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“Alright boys, me and my dad will be back, ok? We’re going grocery shopping! Romeo, do you want anything?”
“A skateboard!”
“Why would you eat a skateboard? I’ll get you Oreos instead. Bye!” “Bye Pritzy!”
Pritzy closed the door, with Pico staring at the neon blue -haired teen.
“Pritzy? Seriously?”
He asked, almost about to laugh at the nickname.
“What?”
He said, annoyed by Pico’s comment.” What do you want me to call her? Priscilla Von
Milo Heiner Riegel Vladski the Third?”
The ginger snorted and began turning blue from holding in his sudden laughter, “A-and that’s her actual n-name?”
“...y-yes, it is, she told me.”
Pico collapsed on the floor and bawled his eyes out from the giggling and amusement.
“Dude, get up already, we’re supposed to be cooking.”
After a while, Pico finally rose from the floor while wiping his tears and got control of his breathing.
“Hah... h-hah... ok, ok, fine...”
He sighed. He looked at the boy in the backwards cap and asked; “what are we cooking?”
Romeo stopped. “Uh, good question! Uh, one second, I uh, forgot, uh-“
“You have no clue, don’t you?”
“Nope.”
Pico covered his mouth with his fist, chuckling again.
“Hey, she never told me what it was, she just said cook something.” “And you never asked what she wanted?”
Romeo paused again.
“Ok, maybe not, but we can call her, right?”
“If this doesn’t work, you think we’re screwed?”
“Possibly.”
Romeo got his cellular device and called his girlfriend.
*Ring Ring Ring...*
A loud ringtone came from what seemed to be the sofa, Romeo started to walk over to the piece of furniture, then digging though the cushions of the couch, he discovered Pritzy’s phone.
“Dang It!” “What if we call her dad?” Pico suggested.
“Are you nuts?! He’ll kill us!”
“Never hurts to try.” The sleeves of Pico’s green shirt shrugged. Romeo rolled his eyes and waddled over to the pantry, opening it and carrying a large amount of ingredients in his arms.
“...dude, just cook some Mac and cheese, and not whatever those are.”
Commented Pico.
“She’ll never accept mac and cheese, she doesn’t deserve that!”
“I think you forgot we’re cooking for her and her *dad.*”
Romeo ignored him and set down all the items on the counter, then turning to the stove and turning it on high.
“Oh.”
Pico blinked at the stove for a moment, then screamed “ROMEO!”
“WHAT!” He yelled back.
“THE STOVE IS ON FIRE!”
“I TOLD YOU, I’M GREAT AT COOKING! I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR YOUR DUMB JOKES!” Pico twitched an eye, and continued “WHAT DID YOU EVEN PUT IN IT!?”
The childish boy ignored him, leaving Pico to groan in frustration. He turned to the boxes of ingredients he used, and scavenged through them. He couldn’t believe his eyes.
“ROMEO! YOU ADDED ALUMINUM!?”
“NO, IT’S SILVER! IF YOU EAT IT YOU GAIN MORE DEFENSE.”
“THIS IS REAL LIFE YOU KNOW!”
As the two teens bickered, Pico could feel the warmth of the kitchen increase. He turned behind him, and behold him was what looked like the depths of hell. He was almost cornered by the fire, but he managed to escape by jumping over the sink and into the living room. “ROMEO!” He screamed.
“What do you want-“
The ginger suddenly turned Romeo’s head towards the fire, resulting in him widening his eyes in shock.
“SEE!?” Yelled the loud boy.
Romeo didn’t even bother commenting and grabbed Pico’s wrist, immediately heading for the door.
“ISN’T THIS YOUR GIRLFRIEND’S HOUSE!? SHOULDN’T YOU PUT IT OUT!?” The angry boy yelled while being dragged at a comically high speed.
“Oh yeah.” Romeo said once he reached the door. He looked behind him and saw that the building was already engulfed in flames. “Too late.” He opened the door, got him and Pico out, and slammed it.
“WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!?” Screamed Pico as he grabbed Romeo by his white shirt collar, huffing and puffing with rage, seemingly about to punch the teen square in the face.
“W-well, they’re rich, right? I mean, they can just buy another house...” Romeo said, intimidated by his friend.
“Yeah, a house far far away from you. But you know what? Now her dad will hate you and throw you in that fire and you’ll burn slowly to death because of your stupidity...”
“Woah calm down Jamal don’t pull out the nine”
A red car pulled up into the driveway, both of the kids looked and saw that it was Pritzy and her father with a car full of groceries. The purple man got out of the car and slammed the door shut. “MY HOUSE! ROMEO, PICO, YOU ANIMALS! IS COOKING MAC AND CHEESE THAT HARD?”
Romeo blanked out for a moment.
“uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh it was Pico”
Pico started to laugh nervously. “I’m sorry, heheh... what?”
The vampire pointed stiffly at the boy with the green shirt. “YOU.”
He picked him up by the scruff of his shirt, and tossed him into the fire that had burnt the house down to its foundation.
“Haha” Romeo laughed. “You too.” The tall man added, picking him up by the scruff of his shirt as well and also throwing him into the fire.
They died.
The end.