Young Writers Society

“I think this is not how flirting usually works,” Alexander snorted.
Ana moved out of Johnny’s way swiftly. “They’re down the hall!” She pointed stiffly.

"Yeah... Johnny's a bit... insecure," Dally said seriously.

Johnny kept on running in the direction Ana pointed. "T-thanks!" He shouted, looking back. He suddenly slipped on something and landed on his bottom. He looked up, his stomach at its breaking point. It came out. Directly on top of Kermit the Frog, whom he had slipped on in the first place. "Oh-- erm-- urp,"

NastyMajesty wrote:"Yeah... Johnny's a bit... insecure," Dally said seriously.

Johnny kept on running in the direction Ana pointed. "T-thanks!" He shouted, looking back. He suddenly slipped on something and landed on his bottom. He looked up, his stomach at its breaking point. It came out. Directly on top of Kermit the Frog, whom he had slipped on in the first place. "Oh-- erm-- urp,"

rip kermit

rip kermit

XD Sorry Kermit

Kermit let out a throaty scream, he was covered in dirt from having been kicked out into the garden.
“Oh, jeez. Grosssss..” He whined.
Alexander couldn’t take it. He burst out laughing and fell out of his seat because of it.

Dally fell down, rolling on the floor as well. He was practically crying now. "My god, this kid!" He said, between laughs.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry, are you okay?" Johnny asked, picking up the small, vomit-covered muppet nervously.

“Er, yeah.” Kermit said. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about it.”
Ana knelt down, snapped her fingers, and the mess was cleaned up, and that included the Muppet, too.

Johnny sighed with relief. He looked at Ana, wondering if she had anything to say to the poor creature.

Ana plucked the Muppet from the ground and set him on his feet. “Promise me you’re not gonna kill us?”
“Promise. I’m as clean as a whistle.” Kermit grinned.

Johnny sighed again with relief. He was sure that somethin' bad was gonna happen because of what Ana had done. "Well, now that I'm all emptied out, shall we all rejoin our group?" He asked, grinning a bit.

“I mean. I guess..” Ana helped him to his feet and handed him a strip of DoubleMint.

"Urm... what's this?" he asked, holding the small rectangular object.

“It’s gum.” Ana laughed. “You’ve got it back home, I’m sure.”