OK...so.It's been how long since I last updated this story?? Don't be surprised if the writing style has changed...I was like 13 when I first wrote all of this down. Enjoy and please give me feedback and criticism I really do appreciate it!!

"You're a pal." Race said smiling up at me. He shot Skittery another strange glance...I dismissed it not wanting to think about it. Something is up...they know something I don't.

"Hey Race, I've hoid dat uh...tamata juice cure's hang ovas. We got some tamatas in the kitchen."

"Oh god, I'll try anythin ta help dis headache," he sighed, chomping on his apple

"It doesn't work. I've tried it." Skittery mooded, tipping back in his chair.

"Well maybe you just ain't special enough for it ta work," I teased.

"I don't care let's just try it." Race urged, getting up form his seat. I followed him into the kitchen and Skittery followed me.I grabbed a cup out of the cupboard.On top of a tall white cabinet sat a bag of tomatoes. Trying desperately to reach them, I stood on my very tip toes- still only reaching about 5'6".

"Allow me." Skittery came up behind me, barely stretching his arm and grabbed the bag. He looked down at me and smiled.I smiled back."Ahem..." Race's voice came."Oh, yeah tamata juice.Okay." I walked over to the big wooden island in the middle of the kitchen. I set the glass and the bag of tomatoes down. I untied the sack and took out two plump red tomatoes. "You just gotta squeeze it...Like dis." I squeezed it and nothing happened.

"Jes, you can't do it that way-"

"-Don't worry Skittery I know what I'm doin-

"-Jes it's gonna squirt everywhere-"

"Relax. It's not gonna squir-" Just then the tomato exploded, spraying red juice all of the kitchen, and me.

"I told ya so!" Skittery taunted smugly. I gave him a snotty look. Race fell out of his seat laughing, rolling on the floor. I promptly kicked him in the ass and he got up holding his stomach and trying to catch his breath. He quickly remembered his headache and his face fell from the joyous smile to a somber frown.

"Here Skittery, Mr.Know-it-All, if you're so smart, let's see you make a fool 'a yaself tryin ta make tamata juice..."

"Fine, I will!" He said sticking his tongue out at me. "Do we got like a...orange juice thingy around heah?" Race and I looked at each other confused. "Orange juice thingy?" I asked. "Yeah, you know like the little coney thingy and you put it on dere and it squeezes out..." Skittery said, making motions with his hands.

I thought for a moment, furrowing my eyebrows. "Oh! Yeah, yeah! We got one of those. I know where it is." I ran over to the cupboard and opened the first one...it wasn't there. " It's around hea somewhere." I opened the next cupboard and it wasn't there. I opened all the cabinets and drawers.

"Oh, yeah you know exactly where it is." Race sarcastically groaned. " Shut up!" I said pointing my finger at him.

"Jes...look." Skittery walked over to me and sitting right on the counter was the orange juicer.

"...There it is! See I knew we had one! If it were a snake it would a jumped up and bit me!" He rolled his eyes and smirked as we walked back to the counter.

"Can you get me the knife?"

"Yeah, I know where that is."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Skittery, I know where it is-" I walked over to the drawer and pulled out a long, sharp knife"- and if ya don't stop teasin me, I might have ta use it on ya." I swung the knife around mock-threateningly as I walked back towards him.

"I'm shakin' in my boots..." He said sarcastically.

Skittery chopped the tops and bottoms off the tomatoes and squeezed them out over the glass. He did this to the other tomato creating a glass of murky red juice.

"Drink up!" I shoved the glass over to Race. He smelled it and then chugged it down," Ugh." He groaned, making a sour face. We sat around talking and laughing. It was 2:30 PM and no one was up yet... Finally,Skittery came up with something to do.

"I got an idea..."

I honestly have no idea how to make tomato juice. hahaha