"Why is the microwave on fire?!" I scream, grabbing the fire extinguisher, and spraying the flames with it.
"MICHAEL GORDON CLIFFORD DAD IS GOING TO KICK YOUR ASS!" I shouted.
"What happened? I put the cherries in there to defrost, like it says on the package, and-well, this!" Uncle Mikey said, exasperated.
"WHY DO I SMELL SMOKE? IS EVERYONE ALRIGHT? MICHAELA! LUKA!" Uncle Luke shouted, shutting the door.
"We're alright, Michael was a dumbass and put the bag in the microwave." I shout back. "We need a new microwave."
"I can tell."
"So, let's get takeout from that Italian place down the road."
"Let's go, Uncle Mikey. You need your kicard, it's expensive."
"Why me?"
"MIKE-RO-WAVE BROKE THE MICROWAVE! Ha!" Luka said, laughing.
"Yeah, that's why. Let's go! It's already two! Now!" I tell him. "Uncle Luke, you need to leave now to get to the airport on time. Luka, go check my room and make sure it's empty. Move out!"
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Bad Girls
FanfictionAshton Irwin. The drummer of the band Five Seconds of Summer. It may come as a surprise to you, but he had a one-night stand all those years ago, and now at age 36, he has teenage triplets, Michaela, Luka, and Callie. As Ashton goes to California f...
