"This Steven guy could really be a pain sometimes." Flare said. "Well, he really didn't do anything yet." I said. "He will. I can tell." Flare said.
"Do you have another piece of candy?" Flare said. "Particularly Cherry." He added on. "Yeah, um, sure." I said and I handed him a piece of cherry Jolly Rancher. But instead of eating it, he just stuffed it in his bag.
3 days later a new post from Steven showed another picture of his spirit dragon. Flare was angered. "I have to talk some sense into this guy." He said. "But how? He won't listen to your chats." I reminded him. "You're right. I need to see him in person."
Flare: Wanna meet at the park Steven? And bring your spirit dragon.
Steven: That doesn't sound like a good idea.
Flare: Please?
Steven: Hmm.. Going somewhere with a person I barely know and could've been lying to me. Hmm... Should I go?
Flare: Shut up, Steven.
Steven: ...
Flare: Just, meet you at 3:00
Steven: no.
Flare: Why not?
Steven: Really?
"This guy is tough. I can't get him to meet up." Flare said. "You can just tell him that you have a spirit dragon and he can see it." I suggested. "No, that'll mess things up. He might tell other people." Flare responded. We both were thinking.
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RandomTHIS IS MY CHILDHOOD FAIRY TALE THAT I WROTE WHEN I WAS 9 =D SO THIS IS WHAT "IF 9-YEAR OLD TYPH WROTE A STORY" LOOKS LIKE AND OF COURSE IT'S ABOUT DREAGONS BECAUSE WHAT ELSE AM I RIGHT. PLEASE ENJOY A HORRIBLE PLOT LINE AND TERRIBLE GRAMMAR. THANK...
