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My head as filled to the top with several ideas for this story, so I decided to write the next chapter.
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"Wake up, Red." Daphne poked her friend in the nose.
The girl on the bed didn't move.
"I SAID WAKE UP, RED!" Without warning, Daphne yanked her friend's pillow out from under her head.
"Give it back!" Red mumbled, still sleepy. She had gotten better control of the Wolf inside her, but she was still up late trying to control it.
"Granny left, and Ms. White can't come watch us!"
Red opened her eyes and frowned. "Shouldn't we tell Granny?"
"No way! We're on our own for two weeks."
"By ourselves?"
"No. There's Elvis."
Red smiled, still sleepy.
"Anyway, you know that stuff that the adults are always drinking?"
Red frowned. "Yeah..."
"And they always say we're too young to drink it?"
Red didn't like where this was going. "Um, yeah..."
"So let's try some!"
"Daphne, I really don't think it's okay for us to drink that. I'm pretty sure it's..." Her voice trailed off as Daphne held up a brown can that said Root Beer.
"Oh. Never mind." Red accepted one of the cans.
"What did you think I was talking about?"
"...nothing..."
Daphne shrugged and opened her can. She chugged it down before Red even opened it.
"I remember when my parents let me have some of this when I was younger...but after that, they never let me drink it again."
"Why?"
Daphne shrugged. "Dunno. I don't remember what happened after I finished my first cup."
Daphne's eyes suddenly went wide. "I'm getting more of this stuff!"
Twenty minutes later, Red walked downstairs, searching for Daphne.
"Daph?" she called. There was a loud clink and a burp from the kitchen.
"Daphne?"
Rd almost drowned in an avalanche of root beer. There were cans everywhere-literally. Some were in the sink, counters, table, and on the floor. The trash looked like it was holding a mountain.
"Daphne?" Red gasped. "When did we get so much root beer?"
Dahne finished chugging down her current can and tossed it on the ground. "We didn't. We ran out, so I went to the store to get some more!"
"In under twenty minutes?"
"Yep!" Daphne gave a crazed grin and chugged down another can.
"Don't you think you're having a little too much?"
"NO!" Daphne yelled. "I'VE ONLY HAD A FEW CUPS!"
"Why are you yelling?"
"I'M NOT YELLING!" Daphne shouted.
Red gave Daphne an exasperated look. "I think you're going a little hyper."
Daphne's eyes narrowed. "You're after my root beer!"
"No, I'm not."
"Yes, you are! While I drink this beautiful, wonderful beverage, you have been plotting behind my back to steal my root beer! How dare you!"
"Excuse me?"
"There are no friends when it comes to root beer." Daphne scowled at Red. "As of now, you are no longer my friend!"
"Daphne..."
"THIS MEANS WAR!" With that, Daphne grabbed ten cans and ran out of the kitchen.
Ten minutes later, Red was in her room, reading a book. Daphne had fleed upstairs, clutching the magical key that led to Puck's room. Red had gotten a bad feeling, and locked herself in her room.
There was a loud shrill that sounded a lot like...
Red's heart sank as she glanced out the window. Puck's chimps. In their hands were glop grenades.
"Oh no..." Red quickly stood up and unlocked her door as the chimps began to pound on her window. She quickly opened it and stepped into the hall.
Big mistake.
The lead chimp, Sullivan, was there, holding a glop grenade. He let out a loud shriek and tossed it in the air.
Red dived out of the way before the grenade hit her. It exploded, and something that smelled suspiciously like mayo and grape juice erupted from the substance as it pooled over the floor.
"YOU SHOULDN'T CALL CHIMPANZEES MONKEYS!" Daphne's voice yelled. Red looked up and saw Daphne on the magic carpet, chugging down yet another can.
"Daphne, call them off."
"NO! WE ARE AT WAR! I WILL PROTECT MY ROOT BEER IF IT'S THE LAST THING I DO!"
Red felt a spark of annoyance shoot through her. Scowling, Red lept into the air and landed on the carpet.
There was only one can of root beer left.
"Call off the chimps," Red growled.
Daphne gave her friend a wary look before screaming, "GRAVY!" and diving for tcan last can. Red dived, too, and the two girls wrestled each other. They eventually fell off the carpet, but they didn't seem to notice. Sullivan put his grenade down, mildly amused at what he was seeing. Eventually, he got bored and wandered away.
Finally, Red managed to snatch the can of root beer from Daphne. She ran towards the window and opened it, then prepare to heave it outside.
"NO!" Daphne screamed. Instead of attack, she sank to her knees and began to sob.
"Daphne?"
"I'm s-so s-s-sorry!" Daphne wailed. "I j-just hadn't had it in s-such a l-long t-time, a-a-and I got excited and I'M SO SORRY!"
Red started at Daphne, then sighed in defeat.
"Here," Red mumbled, handing Daphne the can.
At once, Daphne's tears vanished. "'Kay, thanks Red!" She skipped down the hall, leaving a slack-jawed Red behind.
