chester and ingrid

#31

recap;

of.fucking.course.

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bees.

why would[oh lord, out of all the things] bees be out in the middle of no where, the desert, at night?

why couldnt they just get a break?

why couldnt some stupid little idiotic thing just not. bother. them. every. five. minutes.?

CAN WE NOT JUST GET CHESTER TO THE HOSPITAL?! ingrid wanted to say aloud, but thought best not to.

"okay, i hear buzzing. which means bees, which means, death." ingrid growled the last part, making everyone look at her with a 'wtf' face.

".." said doug.

".." said wyatt.

"what?" said ingrid.

"that was blunt." wyatt, of course.

"k well, im just trying to make the situation light." ingrid rolled her eyes, as though it was common sense.

though, to be honest, it wasnt.

like, at all.

but thats more like ingrid, to not make sense.
and if you dont know this by now.. well..

"well, im guessing since the bees are like, right there, its time to start running?" ingrid motioned to them.

"id guess so" wyatt shrugged.

and they ran, for what seemed to be the hundreth time that day.

"AHHHH" ingrid screamed when she was stung by a bee. it didnt even hurt, she just liked saying ahh.

lol. ingrid thought.

but what she didnt knooow, was that she was severly, deathly allergic to bees and would soon look like a giant tomato, oh. and not be able to breathe. thats important, too.
but dont worry, they're on their way to the hospital anyways. [wherever it may be]

"RRRUUUUUNNNN-UUUHHH" wyatt screamed, looking like a cartoon character blowing past ingrid.

"aha, im high" she whispered, shaking her head and giggling, hands on her knees, and then catching up to the others before she was graphically tackled by bumblebees to her death.

leggit.