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Chapter 10:

"Gracias! Come again!" Eduardo said to a customer, "This is a good day, but I still don't know how these heart candies taste. Maybe one wouldn't hurt." Eduardo was about to get one, until he saw his bucket was empty. "That's very strange. I'm sure I had some left. Bonita, do you know where all the heart candies have gone?" Eduardo looked around for Bonita, but couldn't find her. "Bonita?" He saw her on the ground, rocking back and forth, with candy wrappers all over her.

"Señorita! Are you okay?" Eduardo asked. "I...I...so many heart candies...too much of them...need more," Bonita said. "Oh, Bonita. Why you never tell me that you've eaten all of them? You could've gotten sick," Eduardo said. "I know, but...it was so muy good. I couldn't control myself," Bonita explained. "So all this time I've given you heart candies, it was good?" Eduardo asked. "Si. I'm sorry, Eduardo," Bonita apologized. "Ah, it's okay, señorita! It was your first time trying it. I would've probably done the same thing," Eduardo admitted. Bonita smiled.

"Forgive me, señor?" "Si. All's forgiven."

Bloo and Vyolet were in the kitchen. "Come on, already! Just get the ice cream!" Bloo said, as he carried Vyolet on his head. "I'm trying! You're not the tallest guy I know," Vyolet said, reaching for the bucket of ice cream. "Look who's talking! You're not the lightest girl I know," Bloo said. "If you want to keep that big mouth of yours, I suggest you zip it!" Vyolet threatened. "This is taking forever! My arms are hurting!" Bloo complained. "Oh, Bloo..." Bloo looked at Berry, who was holding an ice cream. "All right!" Bloo dropped Vyolet, then ran towards Berry, taking the ice cream.

Vyolet looked angry. "Bloo!" she yelled. "Oh, sorry. It looked so good, and my arms were hurting, so..." Vyolet glared at Bloo. "Wanna lick?" he offered his ice cream. Vyolet took the ice cream, then smashed it on Bloo's face. "I have a feeling that you don't forgive me," Bloo said. "Oh no. I just love it when you share your ice cream with me. It's so romantic. Better than giving me a flower, teddy bear, or a card," Vyolet said, sarcastically.

Bloo paused at what she said. "Card...oh no, Mac's card," he said to himself. He turned towards Vyolet. "Uh, listen. I have to go do something. You girls talk to each other," he said, then ran out of the kitchen. Vyolet glared at Berry, as Berry glared back. "Okay, girl. What are you trying to pull?" Vyolet asked. "Why, whatever do you mean?" Berry asked, innocently, "What's your name again? Lavender, is it?" "It's Vyolet." "And I like to play the vyolin. It's a beautiful instrument," Berry retorted.

"Quit changing the subject! What are you trying to do? Are you trying to mess with me? Because if you are, you can just stop it, because I'm not the type of girl to be messed with," Vyolet reminded. "Oh Vyolet, Vyolet, Vyolet," Berry began, "It looks like we have something in common, because I'm not the type of girl to be messed with, either." Vyolet glared at her. "What a coincidence," she responded. "Yes it is, so you should know that I don't like it when you take my Bloo!" Berry said.

"What are you talking about?" Vyolet asked. "I see the way he looks at you. He thinks you're so great, while he barely notices me, and never remember my name!" Vyolet smirked. "You can't blame me for that. If you got it, then you got it," she said. Berry glared at her. "Which is why I'm trying to keep you two apart. I did the same thing with him and Mac," she explained. "And how that work out for you, because last time I checked, they were still hanging out together." Berry sighed. "I don't want to talk about it, but I will explain more in private. Follow me. You'll see how I can be a little...wicked," she said then started walking.

Vyolet smirked. "I wouldn't have it any other way." Then she followed her.

Frankie looked around. Madame Foster walked up to her. "Hello, dear. What are you looking for?" she asked. "Hey, Grandma. I'm actually looking for Casey. I got a card for her, and I wanted to give it to her," Frankie explained. "Really? Why not I give it to her? Plus, aren't you supposed to be giving your card to that nice young man?" Madame Foster asked. Frankie sighed. "His name is Ethan, and I'm working on it," she said. "Well, you can't waste anymore time. I'll give Casey her card, and you give Ethan his," Madame Foster ordered. "Okay, Grandma," Frankie said, as she gave Madame Foster the card, then walked away.

Madame Foster read it. "Aw, ain't that the cutest thing? I knew Mac's feelings for Casey is more than what everyone thinks. I should give this to Casey. Mac will be thrilled." Suddenly, Richie bumped into Madame Foster. "Oh! Sorry Miss," Richie apologized. "It's okay, sweetie. I was just about to leave to give this card to Casey," Madame Foster explained. Richie paused at what she said. "Card to Casey?" he repeated. "That's right. This card is from Mac. I'm just giving it to her for him," Madame Foster said, about to leave. "Wait! I know Mac and Casey, and I know where Casey is. I could give it to her," Richie insisted.

"Oh really? Well, you do look about their age, and you seem like a nice boy, so why not? Thank you, dear," Madame Foster said, giving him the card, then walked away. Richie read it, then smiled, evilly.

"No...thank you."

Dun, DUN, DUNNNNN...yet again! Richie has the card now! What will he do to it? I don't know yet...but review!