Ohmigosh! I have not written anything in forever! K, I just got over a writers block, heres a new chappy.
Warning #3:
What wouldja do-oo-oo for a Klondike bar?
Sigh. Sigh. Sighhhhhhhhhhhh. Ya' know, i kind of thought that the whole "werewolf thing' would make life a little more interesting. Yet, here I sit with Quil by my side, eating iceream. Sigh. It was so hot outside. As in, "if I'm a werewolf with a super high temperature, and its hot to me, its hot!". So, Quil came up with the absolutley BRILLIANT idea of eating Klondike bars, upside down. Jake was so caught up in spending time with Bella, oh yeah, she chose him, shocker, but now he has no time for us. Sigh. What the hell happened to bros over hoes? Oh well, Quil's room was a serious mess. I was laying diagnally across his bed while he sat against the headboard, his feet resting on my stomach. and then, Quil.
"Hey Em, would you give Billy a lap dance for a Klondike bar?"
"Hell No!"
And so, our 'what would you do for a Klondike Bar' game began.
Would you give Paul a strip tease?
Would you play football naked?
Would you make out with Jake?
Would you grind Leah?
All of these questions came. Only Quil replied yes to the last question though, and I quote, "Dude, totally, she's got a helluva rack!"
Oh Quil.
Then, Jake burst through the door, no shirt and a pair of old sweats. He must have run here.
"Hey, give me a Klondike Bar." he said.
Me and Quil exchanged looks, and then smiled deviously.
"Oh, what wouldja do-oo-oo for a Klondike Bar?"
So what did yall think, I actually wrote this on my Ipod in band today, hehe, sneakiness!