Jonah | Girl
"YOOOOOOOOOOOO PICKLES."
"What you up to on this fine day?"
"Nothing. You?"
"Nothing."
"Quite an eventful day eh?"
"Sure."
"Wait, why do you sound raspy?"
"Hayfever."
"Ra ra Rasputin,"
"Lover of the Russian queen,"
"There was a cat that really was gone."
"Ra ra Rasputin,"
"Russia's greatest love machine,"
"It was a shame how he carried on..."
"It really was wasn't it?"
"Mm hmm, he ended up getting assassinated."
"He shouldn't have been russian around."
"STOP."
"You said it the other day though AND I saw it on the internet!"
"I'm not talking to you because YOU'RE MEAN."
"Uh okayy..?"
"..."
"WHY PICKLES? IT WAS A JOKE? OH COME ON. I'M BORED."
"..."
"FINE THEN."
"..."
"..."
"HAHA YOU FELL FOR IT. WAIT ARE YOU ACTUALLY GONE?"
A/N: WE ARE AT #112 IN SS!! THANKS A LOT GUYS. You guys are honestly fabulous!
Chickenpox is the devil's stuff. WHO THE HELL WOULD WANT TO FEEL ITCHY 24/7. #savemefromthiscurse On a lighter note though, I won't have to worry about getting it when I'm an adult. (fingers crossed).
Sorry about that. :)
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