Disclamer : Unfortunatly, I do not own Charlie and Lola, or Charlie, or Lola, or any pink milk.
"Charlie!" Lola screeched one day. "Charlie! We are out of fucking pink milk!"
Lola slammed the fridge door and stormed around the house.
"What did you say, Lola?" Charlie put his hands on his head and closed his eyes. He had been out partying all night and had a terrible hangover.
"I SAID...WE ARE OUT OF THE FUCKING PINK MILK, CHARLIE! THERE IS BUT A DAMN DROP!"
"I don't give a damn, Lola." Charlie said as he walked back up the stairs and into his room. "Just take dad's car keys and go to the damn store and buy some pink milk for all I care."
Lola scowled. She was only fifteen and a half. If her father saw that she was taking his car out, he'd kill her.
"Daddy dearest won't approve of that, Charlie," Lola said. "He'd beat me with a stick."
"Good." Charlie said.
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Lola took her hot pink rain jacket out of the closet and put it on.
"Dammit! My hair will kink up in this god-awful weather!" she said.
She stole her father's keys off the dresser and stole twentyfive pounds out of her mother's wallet.
"That ought to be enough for some pink milk and some smokes..." she said.
As she got into the small red car, she turned on the radio full blast, only to hear Gwen Stefani's hot new single, 'Hollaback Girl'.
"As much as I hate those fucking American pop singers, I got to admit they have some great beats!" Lola grinned and sang along.
Lola started the car after about ten minutes of trying, only to find out that there was almost no gas! The store was at least 2 miles away...she couldn't make it!
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