I just wanted to comment on someone's review, but they were a guest so I can't message them. The eleven year old reading this, I wanted to say that I'm younger than 15 and I understand this sex stuff too, didn't even have the talk with my parents, I just have really gross friends who talk about this stuff a lot, you know what they say write what you know or hear in this case.

I do not own Bob's Burgers or its characters.

Chapter 27: A Bitch named Cynthia

Louise really didn't want this day to come.

Today she had to hang out with the last person she'd want to.

Cynthia.

"Logan, please don't make me go!" Louise begged as she followed Logan into the kitchen.

Louise had on a grey hoodie with matching jeans with grey chucks.

"Louise, come on, she's not that bad", Logan said as he grabbed his toaster out of his silver toaster, then he took a bite.

"Yes, she is!"

"Louise, you're going, she's already on her way."

"Ugh!"

"Not the best attitude…"

There was a knock on the door.

"I wonder who that could be", Logan walked to the front door.

Louise stayed in the kitchen, she really didn't want to see Cynthia or Logan anymore.

Logan went to the door and opened it.

It was Cynthia in a pair of black dress pants with a short sleeve white dress shirt and black two inch heels.

"Louise!"

"Hello", Cynthia said walking in the apartment.

"Louise!" Logan called out again.

Louise out the kitchen towards them.

Seeing Louise, Cynthia gave a fake smile.

"Ready?" Cynthia asked.

"Yeah, whatever", Louise crossed her arms, and she and Cynthia started to walk out the apartment, but Logan grabbed Louise's arm, pulling her back.

"Louise, this is really important", Logan whispered to her.

Cynthia didn't notice.

"Fine!" she hissed.

Logan let go and she walked with Cynthia to the elevator.

Logan was going to relax today, turn off his phone, watch movies that Louise can't stand, walk around naked, or sleep all day. He could do whatever he wanted.

It was silent in the elevator.

Cynthia and Louise got into a white limo with a driver in the front.

"We're going to Fresh First for brunch, okay?" Cynthia asked.

Before Louise could response, Cynthia cut her off.

"Of course it's okay", Cynthia said.

It was quiet the whole ride, Cynthia did give her the play by play, but Louise tuned her out.

Something about shopping or a play. Louise really didn't care, she was just counting the seconds.

Once they arrived at 'Fresh First', Cynthia and Louise got out the limo and went in.

A red head lady took them to their table.

Louise ordered the 'French Bread Love' and Cynthia got a fruit salad.

They are in silence the whole time, it was until their waiter came with their check, Louise finally spoke.

"I have to use the restroom."

She got up and walked to the bathrooms.

Once she was in she pulled out her cell phone, she was tempted to call Tina to pick her up, but this was important to Logan and she actually like that loser.

She put her phone away and walked out.

When she walked back to the table, Cynthia was on the phone, she didn't know who she was talking to and didn't want to.

Cynthia didn't even notice Louise came back.

"No, I can't, I stuck with one of Logan's whores", Cynthia said into the phone.

Louise heard it, she put her hands into a fist.

'I'm gonna kill her!' Louise thought.

"I know, I know, but I have to, Logan says this one is special. Ha please, luckily this will only last for a week and then he'll move on", Cynthia said.

Louise's face was turning red with anger.

Cynthia finally looked up from the lacy white table cloth and saw Louise staring at her.

Cynthia's eyes got big and she hung up. She opened her mouth to speak, but Louise walked out the restaurant.

Cynthia went after her and followed her into the limo.

"Wharf Theater", Cynthia told the driver. She then looked at Louise. "I didn't – you shouldn't of heard that."

"Look, neither of us want to be here, I'm only here for Logan, because he somehow is a good person unlike you."

"I'm a good person!"

"You are? You called me a whore, which I'm not by the way!"

"Okay…"

"I'm not. Your son is my first boyfriend, and I really want it to work out, now I'm not saying you have to like me just pretend to be okay with our relationship, for Logan."

Cynthia thought about it.

"Fine to be honest you're in the top five of girlfriends of Logan's", she told her.

"We're here", The Driver said, parking the limo.

It was an old fashion yet fancy building painted black and dark purple.

The theater was doing 'A Death of a Salesman' By: Arthur Miller.

They went into the theater and sat in the second row.

It was a full house.

Louise was next to this couple who cried doing the first act, mainly the guys.

Cynthia was tearing up too.

Louise was just trying not to laugh at everyone around her who were crying.

"Louise isn't this sad?" Cynthia whispered.

"Nope", she laughed.

"Louise!" Cynthia said a little louder.

"Hey, shush!" a man with a mustache who was in the front of them hissed.

"Shut up!
Louise and Cynthia yelled at him at the same time, everyone stared at them even the actors on stage.

They both smiled and laughed.

At the end of the play, they were the first to leave, still laughing about what happened.

It was night now.

As they got back in the limo, Louise looked at her.

"Today actually wasn't that bad", Cynthia smiled.

"Yeah, guess the one thing we have in common is being mean."

"Maybe this will work."

"I'd like that."