What Keeps us Here

Feel free to rename this and get a new cover, bro. I just put the first thing that came to mind~

 

"You really shouldn't eat so much," I scolded as she scarfed down another one of those Fig Newtons.

 

"It's not like I'm getting any fatter," she chuckled, scribbling on the paper. "You have seen my parents, right? They're both, like, seven feet tall and eat like freaking . . . I dunno, something. Horses? No, like sumo wrestlers. Or dogs. Wolves! Yeah. Like wolves. Om-nom-nom."

 

"Do you even hear yourself talking?" I laughed.

 

"What?" she looked suddenly up from the paper. "Did I zone out? What'd you say?"

 

"Nothing. Keep drawing."

 

"I like drawing."

 

"Thank you, Captain Obvious."

 

"You're welcome, Lieutenant Sarcasm."

 

"Is that a piece of hair or an eyebrow?"

 

"It's his nose! See the nostril right there?"

 

"I thought that was a freckle. And why are there two lines for one nose?"

 

"I dunno, it's the shadow or something."

 

"I like his mullet."

 

"It's not a mullet! It's a perfectly amazing representation of messily outstanding bedhead!"

 

"That makes no sense."

 

"Your face makes no sense."

 

"That didn't make any sense either."

 

"Well, fudge."

 

"Eew, no. Jello."

 

"Jello's all sticky and gross."

 

"So's fudge."

 

"But fudge tastes good."

 

"Maybe to you."

 

"Yes, to me. Chocolate is the best thing since watching caterpillars fall of of walls."

 

"What?"

 

"Have you ever watched a fuzzy little caterpillar climb a foot up a wall then lose its grip and fall back so it has to wriggle onto its feet and try over and over again? It's extremely entertaining."

 

"I'll try to remember that next time I see a caterpillar."