Smash (previously ISTBBC) [Hiatus]

Chapter 1: So you were already planning on dumping him?

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Chapter 1: So, you were already planning on dumping him?

"Shut up, Ingrid!!!" My best friend, Abby, moaned.

I stood, leaning over the counter , nudging her attempted dessert creation. It actually more resembled - well I don't know what it resembled. Just know that it looked horrible, brown, and... neon orange?

It's pungent, malodorous scent reached its way to my nose.

I swear a piece of me died and went straight to the bad place below.

"It looks and smells so....so.....," I trailed off, noticing her death glare,"YUMMY!!" I lied through my teeth. I picked up a fork and waved it in the air to show her that I was going to taste it like she had wanted me to.

I scraped some of the sticky substance off the pan and popped the fork into my mouth.

And immediately gagged. God help me, it's was exactly how I imagine hospital food would taste like. Like something dead. God help me, I just ate dead animals.

I ran to the sink and spit out the disgusting... Glob. It doesn't deserve to be called anything remotely edible.

I had been this close to eating a bar of soap. And liking it.

"What is wrong with you?! How could you force your best friend to eat something that disgusting ? Thats unholy right there!! That's against all the laws of the world!! You are never allowed to mix 'ingredients' ever again, you'll get us all killed by the mafia!!" I rambled on and on.

And to think I was gonna share my cookies with her!

"Calm down, Miss Overdramatic! It can't taste that bad?" It was more of a question than a statement. She grabbed a spoon from the drawer and cautiously Approached her project for Mrs. Truffle's cooking class.

Scrunching up her nose, she scooped some onto the spoon and shoved it in her mouth.

"Ha! It's not that bad!!" She exclaimed triumphantly. As if she wasn't keeping her mouth open in an attempt to avoid swallowing.

"So swallow," I stared at her, waiting for her to crack.

She cried out in frustration and spat it out in the sink, Repeating my previous actions.

"You were right. That was absolutely disgusting!" Abby walked into my living room, with me trailing behind her, still smiling smugly.

She dove down onto the couch.

" I can't believe Truffles would assign something like this when she knows she has me in her class!! She knows I can't cook!! The last time I tried to make ice cream I burned the lettuce!!" Abby hugged one of the throw pillows to her chest.

Lettuce?

Abby and I have been best friends since I first moved here 12 years ago. I had shared my PB & J when she forgot her lunch the first day of 1st grade. From then on we'd been inseparable.

" I wonder what Truffles will assign next." Abby said. At that exact moment Abby's phone pinged. She whipped it out of her back pocket and gasped.