Hello. I'm Candy/W.C.P, and this is Chapter 9 of 'Friends'! WHOO! Plus, I got over 50 reviews. I feel sooooo happy :D I cried of happiness guys. I'm like dead seriously :l So, replies :)

TheWhitestBlackGirlEver: I know, right? :(

ElissaTucker3: Oh, you really did that? xD Aha, well this story must be fucking awesome to you :) And, p-perfectly? Well, I feel proud ^^
Elissa: You should feel proud... and SHH, DON'T TELL HIM! :l
Craig: Tell who what?
Elissa: ...SHHH!

SouthParkFan8: Lol, this was hilarious! xD
Ashly: Nice choice of words bro. Nice choice of words *nods head* Tada...
Elissa: *shacks head* There's something wrong with you...

6747: Poor Elissa indeed :( Aha, perverts are awesome! XD
Krisa: YAY PERVERTS! EPICNESS TO THE MAN ;)

You Really Smell Like Dog Buns AAHHH: Yep, she sure does :) Everybody does! It was just your turn I guess. I'm glad that I'm not sick too; it sucked EGGS!
Brian: You knew you wanted to say ass :l
Me: Yea... :)

Tinaloveheart: Elissa's life is so sad! :( And thank you! :)

So there they are.

Disclaimer: Me own Chocolain and other OCs me made. Everything else don't belong to me, k? K :)

Krisa's POV

"Come on dearies." Mom said cheerfully to Canaan and I. "Breakfast time!"

"Coming Mom!" we both exclaimed at the same time.

"Oh my God, that was epic! We said that exactlyat the same time!" I beamed. "Right Oscar?" My Yorkie barked happily in reply.

Canaan chuckled. "Come on. We better get a move on. Race you down the stairs!" We both bolted down bthe stairs. Like always, it was a tie. "Damn it! I was sogonna kick your ass, but you just had to shove me."

I smirked and sat down at the table. "Well duh. Wadda think? And you know what I like to say: Krisa-"

"-should never lose to Canaan." my twin brother replied with a roll of his eyes. He took a bite of his cereal. "I know, I know."

"Canaan, don't talk with your mouth full." Mom instructed. "You might choke."

He swallowed his food down. "K Mom." he nodded. I, of course, finished my cereal first since I am way more epic than Canaan. 'Cause you know... he's Canaan.

"Now you kids have a good time at school." Mom smiled. We both nodded and went outside.

"So peace out Canaan." We both did our 'secret, epic' handshake before going our seperate ways.

I decided to go on the bus today, since I wanted to talk to Kenny. Kenny is epic. Cutely epic.

Shh, don't tell anyone I thought that! Wait, who am I talking to? Meh, oh well. With a small shrug, I continued to the bus stop. "Hello cuties 'cept Cartman." I greeted with a wink.

"AY!"

"Hi Peanut." Jenna waved and smiled. "And you're right. Cartman isn't hot. More like a not!" We all (except Cartman) shared at laugh while Cartman glared at us.

"Hiya~!" I felt someone jump on my back.

"C-Choco-Laco!" I exclaimed in surprise. "Get down!"

"But it's fun Krissa." she replied. "But fine." She hopped down gracefully, her brown boots not making no sort of sound non the cold snow. "Totally not white chocolate. You're acting like mint chocolate today."

I rolled my eyes. "Ok, I'll stop acting like mint chocolate."

Chocolain beamed. "Yay~!" She clapped happily as the bus rode up. We climbed on, and I (naturally and epically) sat next to Kenny.

"So Ken, you do the homework?" I asked.

He blinked. "I read Playboy." he said flatly. I laughed, already knowing the answer was 'no'.

I shook my head. "I don't blame ya. Writing an essay or being perverted...hmm..."

"Perverted." we both said at the same time. Epic! Again!

"Though health class can be interesting." Kenny said.

"The 'how a baby is made' video?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Maybe." he smirked. "I got to see a nice yummy pu-" The bus screeching to a stop interrupted him. He clutched onto the seat in front of us, his eyes closed.

"Why the hell did you seem scared of the bus stoppin'?" I asked with a raised eyebrow, getting up and walking down the bus aisle.

"No reason." he answered quickly. I raised my eyebrow higher, but shrugged it off. Kenny was sometimes awkward.


School went by regulary: Classes, lunch, talking, pissing off Brian by grabbing his ass playfully (with Red's permission of course), 'accidentally' throwing snow in Bebe's face, and other epic things. After saying bye to the other girls, I walked out the school to walk home, since taking the afternoon bus is kind of boring to me.

"Hey Oscar." I laughed as I sat on my bed. My Yorkie hopped on with me and I stroked his brown and black fur happily. "I had an epic day at school today boy! I messed with that Brian kid, and I threw snow on Bebitch's face."

Oscar barked happily as I laughed. It's as if he was talking to me. I always think he is. "That's epic Krisa." I think he would've said.

I hugged him tightly and flipped over. "Oh Oscar. I want some Doritos Locos Tacos..." I sighed happily, imagining the taste. I wrote a note.

Hey Mom, wanna go to Taco Bell today? ;)

I placed the piece of paper in Oscar's mouth. "Go on boy! Give it to Mom for me." I smiled as he ran off quickly. Afew seconds later, he came back. "So...?" He barked twice in reply. I smiled widely. "YES! THANK MOM!"

"You're welcome!" Mom called quieter than I did as she closed the door behind her. I watched out the window as she walked to the car.

Canaan entered the room. "Let me guess: Taco Bell." I nodded excitedly. He rolled his eyes. "Of course. Hey, have you seen my drawing?" Canaan liked to draw random shit. I looked under my bed and saw the white sheet of paper with the all-over-the-place pencil markings on it. I grabbed it and handed it to him. "Thanks Bucky." he smiled and started to walk away.

"No problem Birthday Stealer." I smirked. I was born first, so I'm like...what, 13 seconds older? That means I expierenced 13 seconds more of life before he came out, so therefor 13 is my favorite number andI'm 13 percent more epic than he is.

Wow, epic math is epically hard.

I sat down on my bed, staring at my orange wall for a moment. What the hell is there to do? I have no homework, Mom's out to get the most epic food of the century, Canaan's drawing, Oscar's banging his head on the window which signaling that Kenny's outside, my stuffed T-rex-

Wait, KENNY'S HERE!

I picked up Oscar and placed him on the floor. "Thank you very much Oscar." I smiled. He barked in reply. Such a cute wittle doggie~! I opened the window and stuck my head out into the opening. Ahahaha! 'Into the opening.' That sounds so funny and perverted! That's why I like it.

Kenny started talking in a rapid pace, his hands moving as he spoke. He had a look of worry on his face. He stopped once he saw my blank face. What the hell was he saying? He took a deep breath in. "I left my Playboy at school!" he exclaimed.

"And?" I raised an eyebrow.

"'And'? 'AND'? It's fucking new edition Playboy, that's what 'and' is!"

"Alright, alright." I sighed. "Don't get your panties in a bunch. I don't feel like going all the way back!"

"But I left my Playboy in there!" Kenny exclaimed.

I sighed. "Fine. But it's only because I left my Playgirl in there."

"YAY-wait, what?"

"My Playgirl dude." I climbed out the window. While holding the pipe, I closed the window gently before climbing down on the sidewalk.

I'm so epic.

"They make Playgirls now?" Kenny had a look of disbelief.

I laughed. "They've been making those for years. It's the fact that you dudes are too busy looking at you Playboys to see what some girls do for entertainment."

"Dude, that's... awkward." Kenny said slowly as we approached the school. He tried to open the door, but failed miserably. "NO! PLAYBOY!"

I sighed deeply, taking out a clip from my pocket. I went to the lock and concentrated. Wait for it... YES! Got it in there perfectly (HAHAHA!) I opened the doors quietly. "Alright Ken, let's hurry this up so I can enjoy my taco."

He rolled his eyes and entered in, me following. "Ok, it should be in... ah fuck."

"What?"

"I... don't know where it's at." He laughed nervously as I groaned deeply.

"Alright, you check periods one through four classrooms. I'll go through five through eight. We'll meet in the cafeteria. Ready?" He nodded. "GO!" We both set off in different directions.


"Last period: Math..." I muttered to myself as I entered the classroom. I looked in each desk. "Nope... nuh uh... fuck where the hell is it?" I began to get pissed. I'm missing out on perfectly good food here! MY DORITOS LOCOS TACOS! NOOOS!

Wow, Clyde moment.

I finally reached the last desk. Thank God, his Playboy was there right along with my Playgirl! Wonder how it ended up here though in Ashly's desk. Meh, I don't give a shit. I grabbed the two magazines and ran to the cafeteria.

"Got it." I breathed out, handing his the Playboy.

He beamed. "Thanks Krissa. You're the best."

"We walked out the school, not even bothering to close the door. "Awesome at being epic? Yes." We both shared a laugh before going our different ways.

Oh yes, Doritos Locos Tacos, here I come!

And there's Krissa for ya! :) Next up is a Starr POV! Yay ^^ So...

Sneak Peek on Next Chapter

I looked at the big dog in fear. "C-crap..." I muttered as I saw the dog running my way. I shut my eyes nin fear, not wanting to see my fate. But... it never came...

Bwahaha! What will ahppen? You'll find out in two days since I have extra credit to do (Yay 100s in History :D) So, yea. 'Goodbye you guys.' (KENNY QUOTE! EEE! :P)

-W.C.P