Chapter Nine: How Many Licks Does it Take to Get to the Center of a Tootsie Pop?

15 2 0
                                    

Italics- Mia

Bold- Jay

It's a pretty nice day out if I do say so myself. Nice and sunny, warm and breezy and just a perfectly good day to be inside and be a hermit crab. So now here I am, crawling from my fuzzy carpet that I once sat on to my black chair that was set in front of my wood desk. Feeling the boredom set into me, I pulled out my phone and sent a text to Jay.

Heyyy

Hii

I'm craving brownies rn

Then make some

I would.. but I'm not exactly the best cook out there

You bake brownies dummy, you don't cook them

Oh right, well I'm not the best baker out there either

Lucky for you, I am

You'll make me some??

No

WHY YOU GET MY HOPES UP LIKE THAT?

Cuz I'm a good friend..?

NO, NO YOURE NOT

Alright alright, I'm sorryyyy

Nope, I want a heartfelt apology right now

Oh your majesty, I am soooo sorry that you suck at cooking and baking

If you were here right now, I'd slap you soooo hard

KiNkY ;)

OMG JAY I HATE YOU BAHAHA

Nah, ya love me

Mhmmm, you keep thinking that

How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop?

Uh.. hold on lemme go get one

Seriously?

I got up from my black rolley chair and ran down the stairs. Quickly picking up a tootsie pop with a red wrapper, I ran back up to my room. Settling back into my leather chair, I propped my feet up onto my desk.

Ok I got one

You didn't

Oh but I did

You're weird

You're weirder

No u

NO U

Oh boy, we're not doing this again

Pft doing what?

That thing where we go back and forth saying no u and then you give up

Hey, I don't give up!!

Uh yes you do

Do not

Do to

Do not!

Do to!

Shut up

See, you just gave up now

...

I hate you

Aww, feeling the love Mia, I'm feeling the love <3

The Blue JayWhere stories live. Discover now