Po flopped onto her belly, and began sketching a layout of the new workshop for Dipsy considering she'd destroyed the last one in a deathmatch (even though she, Miles and Tinky thought it was volleyball). I turned a bit to see Tinky Winky dragging some supplies down the hall. He looked tired from all the work he had to do, and I didn't blame him. He and Miles had gone back to the loading cart 19 times, and that was only the first load. We had 4 more to go, which was proof of 2 things.
1) We wrecked Dipsy's workshop. 2) He'll have youheads and other organs if we don't make a new one.
I heard the loud thump. I turned to see something yellow whiz past me. I ignored Laa-laa. She was a major pain in the ass, and she was always starting some shit. I smiled at the sketch I'd made, and I immediately stood up to save Miles and Tinky from "hell". As I was going out with my toolbox, I felt a heavy pressure to my right arm, and me and Laa-laa fell into the sand. "Watch where you're walking!" The yellow wolf snarled. She continued running. I rolled my eyes, and got up myself. This motherfucker. I began unloading the truck, so we get this done and over with.
3 hours later
Laa-Laa
I ran into the room Po and I were sharing. I'd just slammed into Po, and I wished I hadn't. I felt like Anne would chew me out, saying it was MY fault, even though the girl should've moved. I groaned and collapsed on my bed, as the sound of paws on carpet interrupted my thoughts. I glared up at Po, who was coming in with oil all over her body. It showed her curves, which I hated. I'd never admit it, but it's nice having Po around. She's calm, and rarely gets mad. She's always kept a level-head, even in bad situations. Me? All I've done is scrutinize and judge her. I've even gotten into fights, some were physical. The ones that were physical... I usually won those....
I sighed, rubbing my forehead. I thought about the times before the infection. We'd been close. Dipsy called it "friends with benefits" because of what me and Po did alone. Sometimes, they'd even have to leave the house. I glanced at the small dragon. Friendly, intelligent, gentle. So many things I'm not. So many things I never will be. I smiled at the memories of playing together, the memories of doing things to each other... they say every fight brings you closer together. The ones we've had as of recent have only driven us farther and farther apart.
Anne
I was washing dishes when Miles came down the stairs. He had bags under his eyes, but even though he looked all worn out, he still flashed me a lazy smile. I watched him plop down on the couch next to Tinky Winky and Walten who were watching some cartoon. "This is stupid." Walten mumbled. Despite his rude demeanor, we all knew he couldn't break Tinky's heart by calling his show out. Walten began to slide under his blanket. "I'm going tommthe restroom. "Be right back!" Tinky Winky walked away, leaving Walten who looked even more depressed. He was starting to look more like a cat then a Phoenix. Except for the feathers.
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Miles sneezed in his sleep, and began to slowly roll of the couch. Brooke was coming down the stairs with some popcorn when Miles fell on the ground. Fwodooomph!
We quietly stared at Miles who was somehow still sound asleep. Brooke sat the bowl on the counter, and went back up the stairs in reverse. I laughed and rolled my eyes. He looks more like his dad, but he DEFINITELY had the drama genes. I wonder where those came from.
I yawned, and got into my bed. I had a long day, and now it was finally time to go to bed. Honestly, I was so tired that I couldn't go back down and eat. I began to drift when I heard my door opening, and my senses became alert. I sat up to see a shadowy figure. I could just barely make out Laa-laa's torn t-shirt and curly antenna. "W-what's up?" I asked, worried that she'd try and beat me from bumping into her. She did the opposite. She sat a plate of fried chicken, corn, and potatoes down on my desk, and gave me a tight hug. "Thanks.. for not telling about this afternoon." Her warmth reminded me of back when we lived under our hill. When we were in love. Before this rotten infection. I nodded a bit, and gave a weak smile. "No problem. Thanks for not trying to kill me." Laa-Laa shrugged, stifling a laugh. On the fence about that. Night Po!" She turned for the door, and I smiled. "Night Laa-Laa."
The first time we'd been able to talk without any arguments.
I'd like to thank GamerCraftuwu, for helping out with this and giving me new ideas. He's been one hell of a helper, and because of this, I'll put the role play we did in the story. I can't begin to express how thankful I am. With that, I hope you have a great morning, afternoon, evening, or night where ever you are. Thanks for reading! Bye!
