The Clown & The Dancer

Bad imitation

Lolbit sighed. She had been on her laptop for five hours straight now. She wanted to stay that way for five more hours. But unfortunately, she was really fucking hungry right now. At this point she was surely going to die from starvation or whatever. Damn. She let out a loud groan and decided to fight her laziness, leaving to go to the kitchen.

When Lolbit arrived at the kitchen, she went straight to the fridge. She swung the fridge door open, and grabbed the first thing she saw. That thing happened to be leftovers from last week. Eh, she was okay with that.

Satisfied, she turned around to leave. It was then she noticed something she didn't see coming in. That something was Ballora, who was lying face down on the kitchen counter.

Oooookay then....

"Um, dude, are you okay, or do I have to call an amberlamps?"

"I don't know anymore." She said quietly.

"Wut the bell happund to woo?" Lolbit asked while shoveling food into her mouth.

"Ennard told me that Baby likes me."

"This is a problem how exactly? I thought you were super gay for her. Like, super ultra mega gay."

"Well-"

"So gay that is makes the straight people around you two feel gay."

"I guess-"

"So gay that people are already making gay fanart of you two."

"Can you-"

"So gay that you get nosebleeds when you're within a ten mile radius of her."

"Lolbit will you-"

"So gay that-"

"Okay! I get the point" Ballora said while sliding of the counter. Lolbit snickered. "Anyway, I got off topic. What's the problem?" In most situations, Lolbit wouldn't really give a shit about people's problems, but this was entertaining as fuck. She had been waiting for this moment.

"I refuse to believe this is actually happening. It's not possible."

"Pffft seriously dude? That girl has liked you for a long time. Anyone with eyes would've seen that. Well, I guess you wouldn't since..." she coughed. "Anyways, there's no way this is some dream or whatever. I mean, like, someone as awesome as me would NEVER be in one of your dreams."

Ballora rolled her eyes. She certainly wouldn't dream about someone this annoying. "Okay, but what if Ennard is wrong?"

"Trust me, he's not." Lolbit chucked her paper plate into the trash can. Nothin' but bag. Ballora frowned. "Was throwing that really necessary? The trash can is only five feet away from you."

Lolbit waved her off. "Whatever mom, don't change the subject. I think you should go talk to her."

The dancer sighed internally. She would have to see the ringleader again anyways. Might as well do it now. "Yeah, you're right."

"Seriously, why is this so hard for you? Her brother basically already confessed for her. Now you just gotta fling the feelings back her way."

"I don't know! I can't stop thinking that what he said may not be true, and then I'll go say something to her, and ruin our friendship! She's not forgiving you know!"

"She is towards you! Like seriously man, you bump into her and she's like-" Lolbit let out a childish giggle and started talked in a really soft voice that was SUPPOSED to sound like Baby. "Oh, that's okay Bal! You can slam into me anytime you want!" She returned to her normal voice. "Whenever I bump into, she's always like-" she then proceeded to try and imitate the over the top, surprising loud voice the ringleader would use when she was angry. "Watch where you're going blondie! I'll rip your face off if you do that again!"

Ballora frowned again. "I think that's the worst imitation I've ever heard."

"Shut up it was magical. Now get the hell out of this kitchen, and go find shortstop before I do the voice again."

Ballora quickly stood up at the sound of Lolbit's threat. "Alright, I'm leaving. Just don't do the voice again." The dancer swiftly left the kitchen, slamming the door shut behind her. She stood at the other side of the door for a moment. She would actually have to locate the redhead now wouldn't she? Yes, she would. "Okay, I'm actually doing this." Ballora reluctantly set off in search of Baby.

Lolbit watched the girl leave through the window of the kitchen door. "Man, she needs to stop worrying so much." She turned towards the fridge again and swung the door open. "Hey, who the hell ate all the pizza?! This is a pizzeria there should be some fucking pizza!"