Biscuits
Word Count: 319
Rating: G
Spoilers: None
Author's Note: An update, from me! Who would've known? Anyway, it's just a silly thing. The idea's been around for a while, but I finally decided to write something. Thanks for reading!
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"Oh, lovely. Can I have one of those?" Caroline plopped herself into a chair next to Guy and reached out her hand to the packet of biscuits on the table. "I'm starving."
"No! No, you can't!" Guy lunged forward, nabbed the packet and fell back on his chair, clutching the biscuits to his chest.
"What? Why not?"
He wasn't prepared for such a radical question like that.
"Well, you see – that is, they've got loads of trans…saturated…fatty acid things in them. So, you know…they're really…poisonous. So –" He stood up and ran a hand through his curly locks.
"I figured I'd eat them all so no-one else would get sick…here!" Still clutching the biscuits to his chest, he scampered over to his locker and started flinging things out of it.
"Look, these are much better." He threw a pack of Swiss chocolate at Caroline's nose. "Eat some of that. That's good stuff, that is. So much better than…biscuits."
His eyes darkened and he waved the offending packet in front of her. "They do bad things, these! They play with your mind, and make really normal girls wet their knickers."
Caroline stared at him, wondering just when he had gotten so mad. But her pondering was broken off by Martin as he tried to slide ever-so-casually into the seat next to her, misjudged it and landed in a heap on the floor.
"Oh, yum, biscuits!" He beamed at Guy. "Can I have some?"
"Yeah, sure fartface." Guy spat in the packet and dropped it on Martin's head. "I've got to get off anyway." Tipping his cold coffee over martin, he wandered aimlessly out the door.
"Oh, what's with him?" Caroline sniffed. "I asked him for some of those and he wouldn't give me any."
"I don't really know." Martin wiped one of the soggy biscuits on his coat and popped it in his mouth.
"Seem fine to me. Just gingernuts."