"Can u get the pancake mix please?" I asked Toby.
"Can do" he said as he turned around on his heel to get it.
He brought it to me and opened the box, then the bag.
When he opened the bag, pancake mix goes flying.. everywhere. We both laugh.
"Nice one- Tic prick." Jeff calls from the livingroom.
"Shut up jeff. Why dont u come help us clean?" I asked giving him puppy eyes and quivering my lip.
"Do it yourselves." He said dully.
"Dick" Toby scoffed under his breath
"I dont know whats been up with him lately. Hes never been like this." I tell him as i shake the mix out of my hair that i threw into a messy ponytail with my bangs out.
"Where's the broom" Toby asked.
"Dont worry about it, ill clean it when we actually make pancakes." I said and giggled.
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"I am Toby Pancake Rodgers" Toby said to me. "Pancake is my middle name. NOT Toby Waffel Rodgers, thats just stupid." He ranted.
"All im saying is that waffels and pancakes are basically the same thing." I tell him as we both finish up eating.
"But pancakes are cooler" he said folding his arms.
"If u say so." I shake my head and take our plates to the sink and head to thr closet to get the broom and begin cleaning with Toby.
*A/N*
Sorry, really short chapter. Next one will be a lot more interesting than this and i am so sorry for nor updating much, but ive been going through a hard time with my grandma in the hostpital and finals tomorrow and all that jazz. but i am trying really hard to get this moving because i am SOO excited and.. yeah! Soo, on that note, please remember to vote, subscribe, and comment! Thanks for reading
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