Me: Hey you guys! It's moi, your favorite icing! I'm very sorry if you miss Casey, she's sick, and I can't do the funny stuff 'till she's better! She made me promise. For those of you who wanna know, she's got a 104 fever and is throwing up every 10 minutes. *sobbing for Casey* But the doctor said she'll be back to her normal, hilarious, kick-ass self in a matter of days. If you don't mind, if you review one of my stories, plese send her your well wishes. She'll be thankful people miss her funni-ness.

~ SweetN'SpicyVanillaIcing~

Trent: Hey Kalara.

Me: *Sigh* Go Away, Trent.

Trent: Aren't you gonna beat me up?

Me: *Sigh* Not without my buddy.

Trent: SWEET!

Me: YOU THINK IT'S SWEET THAT MY FRIEND AND CO-HOST IS ILL, SON OF A BITCH?!

Trent: ah,ah,ah, no beating me until Casey's back, remember?

Me *calling Casey* : Case?... Yeah. ... I will. ... Get better soon. ... Your welcome. ... Bye...

hangs up*

Me: Casey says, quote, " Beat his ass and say it's from me." So. *whips out Chainsaw of D&D ( death and destuction) * I'd run if I were you.

Trent: ... Shit ...

IMPORTANT NOTICE*

I fixed Sweet as Sugar, Trent messed with my stuff and totally trashed it. For those of you who reviewed, I apologize for the problem, but some of your reviews were rude. Watch out, or when Casey is better YOU will star in one of my introductions, like Trent. See if I'm bluffing. Rawr.

~SweetN'SpicyVanillaIcing~

At Casey's house in her room*

Me: Case?

Casey: * cough* Kalara? *cough*

Me: Hey Case. How are you feeling?

Casey: Better. *all of sudden turns red, then green*

Me: Case... Case... CASE?

Casey: Oh god.

Casey hurls all over my $47.26 brand new shirt*

Me: DAMN IT! CASEY!

Casey: *cough* What? It was * cough* ugly.

Me: I hate you at the moment.

Casey: Thank you. ;3

Me: Bitch. : (

I walk in the house, and Trent takes one look, and bursts out laughing*

Trent *laughing his guts out* : What the heck happened? I know you look like a barf bag, but still!

That hits my last nerve, and I blow up on him in the bitch fit of all bitch fits( for your sake, I am going to censor all bad language.)

Me: *! I AM * DONE WITH ALL YOUR * BAD * COMMENTS! I HOPE YOU DIE AND GO TO , SON OF A *! IT'S WHERE YOU BELONG! I JUST GOT * BARFED ON BY MY BEST FRIEND AND YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO * LAUGH AT ME! THIS SHIRT WAS * PAID FOR WITH 2 MONTHS OF ALLOWANCE! I OUGHT TO KICK YOUR SORRY * ALL THE WAY TO * PLUTO AND BACK! NOW SAY ANOTHER SNARKY * COMMENT AND SEE WHAT * HAAPPENS, MOTHER* SON OF A SORRY * *!

I walk to my room and slam my door so hard the lock breaks*

Me: *!

Bit- I mean, Trent: 0.0

After I calm down, which is the next day *

Me: Trent?

Trent: STAY AWAY FROM ME!

Me * rolling eyes at his stupidity* : Calm down. I just came here to apologize.

Trent: Really, truly, seriously?

Me: Really, truly, seriously.

We hug, aaawww*

Me: There's something I need to do.

I punch him in the face*

Trent: OW! DAMN IT!

Me: Now I feel better.

I walk away*

Trent: 0.0

I am using my laptop, while Case is eating marshmallows and then up-chucking them*

Me: Case, stop eating the marsmallows.

Casey: BUT THEY'RE DELI-

Throws up in garbage again*

Casey: Ew.

Me: Told you so.

Casey is sleeping*

Me: awwww... how cute...

Casey: Edward is mine... MINE... I SAID MINE BITCH, MINE!

Me: 0.0

Casey is still sleeping*

Trent walks in*

Trent: HEY! KALARA!

Me: *whispering* Shut up! I want Casey to sleep!

Trent: Okay... HEY, CASEY!

I slap duct tape over his mouth*

Trent: uumnummnnnmuumnu?? (Where'd you get duct tape?)

Me: Somewhere. Now let's go.

Once outside, I rip duct tape of his mouth*

Trent: ! Damn it! I had a mustache there!!

Me: That was fun. :3

Important Notice*

For those of you who are fans of Gallagher Academey's Cameron and Zach, here's a sneak peek at Zach Can't Cook!

There are many things I'm good at. Hell, even my name is good! Well, Goode, actually. Name's Zachery. Zachery Goode. I can disable 31 different types of bombs, speak 27 different languages, shoot a man down from 3 miles away, and I know 294 different ways to kill a man with my bare hands. But I'm here doing one of the most remedial tasks of an average person, and I suck at it.

Cooking.

I scowled to myself. Why am in here, you may ask, doing such a tortureous activity?

Cammie. Cammie Morgan.

My girlfriend, a spy, daughter to the headmistress of Gallager, my own Gallagher Girl, and the beautiful girl in the world.

That's why.

Coming Soon*

Me: Casey, are you ready to go?

Casey: NO! NOT THE DOCTOR! YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!

Me: You don't want ice cream after?

Casey: TO THE CAR!

Me: Case. OPEN. YOUR. FUCKING. MOUTH.

Casey: NO. WAY. SON. OF. A. BITCH.

Me: Oh look, Casey's collecter's edition Twilight Saga journals! OOOOHHHH, and matches!

Casey: YOU WOULDN'T DARE, SON OF A-

I jam spoon down her throat, and she swallows*

Casey: I feel sleepy...

Casey passes out*

Me: Nighty night, bitch. *laughes* Gotta love them side-efects.

NOTE: The medicine makes her sleepy, and she wanted to watch her movie, so she refused to take it. Casey's bitchiness + me = fight. And I always win. ;3 *

Casey: Kalara?

Me: Yes?

Casey: You do know we're still friends, right? *reffering to last night's full-scale bitch-off*

Me: Of course.

Casey: And when I get out of this bed, you're going down, right?

Me: Bring it. The usual wager?

Casey: You're on.

NOTE: The usual wager is wether or not we watch Twiliht or New Moon. I love Twilight, Case loves New Moon. Winner watches thier movie.*