

"ALSO," I said, "it's 2018. You can't tie me down."
Tom gave me a strange look.
"It's 30016. Don't know where you've been."
"Under a rock," I huffed. He just shrugged.

(Nah, it doesn't sound stupid. Besides, none of this story really makes any sense anyways XD).