Young Writers Society

Emile was kinda blankly staring into an infinite dark void and he stopped and started actually paying attention

"Wait- no. No pictures of me at any point in time at all. You only take pictures when they're embarrassing, dad"

Emiles dad rolled his eyes playfully

"You're no fun, Emile"

Remy laughed. Emile’s mom also chuckled a bit.

"Last time you took a picture of me, I was superglued to the ceiling"

Emiles dad laughed "I remember that! We let you have a party here and thats how you ended up"

(So I'm playing minecraft and I'm fishing up enchanted bows-)

(I have 7 of them-)

{oh my-}

“Pffft- oh my god, you told me about that!! It was hilarious!!”

(Yee-)

"You were the one who glued me to the ceiling! Someone put vodka in the soda and you got drunk and ran home!"

(My sister literally said she couldn't pick up a piece of paper in the yard because there were leaves stuck to it-)

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(I had to talk to my dad today-)

(I'm on vacation :D)

{Ay nice! How is it?}

“Wait seriously?? Pfft-“

(Its great, we're staying in a resort in the mountains and it has a zipline)

"Yeah, seriously. You also flirted with a plant"

{Omg that sounds amazing-}

{Also I’m out of ideas}

(Sorry I haven't replied I've been busy)


(I don't really have any ideas either-)

{Yeah same-}

{Uhhh I had an idea where Emile gets sick from overworking and Remy has to take care of him?}

( y e s)