Moments With The Bad Touch Trio

Dare #3

Me and my best friends are now known as murders in the mall.

Why?

It all started with the dare from mizeestudios ...

"Amigos, how are we going to do this? Should we just stand up and shout that we like to kill people?"

Francis shook his head. "In the instructions, it says that we each have to individually go up to one person and tell them."

Antonio stood up from his chair, as we were currently in the food court. "I'll go first."

"Why should you go first?" I asked, leaning toward him in the chair.

"Because Spain does everything first." Green eyes winked at me.

I folded my arms across my chest. "Like what?"

"Hmm, let's see." He tapped his chin in mock thought. "Who came to America first?"

Francis groaned. "Cherie, we've had this lesson many times before.."

"Columbus. And where was Columbus from?"

I rolled my eyes. "Spain."

"Exactly. Not England. Now watch and learn." He got up and walked to a table of girls.

"Hola, chicas." He spoke, and they immediately started giggling and batting their eyelashes. I almost gagged.

By this time, my Spanish friend was getting at least twelve phone numbers, and he was completely oblivious.

"No, wait! I just want to be friends! I have a boyfriend, and he's adorable!"

I facepalmed at his stupidity.

The girls turned away in disgust. One threw her fries at him, and I was about ready to rip their highlights out, but Francis held me back.

"But wait! I like to kill people!"

They all turned around, and stared at him in shock, while he just grinned. He burst into laughter, his body shaking as he held onto the chair for stability. "This- your faces!" He choked out and walked away.

"You're so weird, Toni." I said as he continued to laugh.

"Aren't we all?"

I nodded. "True, true."

"My turn." Francis announced as he scanned the food court for someone to annoy.

Sapphires glittered as he saw his favorite person.

"No, you git! They don't make deep fried hamburgers!"

The American shook his head. "Yes they do! In my country!"

Francis sauntered over to the Brit. "Hello Arthur." he purred.

"S-stupid frog! Get off of me!" he stuttered.

"I just wanted to let you know-"

"Eww, gross!" Alfred covered his eyes.

"That I like to kill people!"

Arthur just stared at him, green eyes the size of saucers. Francis kissed his cheek and just walked off.

"You guys sucked!" I told them. "This is how you do it!"

I walked into the line for McDonald's and waited until it was my turn to order.

Once I got to the cashier, I said, "Hi, may I have two Quarter Pounders, oh, by the way, I like to kill people, and a large coke."

He stared at me, his eyes opened wide as I walked off.

Now, we are known as cold blooded killers.