I'm back, no I didn't die. -- I finally decided that this story is a PIECE OF CRAP! I don't know what I was thinking, and I hope I didn't bore anyone to death. I've decided not to abandon this though because no matter how stupid and pointless it is, it can go SOMEWHERE...I don't know where but let's just see. Now, on to chapter 2!
Upon reaching the apartment-like room I currently shared with Wolfwood and the girls, I took a few seconds to look over the kitchen area. We had a few pots and pans, some charred oven mits, and a greasy old stove that had seen better days. I glanced over at Wolfwood and saw that he had a look of apprehension on his face.
"Uh Tongari, do you really need to make these that badly?"
I nodded in the affirmative.
"Of course I do! These are the only things in this town that even come CLOSE to donuts, and I'll be damned if you can have cigarrettes while I am deprived of what I love most!"
I knew I looked like a pouty spoiled brat right then, but I REALLY wanted some donuts. The strangest thing was, that I seemed to crave them a lot more when there were none to be found. Like some unreachable treasure or something. Wolfwood and the girls would never understand.
"All right Tongari, if they mean that much to you. What ingredients do we need?"
I scanned the ingredients on the package.
"Ok, not good."
Wolfwood looked up from pulling an apron out of a cabinet.
"What's not good, I don't like it when you say "not good." It usually means trouble."
I brought the bag of mix over to show him.
"That's not good. We don't have some of the ingredients we need."
Wolfwood put a hand to his head like e had a headache.
" Like what?"
I read from the bag.
"Uh, let's see, we need flour, sugar, salt, yeast, vegetable oil, four eggs, water we have. Uh, oh yeah, and some icing, glaze and sprinkles."
Wolfwood sweatdropped.
"Icing and sprinkles! Can't you eat plain ordinary donuts just like everyone else!"
I knew he wasn't going to cooperate, so I gave him my trademark puppy eyes. Not even Meryl can resist em.
"Pleeeease Nick? It's just a little bit of sprinkles. They taste better that way. Plus I'll share em with ya. Pleeease?"
Nick looked horrified, but finally his shoulders drooped and he caved.
"All right! (rotten needle noggin) Just make sure they don't cost too much, here."
He handed me a handful of double dollars and pushed me out the door. I knew I had so totally won the battle over his consceince, and now it would be easier to get what I wanted from him.
"Ho ho ho, I'm so good! Sprinkles here I come!"
To be continued...
All right, I think that's a good enough place to stop for tonight. I'm glad I got some reviews, but I must say to the person who corrected me on the donut pronunciation, that you can spell it either way. I've seen both DONUTS and DOUGHNUTS on boxes of the sweet tasting things. Don't worry, I'm not trying to bash you, I'm merely stating that it can be spelled both ways. Sorry if my spelling of it upset you in any way, but I've been writing it that way for years and it just feels more natural. Well I better go before I collapse out of my computer chair from lack of sleep. It's currently 1:17 A.M. over here! Well bye.
-Vash
P.S.: If this chapter sucked...It's Wolfwood's fault! .
