Sorry for updatin' so late! I was chattin' with my aunt on FB. This one was prompted by PSdancer54, y'all!
"I love apple pie!" Mick declared, ripping the plate from Trudy's hand and sat at the table quickly, not wasting any time to dig his fork into the desert.
"Nina and I are rubbing off on you, man." Eddie grinned, sitting down as well.
"What are you talking about? I've always loved pie." Mick asked, his voice muffled since his mouth was stuffed to the max.
"Apple pie was invented in America!" Eddie exclaimed, throwing his arms in the air. "It's un-American not to love apple pie."
"But, I'm not an American." Mick's eyebrows scrunched in confusion.
"But, you are picking up on American culture. Americans love apple pie! Right, Nina?"
Nina looked up from her plate, cheeks puffed out from the pie. Everyone pressed their lips together to keep from laughing, but snickers escaped all of them. She swallowed, a blush creeping onto her cheeks, and she nodded at Eddie. "Yeah."
"See?" he smirked triumphantly.
"But, I'm not an American." Mick repeated.
"I know that." Eddie rolled his eyes and looked up at the jock. "You know what? Never mind."
"I don't understand what -"
"Never mind." Eddie cut him off and slid a large piece of pie into his mouth.
Mick shrugged and got up for seconds.
"It's like Magnum P. I. and baseball." Nina spoke up, causing everyone to look at her. "I mean, if you don't love them, you're not American."
"Magnum P. I.?" Eddie snorted.
"What?" she blushed again.
"I love that show!" a grin slipped onto Eddie's face as he stood and walked over to the door. "You are now officially my favorite out of the group."
"What?" Patricia exclaimed, standing up also. "Isn't there someone else that comes before her?"
The American's eyebrows drew together as he looked to the ceiling in thought. "Well, Mara's really cool."
"No, I mean someone else." Patricia said through gritted teeth.
"Well, then it goes Alfie, Jerry, Amber, Fabian, Joy, Mick…"
"What about me?" she glared.
"Hmm?" he raised an eyebrow at her.
"Where am I on the list?"
"Oh, you're not on it." Eddie shook his head.
"What?" Patricia screeched angrily, though hurt was evident in her voice.
Eddie shrugged and stared at her blankly before bursting out laughing, leaning against the wall for support. "Yacker, I like you so much, you're not even on my favorites list. It's not fair to the others." he confessed once his laughter died down.
"Come here, Slimeball!" Patricia yelled, launching at him, anger flaring in her green eyes.
"It's un-American to not love apple pie, baseball, and Magnum P. I.." Fabian noted as Patricia chased Eddie through the house.. "Good to know."
Yeah, it turned into a Peddie. Not sure if that's what ya wanted. Anyway, I just got the fantastical idea while I did the dishes! I'm not gonna tell y'all, but it's for a future novel. It's not a fanfic!
Chet: 'Sup, man? Good luck those, that sucks. I started school last week. I had to write my first argumentive essay, and I hated it! It was so sucky. Though I did like the topic: Jonny Quest is the best cartoon ever made. I actually didn't agree with it as I was starting it, but after I watched the first episodes I've seen in years I remember why I loved it so much! And it is officially my favorite cartoon! Hence, my avatar, The Invisible Monster. One of my favorite monsters! After the sea monster, of course. Well, I don't have a 'favorite movie of all time', but I do have a 'favorite movie at the moment' (;D)! It's The Princess Bride - Adventerous, romantic comedy, LOVE IT! What about you? What's your favorite?
PROMPT, Y'ALL! I need stuff to write! I'm gonna start updatin' stories whenever I can (again)since I can't stick to my other plan, unless y'all want really short chapters!
#27:
Philippians 4:8 Finally, brethren, whatever things are true, whatever things are noble, whatever things are just, whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report, if there is any virtue and if there is anything praiseworthy—meditate on these things.
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