frσzєn hєαrtѕ | jd x slurpee

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JD leans up against the door frame sipping on his favorite drink, a cherry 7-Eleven slurpee. He wasn't quite sure why he was helping out a group of strange kids. Yet here he was waiting for the exorcist to arrive.

The four teenagers (Frisbee, Curtain, Greg, and Alastair) claimed that there was a spirit of sorts in the hotel room that they were staying in. They were all huddled onto one queen-sized bed, quoting their favorite vines.
"I am disgusted. I am revolted. I dedicate my entire life to our lord and savior, Andrew Rannells™ and this is the thanks I get?" Greg and Alastair were synced up when they said that. It creeped JD out. No one else was weirded out by it.
The kids were cut off by a loud slurping noise. They turned to JD who was red in the face.
"Hey, are you alright?", Curtain asked. No one noticed the tears forming in his eyes.
"It's so shrexi--", he says barely above a whisper.
This caught everyone off guard. "uh, what now?", Frisbee questions whether or not they heard correctly.

"I- It's too shrexi.." JD sat the frozen drink down on the nightstand and covered his face with his hands.
Alastair whispers to Greg, "Did he just say shrexi? I swear to god.." Greg, well he just nodded and confirmed.

"What the hecc JD?" At this point Frisbee was questioning their entire existence.
At that moment the exorcist walked in through the door. He had slicked back hair, and a jumpsuit on. His outfit made him looked like a plumber, rather than a priest. It was quite confusing.
End at that moment everyone knew exactly what JD was talking about. It was strange, like they were all connected somehow. The psychopathic, Jason Dean had fallen in love with the slushie.

Next up on my strange addictions!

Greg had shoved everyone -excluding JD- into the small hotel bathroom. Apparently to discuss something. "Of course! That's why he's never loved anyone before!" Greg exclaims.

"What about Veroni-", he cuts Curtain off by saying,
"He's slushiesexual/romantic!"

"That's not a real sexu-" he interrupts once again.

"yea it is now shut up."

"No. It's not. JD is just weird." Greg stuck his tongue out at Frisbee.

Alastair bitterly states, "This is going to end up like the 'Nasty Patty' Spongebob episode." they pull their phone out and start reading fanfiction.

The first thing to come out of the exorcist's mouth is, "Will you all shut up I'm trying to read a McPriceley fanfic."
"McPriceley? I only know Pricelando." Alastair jokes, but then proceeds to say in a whisper, "Could you please send me the link?"
The exorcist nods, sticks out his hand, then introduces himself. "I'm Dally by the way."

*insert flashbacks to the vacant parking lot*
"Hey Dally." The group said in various ways. They all left the bathroom so it wouldn't be too suspicious. 'Cause it's not like shoving everyone without you into a small room is suspicious.

Curtain leans over to Greg and Frisbee to whisper, "They should get married." Alastair overhears and throws their arms up, ultimately done with life.
"Oh mY GOD."

Frisbee grabs JD by his sleeve, then drags him off into the corner away from everyone else. She tells him he should propose to the drink, or something along those lines. Everyone was too sleep deprived to hear clearly.

JD nods at Frisbee then marches off to the restroom.
"So, whaddya think he's doing?", Dally asks not looking away from his phone; we all shrug absent mindedly.
Not even five minutes later, JD walks out with a ring pop in his hand.

He walks up to the slushie, gets down on one knee and asks, "Slushie-kun will do the honor of marrying me?"
The drink did not respond.

He took it as a yes and placed the ring pop around the straw. Everyone clapped for the two.

JD's mom pushed Slushie-kun down the makeshift aisle from heaven (or hell). Dally recited a part from the bible (aka a shrek x jesus fanfiction). They all laughed, they all cried, it was great. A Little Less Sixteen Candles A Little More "Touch Me" was playing.

Everyone was slowly getting drunk off of the expired hotel apple juice. And for the hotel room ghost, well they were gradually changing the songs to the Kidz Bop covers. Yet nobody noticed, and nobody cared.

Frisbacito caught the "bouquet".

"HA! I'm going to be the next one to get married! Take that you single gay pringles."

"Not with those glasses," Alastair says referencing to an inside joke the four of them had.

Later on during the night JD kicked all five out of the room, leaving them in a hallway at 2 am, with only a couple of blankets, pillows and some snacks. They sit lined up against the wall complaining about what the night had come to.
"I can't believe we got kicked out of our own hotel room because someone wanted to fricc fracc an inanimate object." Greg groaned.

"KinKy--!" Some guy with glasses shouts. He oddly smelt like a lush store.

"Oh my gOd, Jared shut up! We're so sorry." His friend apologises. They walk off.

What a wonderful night, four kids stranded in a hotel hallway at 2 am.

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Heck I'm so freaking sorry for this.
Also this is a rewrite.