Choccy Milk

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I kinda forgot to mention there's swearing all throughout the story but um...enjoy!

After school was over, Waterbottle and Rose walked back home together and Waterbottle hadn't finish eating the leftover marshmallows from Lucky Charms so she shared with Rose.

"How did he taste?" Rose asked looking at the marshmallow blankly. "Eh, he was okay." Waterbottle shrugged. "Too lucky?" "Way too lucky." So flower girl threw the marshmallow at Box, who was near by.

When they got home Waterbottle ran to the fridge because when she ate Lucky Charms, she spilled her chocolate milk so she didn't have any for hours. "ROSE, THERE ISN'T ANYMORE CHOCCY MILK- IM GOING TO PASS OUT!" Waterbottle screamed on the top of her...lungs? Have you ever seen a fawking water bottle with lungs?

Anyways- Waterbottle was not only dying inside but in the outside too. "Relax- it's just milk." Rose sighed, sitting on the floor next to the dying bottle. "W-What did you just say? Just milk? WELL RAMEN IS JUST SOME SOUP!" And Waterbottle continued to die.

Rose was watching Waterbottle beg for chocolate milk so she finally decided to get up and get some and right when she said "Fine.", Waterbottle was perfectly fine again. "THANK YOU SO MUCH ROSE- THANK YOU SO MUCH" Waterbottle thanked the flower. "Yeah, your welcome- I'll br-" "BRING THREE GALLONS!" Waterbottle interrupted Rose. "Three?! Why the hell do you need three?" Then Waterbottle got on her knees (but of course this is a fuckin Waterbottle so she doesn't even have knees but-) and put her hands (just pretend some arms popped out of her or something- There's a picture when you scroll up.) together and begged some more. "Fine, fine." And Rose was off.

When flower girl went to the store, she got the three gallons of chocolate milk, as she promised. It was difficult, but anything to make Waterbottle happy.

Rose was now in line to pay and her turn was next after the same box she threw a marshmallow at. When it was her turn to pay, she saw the chashier was no other than...

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