"I don't cry over spilt milk, but a fallen scoop of ice cream is enough to ruin my whole day." – Terri Guillemets
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"Heya, Flip-Flop-Fletcher!"
"Heya, Sushi!"
"What's up?"
"You know, I've heard girls at school talk about my uncanny resemblance to that guy on Teen Wolf."
"Oh, I love that show!"
"Who's your favourite character?"
"Stiles. Which one do the girls at your school say you look like?"
"Take a guess."
"Stiles?"
"Bingo!"
"Wait, are the girls saying that Dylan O'Brien, the smokin' hot and adorkable hunk of a guy who unfortunately has a girlfriend, looks like you? You, the–"
"Yes?"
"On second thought, I'm not going to finish that sentence."
"You really should finish that sentence, you know."
"Nope."
"What do you think of me, Sushi?"
"Um–"
"Too sexy for my own good? Any dirty thoughts I should hear about?"
"Yes, actually."
"Wait, really?"
"Indeedly so."
"Are you serious?"
"Uh huh."
"This is the best day of my li–"
"I'm thinking of a homeless Fletcher sitting in a dumpster. That's dirty, right?"
"–fe! Woah, wait, what?"
"You heard me."
"Here I was, thinking you were going to raise me above the level of a trash can. You've never going to stop being mean to me, are you?"
"Fletcher, I live to do that."
"I don't like you anymore."
"..."
"..."
"Wait, anymore?"
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Waffle Cones (#1)
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