Davey's P.O.V.
This was the dumbest idea. Ever. But, of course, I had to give in.
Race's P.o.v.
Hold on. It was THE BEST FREAKING IDEA EVER!
Author:
HANG ON YOU GUYS! THESE PEOPLE ARE GONNA GO CRAZY WITH YOUR BAD NARRATING! Let's go with nobody's P.O.V. ok?
EVERYONE: OKAY, FINE.
Nobody's P.O.V.
One sunny day, Les bounced up to Davey with a sweet smile on his 10 year old- (almost) face.
"Hey, Davey! Race, Romeo and I saw a candy store down the road! Can we go? Please? Please? Please?"
"Uh, ok?" The older boy said, cautiously, "Who would be going with us?" Les grinned, "Well, Race, Me, you, and Romeo! And we'd get candy!"
"Alright, go get them, and for Lord's sake, put on some pants." Davey grumbled, thinking Why does he walk around- you know what, never mind!
When the mismatched bunch of boys walked in, the shopkeeper sighed. It was going to be one of those days. Te little one had on a bowler cap, and his pants were backwards. The oldest, it seemed, was wearing a tie, and nice slacks. Yeesh. The two shorter boys were laughing, and the cute Asian one sidled up to her. "Hey there. You look-" He was cut off by his companion dragging him to look at the chocolate. She spotted a cigar in his mouth, and said curtly, "No smoking sir." He laughed and said, "Ma'am, I ain't smokin. It's not lit." With that, he leaped back to his friends.
The boys marched up to the front, with the Asian one in the lead. "Ma'am, this is not really made of frogs, right?" he cried, holding up a gummy toad. "If so, that's animal instance!"
"It's abuse." The tall one whispered. "Animal abuse." "Oh, right, abuse. Yeah. Wait... what did I say, Davey?" The smart boy shook his head, "We'll talk later, Romeo." Romeo shrugged and turned back to the weary shopkeeper. "So?"
She groaned and muttered, "No. No frogs were harmed to make that."
"See? I told you so!" Davey cried, throwing his hands into the air. "Race, put down that licorice. Les, stop staring at the jelly beans. Please! You know what, we're out of here." He shot an apologetic look to the woman. "C'mon guys." The ones called Race and Les insisted and wouldn't budge.
"We'se is just going to buy some candy, Dave. I'se been saving up for this!" Race yelled, standing firm. "Let's get it, Les."
Those boys yanked some pieces of licorice and some chocolate out of the shelves and bought it. There was a nickel, spent on something useless... Oh well.
Later that night, Davey sat in a chair in the lodging house, almost crying from the noise. Race, Romeo, and Les were screaming at the top of their lungs about, "Yummy Yummy chocolate, yay for sugar!" They were currently running around his seat, asking him if they could go back tomorrow.
Davey's P.O.V.
See? Dumbest idea. Ever... NEVER GONNA HAPPEN EVER AGAIN!
Race' P.O.V.
See? BEST IDEA. EVER... GONNA HAPPEN AGAIN TOMORROW! YAY FOR SUGAR! *passes out*
Les' .
I liked that *passes out*
Romeo's P.O.V.
Sugarrrrr... yummy yummy *passes ou as well*
Author:
Well, I'm not taking sides, but Davey was right. That was a bad idea! Well, hopefully, Jack might intervene next time!
Love it? Hate it? Just trying something new!