Natural Highs
Never mind. I'm not getting bacon. *tear*
Disclaimer: I wonder if JP has a cook who will make bacon for him. In that case, I'm switching our identities; I am now James Patterson, with a cook who will make me bacon.
Chapter 35: Having Your Friends Send You Homemade Cookies
"Man, I wish we had some bacon."
"Gaz, you know that had nothing to do with our previous conversation, right?" Nudge pointed out.
"I'm just saying."
"Oh, hey, that reminds me," I said, motioning Fang over to make sure I didn't drop my backpack from thousands of feet in the air as I opened it. "Mom said that Ella left something in here for us before we hit the road, but I forgot all about it."
A large white envelope came into view. I swung my backpack back over my shoulders and opened the envelope. In it was a jumbo Ziploc bag, and in that was…
"Cookies!" Angel exclaimed gleefully. I handed the bag to her, its scent wafting over me.
"Only one, and share with the others."
The confectionary delights were dispersed among the flock, until the bag came back to me, and I snatched a cookie and shoved it unceremoniously into my awaiting mouth.
The only sounds that could be heard were munching and sighs of delight.
No, I'm not eating chocolate chip cookies as we speak…
AAH YES I'M CAUGHT UP! I'm going to bed.