The A Team

Chapter 9: Cupcake

HELLO MY LOVLEY LEPRECHAUNS!!!!!!

I know what your thinking..."TWO UPDATES IN THE LAST 48 HOURS?!?!? WHHHAAATTTTT?!?!?"

It's ok. I know I'm awesome.

Haha just kidding it's been like a week.😎

Gurl above is Angel...*insert some kind of weird emoji here*-comment one that you think works.

ENJOY...?😋

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It took me a good 5 minutes to stop stroking the glove-box and finally realise, again, that I was going to die. Now it's time to freak out and start mentally writting my will.

Ace hasn't said a word and I'm begining to worry.

"Sooooo...Where are we going?", I ask warily.

"To have a tea-party with demons from Hell.", he says completly serious.

"I knew it! You are half a demon!!! And you've been one all this time! So the reason you're ways a jerk to me is because is because the Devil himself possessed you with demons!!!! Hmm, that would also explain why you always try so hard to ruin my life...What's he like?" I ask with realization finally dawning on me.

"What's who like?" The dumbass asks.

Geez, he has a pea-brain. Urgh.

"The Devil, duh. I mean, like, is he nice? Is he just one big old asshole? Is he like one of those hobos with beards doing Dumbledoor impressions? I NEED TO KNOW!!!"

"You still have to say the magic words." He says ignoring my previous outburst.

"And why would I?" I retort

"Because if you don't, I will cut that little friend of yours...Jake called me cupcake all fifth period."

I snort and bring my phone out of my pocket.

"I was wondering what that big bulge in your back-pocket was...for a moment I thought that it was a backwards bo-"

My hands fly to his mouth in order to keep it shut and the remains of his sentence are muffled through my fingers.

But...*insignificant sigh*... and there's always a but...

Now I have a different problem: I can't remove my hands..they're stuck...to his lips. You see, right now I have been petrified, like that kid from Harry Potter, and cannot for some reeding remove my hands. Sparks fly through my arms from where his lips are pressed against my palms.

He glances my way while still trying to drive and also apparently trying to tell me something as well...Huh. I wonder what that might be.

Geez, his lips are warm...Uh, is it normal to think like that?

'No! Of course not!' My brain shouts at me.

But, they're so soft. I wonder what it would-

'No! No! No! Think of al the disgusting places those things have been!!!'

Eh, yea. you've got a point but-

'No! No buts. Where's that little girl that goes to church every Sunday with her 98-year-old grandmother?! Just look at him! He's putrid!'

Yeah, he is perfect-

'No! I said putrid! Again, think of all the places those things have been! All over Lillian I bet-'

My battle with my brain is now interrupted by a slimy, soft, warm tongue running up and down my hand.

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SO YEA THERE IT IS MY LOVIES... SORRY ITS KINDA SHORT BUT THE ONE AFTER THIS IS GOING TO BE EVEN SHORTER AND CRAP AND THEN ILL MAKE SOME REALLY LONG ONES YA...that sounded kinda dirty......oops. BYE!!!😂❤️😘😍👅💦