Chapter 37-Allison Becky Coincidence

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"Remember when I got to be in the 'family business' 10 million years ago? Then you might know Allison. Red hair, freckles, and pure white skin. (I forgot how she looked) Then there's Gelon. AND I'M STUCK IN THE DAMNED MIDDLE!" I shouted. "Calm down Sona," Michael said as he styled back his hair and looked at me. "I look hot, I look trash or I look ze baguette?" "If a dick is a baguette, then sure," I responded. He huffed and went back. He wore his favorite tuxedo-TuxedoMan3000, does it ring a bell?-and I wore a red t-shirt with a leather jacket and I had jogger-bottoms with some checked rainbow Vans. We were going to meet Allison at the bar when something struck. How is Allison there...?

"Hey!" Allison said. "It's you?" "Yea. Me. Do you know Gelon? He's a creep. Going into the girls' toilets and then just when you think he's checking up on his friend he's IN A CUBICLE WITH A BRA SLIDING THROUGH! Geez go get a room." "Yea...sorta." I said. "But how are you related to Gelon?" "Angel!" A little kid came running up to us. So now do all of the mystery characters come in or what? Angel followed Lilian, the kid, and picked her up. "Sorry guys, just running away from a creepy woman in an orange tank top." But that woman was Evie. Evie was running around the place, and then she looked Angel up and down. "You look like my boyfriend. Are you twins?" "Do I have an older brother?" Lilian exclaimed. Okay, too many conversations- "EVIE! HI!" Michael shouted at the top of his voice. God no. "OMG HI MICHAEL!" My head turned quickly to the other side. "EVIE!" And again. "Angel! Angel! Look!" Aaaand again. "HELLO MICHAEL OMG!" Again. "I'm not Gelon, I'm Angel! Heh?" Again...

After a while, we all went asleep, though I knew Allison was still out. She was shapeshifting into what looked like a ghost...

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