Boyle had finally done it.
His dream come true, to have his very own food truck. He found a taco truck for sale and just couldn't pass up that opportunity no matter what.
How much did he spend on it? Too much. 15 thousand dollars to be exact. Everyone told him that the price was outrageous but he didn't have a care in the world, he needed his taco truck.
He had started selling his own food out of it once he got it redone and cleaned up. He had workers that helped him but he ended up firing them because they "couldn't make the flavours pop" like Charles could.
One day after a shift of selling food out of the truck, disaster struck Charles. As he stepped out, the truck burst into flames.
Charles yelped as he ducked for cover and pedestrians watched the sight unfold in horror.
"WHAT HAPPENED?!? MY TRUCK!! NOOO!!" Charles shouted, distraught by what had happened to him and his investment.
He told everyone what had happened while fighting back tears "Now the truck is gone forever!!" he exclaimed.
"Did you leave one of the ovens or stovetops on, Charles?" Amy questioned, genuinely convinced that it was the cause.
"Of course not!! I ALWAYS make sure every last thing is turned off before I walk out of the truck. I'm certain that wasn't it!!" Charles said defeatedly.
"Maybe it just wasn't meant to be..." Gina said, smirking knowing that she was the reason behind the trucks explosion.
I wrote this kind of as a joke. Didn't really know where to go with it to be honest.
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Brooklyn Nine-Nine Oneshots
Fiksi PenggemarShort & random stories about the 99th precinct! Mostly just random funny ideas with not a ton of substance to them. Short but sweet and me learning how to write, the parts might get better as the book goes on!
