Prank Wars

Emma's eyes widened. "You actually did it? What the hell is wrong with you, Aaron? You know how he doesn't like to get humiliated, he's insecure and--"

"Emma! You are the one who is obsessed with him! You probably know which toothpaste he brushes wth." Aaron said. I think Iiked it better when she write love poems to her jar of Nutella. She still has it, sitting on her bedside table, gathering dust. Poor Nutty.

Emma lowered her head slightly. "He brushes with Crest, and likes berry toothpaste more than mint."

I slapped her. "Stalker."

 She raised her hands above her head. "Okay, I'm guilty--wait, you're distracting me, girl you gotta talk! Tell me everything. Go."

 I looked at Emma squarely. "You're gonna have to sit down for this one."