video games ✘ clifford.

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Why did I agree to this.

After the whole ordeal at the arcade, we were wandering the town, late at night, and I was waiting for Michael to tell me what sort of 'rebellious act' we would be performing. I was scared out of my mind to be honest.

In reference to what I told you earlier, I was the goodiest goodie-goodie on the entire planet (or however I said it then), and have never done this. Furby, however did not seem like me. I was biting at my bare fingernails.

Now they were bare little stubby fingernails. They looked quite ugly.

But soon, Furby decided to talk. "Well, blondie, are you wondering what we'll be doing?" he smirked. I nodded, about to explode. Then he pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and unfolded it. A list. A full-on list of things we'll be doing tonight. Well, this is the end of my current reputation I think.

Number one was, "STEAL A WATERMELON FROM 24-HOUR GROCERY." I sort of leaned on him so I could read it. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "How are we going to steal a watermel..." then I got it. Michael smirked.

10 minutes later, I was cradling a watermelon under my shirt. I'm pregnant now, surprise! Michael wrapped his arm around my shoulder. We're married now, surprise!

The kind old lady who was currently scanning things that had to do with the other things on Michael's list (also known as, fish, two cans of black spray paint, regular red paint, condoms, whipped cream, ice cream, and various ice cream toppings) smiled. "You two are expecting?" she asked.

I smiled and nodded. Michael sipped a water bottle that he had previously bought at CVS. "Nine months along, due date is September third." I gushed. She grinned and handed Michael the two bags. 

Waddling with a watermelon under your shirt isn't comfortable. "Do I need to walk around all night like this?" I whined. 

He laughed. "No, next stop, my house. Next objective, sweatpants-ice-cream-mario-kart party of awesomeness."

"I don't have sweatpants."

Michael shrugged. "Borrow a pair of mine."

...

The second we arrived at Michaels house, I had to set this goddamn watermelon down. There was nowhere really to put the large watermelon where it wouldn't roll onto the floor, besides the sink. The watermelon went into the sink. Furby placed the bags on the counter beside it. "SWEATPANTS!" he squealed. Then he ran away. I laughed. 

He came back and threw a pair of maroon sweatpants at me, while simoltanously sliding with his socks on the tile flooring towards me. I giggled when he slid into the counter.

"Where's the bathroom?" I asked, holding the sweatpants in my hand. Michael told me that it was down the hall so I walked into the first door. It was indeed a bathroom. Michael is indeed a truther. I changed from my shorts to the sweatpants. They're so baggy, I look like a thug. The ties were halway down my thigh, since I had to tie them so much tighter to fit me. I walked out with my shorts in my hand. 

In the kitchen, Furby had two bowls out. One he was piling a whole bunch of everything into, and the other one was left out for me. I started to scoop the chocolate ice cream into it. He looked over at my measly two scoops. "Please don't tell me you're borderline anorexic."

"No, I just leave room for toppings so I get some in every bite." I smirked, dumping on rainbow sprinkles. Furby laughed at me, and squirted whipped cream on my cheek. I glared at him. "You wanna fight me?" I asked, grabbing my own can. He raised an eyebrow. Then I held the can between my knees, tying up my blonde hair into a bun. Then I took it in my hands again, and uncapped it, throwing the cherry red cap onto the counter. 

"It's on, Blondie." he challenged, and I shuffled back, laughing. Whipped cream shot in my face, and I squirted it at him, and it landed on his leg. He tried to spray me, and I slid to the right so it landed on the floor. We both shrieked with laughter, then he tried to chase me, and I ran, spraying blindly behind me, staying in the kitchen. He then scooped an arm around my waist, pulling me closer so he could spray it in my face. 

"I forfeit, I forfiet!" I yelled, still laughing harder than I think I ever have. Then he stopped, still laughing along with me. I wiped the whipped cream from my face and onto my hang, and lightly slapped his left cheek. I think I'm funny.

Then we continued with our sundaes. Mine was really yummy. We ate them on the couch. "So next, we're going to do graffiti." Furby said, finishing the last bit of his ice cream. I looked at him like he was insane. "What?" he asked.

"That's illegal."

"So is stealing a watermelon."

He had a point. And graffiti could be fun.

"Fine." I sighed.

...

Michael had given me one of his black hoodies and a can of the spraypaint. That was another item that I knew what the use was for. But why did he buy condoms?

We were behind a planet fitness. The walls were already somewhat covered. He shook his can, and I did the sam, wondering what to write. Michael was already starting, as I was still thinking. 

Then I wrote the two most random words that came to my mind. "VIDEO GAMES." 

All he had written was "M.C. aug. 27th 2014."

"Can we go now, I feel like I'm going to get arrested." 

Then he laughed out loud, and started jogging away. "Come on." he chuckled, and I followed.

While we were walking down the path through the woods, he pulled out the list again.

"Objective four, climb a tree and yell something from the top." he said, and I looked around, trying to find a climb-able tree.

"There." he said, and pointed one that had branches too tall for me to even reach, let alone step onto. 

"Um.. yeah that's a no from me." I chuckled, doing my best Simon Cowell impression.

"Um.. yeah I'll lift you silly." he smiled, and we walked over. The tree looked intimidating. 

Michael suddenly grabbed my waist and a tiny gasp escaped my mouth. I could almost see him smirk. "On the count of three, I'll lift you, okay?" he asked, and I nodded, too blushy to say anything. He counted, and when he lifted me, I grabbed onto a branch, and pulled myself up, and then I silently began to climb while he lifted himself up. 

Soon I came to the highest point and looked over the forest. It was dark outside and I couldn't see anything. Oh yeah, I need to yell something. Hm. I thought about a fight I had with a magcon fan on twitter the night before. "TAYLOR CANOPENER CAN SUCK MY ASS." I yelled into the night, and Michael laughed so hard he almost fell. 

"BLONDIE IS ICONIC." he yelled, and I smirked.

Then we got down, looking for the next adventure.

...

NO they are not going to frickle frackle.

YES i want them to kiss soon.