Jonah | Pickles
"So I talked to Lilo yesterday."
"Lilo..?"
"The little baby?"
"Baby?"
"Really?"
"Baby.. OH THE BABY. YOU TALKED TO HER?"
"Yeah.. She says 'poot' and 'oof' a lot. She's cute though."
"Hehe. I don't know what poot means but oof is the dog."
"Oh! Like woof?"
"How do y- yeah haha!"
"What's she called?"
"Lily."
"Sounds so cute on her doesn't it?"
"Yeah! My brother is surprisingly mature when it comes to children."
"Haha. My sister always was mature with kids unlike me. She looked after me a lot when I was small which always ended in a sugar high."
"Aww. My brother used to look after me and help my mum though."
"Hmm.. He seems nice."
"He is."
*Bell rings in background*
"I think that's the pickled onions. Will talk later. Bye!"
"BYE JJ!"
A/N: I'm hopefully going on holiday tomorrow and the wi-fi there is like blegh so I'll just write millions of chapters right now and upload them when I have time. I'll maybe even have pictures (if I do go on holiday because people at the airport might be like : YOU HAVE SCABS ON YOUR FACE SO NO FLYING FOR YOU. <-- rude.) I hope not though because it's my last *proper* holiday before GCSE's (why?! haha impending doom.)
RIP Chester Bennington. I never listened to Linkin Park much but I know the pain when I found that Kurt Cobain died as soon as I found out about Nirvana. You will be missed. He was relatively young as well.. (41)
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Pickled Onions
Short Story[Second Book in the Snacks Trilogy] Accident: [noun] an event that happens by chance or that is without apparent or deliberate cause. -- ❝Hi, I'm calling regarding the Pickled Onions I bought from your company. I was wondering-❞ ❝Er-❞ ❝Well...
