8) Dan

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"WE'RE BACK!" Phil yells into the quiet flat.

"WITH FOOD!" I quickly add.

Soon there's loud footsteps and giggling.

"Ow! Carrie that my foot!" I hear a muffled voice. "I will get there first!" An other toneless voice says.

A few more more moments later a panting Carrie and Addi are standing in front of us.

"Who... got here... first?" Addi says between breaths.

"You pretty well got here at the same time." Phil says.

I'm trying not to laugh as we walk into the kitchen.

"Oi, Dan! Quit laughing and give me the lo mien!" Addi says.

"Did you just say 'oi'?" Phil asks before biting off the tip of an egg roll.

Addi looks up, the noodles hanging off her chopsticks. "Crap I've spent too much time in England. Side walk. Flashlight. Dollars. Ferris wheels. Eagles. Freedom. Do ya think I'm good?"

"Better add French fries and movie in there." I add.

She nods quickly and repeats the words.

"How do these bloody things work!" Phil asks glaring at the two bamboo sticks.

Carrie giggles as I sigh and Addi scoots over to help.

"So you hold the first one like this..."

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Carrie and I had moved into the living room after ten minutes of Phil not understanding how to use chopsticks.

"YES!" We're startled by Phil's yell of triumph.

He runs into the room with a piece of sweet and sour chicken in between the tan, thin sticks. Phil then stumbles on the (imaginary) bump in the floor and stumbles. Luckily he doesn't fall but he drops the chop sticks.

"Noooo!" He cries dramatically and falls to his knees. "I just figured it out!"

Carrie and I manage to hold in our laughter until Addi walks in. She looks at Phil on the floor and laughs then abruptly stops. I look of horror crosses her face. "You dropped the chopsticks. Dropping the chicken is fine but you dropped the chopsticks. I have to reteach it."

I look at Phil who is now face down on the carpet. "If you die of stress can I have your food?" Carrie asks with a mouthful of fried rice.

Addi gasps in horror and clutches her chest. "No! I want it buried with me!"

A/N:

So do you guys like Carrie so far? I hope I'm making her seem like herself...

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See ya in (hopefully) two days!

xoxo ~addigator

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