Sean sat on the couch watching The Simpsons as he ate a bag of long red fry shaped chips when his roommate Zack walked in, in his pj’s a pair of slippers perched on his feet. 129Please respect copyright.PENANAQhiwxOC9gl
“Morning” Sean said, Zack nodded in acknowledgment as he poured a cup of coffee. When he looked up his eyes landed on the bag and he watched as Sean placed a chip in his mouth chewing it in satisfaction. 129Please respect copyright.PENANArubxziGRwl
“Yo. Can I have some of those?” He asked, Sean glanced up and smirked. 129Please respect copyright.PENANAPqRBgZRwWN
“Sure you can have a spicy stick” 129Please respect copyright.PENANA0SIGtukdtR
Zack blinked and stopped filling his coffee, a look of confusion set on his tired face.129Please respect copyright.PENANAc2TyTLPNHW
“What?” 129Please respect copyright.PENANAFVUHmNlvTk
“I said you can have a spicy stick” Sean said holding out the bag letting the scent waft towards Zack. 129Please respect copyright.PENANAUScTWZ9Aq6
“Why the hell are you calling it a spicy stick?” 129Please respect copyright.PENANAs4FhevGA9S
Sean grinned and rested his leg over his one and putting on a pair of sunglasses an epic theme song starting to play on the TV. 129Please respect copyright.PENANAkBdA3uHM3Q
“Because it’s a spicy stick…and it’s from Dollar Tree” he said the words ‘Dollar Tree’ seeming to echo dramatically. 129Please respect copyright.PENANA1Q7vb8fYKd
Zack stared concerned and grabbed his coffee backing towards the apartment door, Sean stared at him the bag still inviting him in. Zack dropped his mug and raised his arms in the air “I’m out” he said. 129Please respect copyright.PENANAQnPpDfucfM
Sean shrugged.129Please respect copyright.PENANAiOTWOH2gvW
“More spicy sticks for me”
the end. 129Please respect copyright.PENANAmxGvudyFh6
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A/N: this book was made up by my dear friend and editor R!v3r
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