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GUYS, OKAY, I GET IT, IVE BEEN GONE AND I ALWAYS SAY THAT IM GOING TO UPDATE MORE AND SUCH BUT THEN I JUST KEEP LEAVING AGAIN AND IT TURNS INTO THIS CONSTANT CYCLE OF LEAVING AND NOT COMING BACK BUT THEN COMING BACK FOR LIKE A DAY BUT THEN LEAVING FOR MONTHS AGAIN AND ITS ALL ONE HUGE BLOB OF A MESS BUT I AM HERE AND IM TRYING OKAY I PROMISE.

but, without further a-due, here's the next chapter of this painfully slowly updated story.

u g h .

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Girl Meets SWEET FIGHT

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"OH MY GOD OKAY THIS ISN'T IN ANY WAY FAIR." Lucas cried as Maya and Riley had him pinned to the ground and were drizzling all kind of sweet syrups in his hair. They made sure to rub it in nice and well so that it'd stick with him.

Suddenly, Farkle came out of nowhere with a loud, "HOWDY!" and blasted whipped cream at the three teens.

"FARKLE!" They said in unison, all scrambling to get up with whipped cream hanging off of their faces, and ran after the boy, who ran for his life.

"Gosh darn it," Farkle though to himself, "i'm screwed, they're all after me now."

He was running toward the forest that was hidden a little far behind the house, and made his way toward a little creek in the center, with a small bridge built over it. As he ran, he didn't realize that the bridge was wet, so as soon as he came into contact with the wooden material, he slipped feet first and landed on his back rather hard.

The three others were still chasing after him into the forest, not caring that one of them had no idea where he was because he's never been there before, and that the other two had never cared enough to venture into this forest, but they decided to run after Farkle anyway because it's all in good fun.

They all came across the little creek with Farkle lying on top of the small bridge, still panting and in slight pain. Sure, he fell rather hard, but his enjoyment of this game overpowered that.

// AN; Darian is dumb and forgot where she left off with this because the last time she wrote here it was in January, so I lost my writing spark and I have no idea of what's going on in the story, but I'm going to just improvise and see how that goes instead of taking the time to read through everything because I'm a lazy kiddo :/ //

"Guys? Is that you?" Farkle asked as the sound of crunching twigs and leaves rippled throughout the warm air. The three teens didn't speak, they all just smirked and kept making their way to the smaller boy.

Farkle swallowed hard, his left hand clenching the can of whipped cream that he attacked the three with just moment ago. He felt his hands become clammy and ended up dropping the can right into the creek. He knew exactly what he was in for, but he knew that it wouldn't harm him, it's all just in good fun. But it sure as hell would be a pain to get out in the shower.

A spiked head of blonde hair poked out into his sight of the sky and tree tops above him, with heads of long blonde and brunette hair following after.

"You don't have to do this, you know." Farkle chuckled nervously, still stuck on the small bridge. He knew that if he tried to get up, they would make their attack much worse. Hell, he would probably slip again and fall right into the water below him.

The short blonde laughed, "Oh yeah, we know, genius. But that doesn't mean that we don't want to." She was already shaking up her can of whipped cream and had her other hand on a bottle of chocolate syrup. Sure, she felt just a tad bit bad about having to do this, seeing as Farkle doesn't have an easy way out, but he did catch her by surprise!!