More Snippets!!~ Because it’s summer, my brain died~

Snippets for the win, am I right?? I know you’re all probably thinking, “Wow, she couldn’t think of anything else to put up here.” And you are absolutely totally completely… right. I’m still deciding what I’m gonna do over the summer on here. We shall see my darlings, we shall see.((Tell me if you have any ideas cause I need them.))  Anyway, snippets, for all of you. 

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Ellis blinks a few times then bites her lip as her cheeks turn bright red. I just stare, how? How does this even happen?

“How in the heck would someone buy twenty boxes of Ninja Turtle fruit snacks?” I ask in a voice of utter confusion, “I sent you there for salsa.”

“But this is better.” She smiles weakly. “I mean, have you had these before, amazing, absolutely-”

“A waste of money?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Phoenix, you’re over reacting. I’ll probably eat these all in a week anyway,” She rolls her eyes.

“You are so going on a diet,” I rub the back of my neck, “How much did this all cost?”

“It was on sale so… 70 bucks?” She cringes. I fall onto the couch.

“How did I get stuck with you?” I groan. Roan walks in, his hair as wild as usual.

“Cause you love me,” He says, sitting next to me, giving me a huge fake smile.

“More than I love Ellis right now,” I shrug.

“Hey!” Ellis pouts at me.

“Yo, what did you do?” Roan turns to Ellis, his golden eyes gleaming with a smile.

“I bought a lot of fruit snacks,” She murmurs, “The Ninja Turtle ones.”

“I told her to get salsa,” I sigh. Roan gets up, looking at all the boxes, spilling out of the pantry.

“Sick!” He grins, “Phoenix, why do you care? This is like a thousand percent better than salsa.”

“Gosh dang it not you too,” I sigh. Roan throws a package at my head and he dumps one in his mouth.

“I could literally get high on these.” He mumbles, mouth full. I sigh and open the pouch he threw at me. I eat a couple and roll my eyes again. Not gonna lie, they are pretty good.

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OK, another one! Tell me what you think below!!

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I blink slowly and peer at the guy at the counter. What did he say? I forgot my glasses at home so I can barely see and apparently now I’m deaf too. I didn’t sleep all night, I have a paper due in like an hour. And forgot about it because… I’m me. Anyway, it’s an amazing paper but only because it took me like 4 hours to do the outline only. You can imagine how long the rest of it took.

“5.99 is your total,” He repeated, looking bugged.

“Oh,” I nod and hand him the money, then mumble, “Keep the change.”

“Thanks, what’s your name?” He asks.

“Legend,” I murmur. He nods and scribbles it on the cup. I walk to the crowd of people who all seem to think their coffee is more important than my coffee. I stick my hands in my oversized hoodie and peer at the counter. Holy heck this is going to take forever.

Ten years later, I get my coffee. Sure I have a family and am going to retire soon but at least I have my coffee. The guy just hands it to me. And before I even check the name or the label, I take a huge sip. No. No. No. I run to a trash can and spit it out. Oh my lord no. I let out a moan and I couple people look in my direction. I glare at them. This day could not get any worse. This is not my coffee. And who ever was drinking this coffee, did not put an extra three shots in it. They didn’t even put one extra shot. This coffee is weaker than my push ups. I look around. I need to find whoever took my coffee. I don’t think I’ve ever looked harder for anything all my life. I search through the people, checking their cups. Then I ask at the counter. They said they already gave it out. I groan and walk outside. Look wildly. My eyes land on a guy who is waving at someone. Oh. He’s waving at me? It’s blurry but yea, I think he’s waving at me. I wave back. Kinda happy that he’s waving, maybe I know him. He shoots his hand back down. Crap. I don’t know him. But he’s holding a coffee. A big coffee. My coffee. I pray. I run up to him. He looks terrified.

“Lemme see your cup,” I say quickly, my head pounding. If I don’t get my coffee I’m going to die. I pull the label close to my face. “Oh thank the heavens.”

“What are you doing?” He asks slowly.

“This is yours,” I had him the water coffee, “You have a terrible taste.”

“What?” He frowns. Now that I can actually see him, he’s kinda cute. Thick curly black hair and deep ebony skin.

“I’m Legend,” I stick my hand out as I chug the coffee, “You stole my coffee and left me with a weak decoy.”

“Okay…” He blinks a few times but doesn’t question it. “I’m Roan.”

“Roan?” I peer at him.

“Your name is literally Legend, don’t even start,” He gives me a look.

“Touche.” I nod, “Thanks for my coffee.”

“You’re welcome,” He sighed.

“See you around?” I ask.

“Probably not, I try to avoid mentally disturb people,” He says with a scoff. Then walks away. I take another sip, gosh this is so good.

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So yea! Those weren’t really snippets because they’re not actually in the book but they were fun so I hope you liked it. 

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In Which I Have One of Those Siblings…

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Hey! Short story time. This might be a couple of parts… depends on my mood and your demand. Let me know in the comments if you want more of this story. 

I grab a couple bags and haul them from the car. I’m so dumb with this crap. It is three flights of stairs to my apartment and I have a lot of plastic bags. I grab as many as possible and start to lug them to the stairs. I can’t us the elevator, they charge me. I’m not even sure why it’s there, no one uses it. I heave an epic sigh that breaks records and start to climb up. This sucks… Why do I have to be on the top floor? Someone honks a horn in the garage. I don’t even turn around. They honk again, laying on it. I slowly turn around, my most pissed face on. It’s Legend. She waves. I regret telling her here I live. She smiles. Seriously, not my finest moment.

“Want help?” She asks.

“Nope.” I shake my head. She gets out, not even parking the car. It’s still running. She grabs a few bags. “Your car?”

“Someone’s picking it up. I share it with a few people,” She slams my trunk and we walk up the stairs. Legend talks the whole time. Talking about her new job. She apparently does make up. Her new friends. Don’t forget her new boyfriend. Who is different from all the others. And her new apartment.  I honestly don’t care about any of it. She hasn’t called me in three months. Which may not seem like much but it was a long three months. A lot has changed. And not just who she’s dating. We get to my hall. “Wow. Charming.”

“It’s all I can afford, plus I’m not even supposed to be living on my own,” I sigh as I unlock the door and step in. It is a mess. One of the windows doesn’t even have a pane. Good thing I live in freaking LA which is always warm. Even winter. Which is great sometimes but occasionally I don’t wan tot be sweating from the heat. It has a bed pushed into a corner. My clothes are piled in one corner or all over the floor. I do have a kitchen though. No running water but there’s a fridge. Which makes no sense but I don’t complain. I start to put the food on the table and then put the perishables in the fridge. I stick all the fruit in the non working sink and the water jugs in a corner.
“Dang, you’re set for life,” She scoffs. She sits at the folding table in the middle of the room. She plays with a strand of her hair which has been dyed blue. To match her eyes I would imagine. “So uh, Ellis come over a lot?”

“Nope,” I sigh. This is why I don’t like her coming over, she’s nosy. She asks questions and digs through my stuff. “Why would she?”

“I  don’t know…” She shrugs, “But I do remember you telling me something about a kiss.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” And its true, I never kissed Ellis. She never kissed me. Well, not really. We had to do it, once. But that was only because we were pretending to be a couple. It was nothing. I pray that’s not what Legend is talking about.

“Ugh, have you even tried finding someone?” She grabs an orange from the sink and start peeling.

“I’m seventeen, I don’t need a soul mate. Otherwise I’ll end up with 27 by the time I’m 20. Sound familiar?” I grab the orange back, “You have a job, you pay for your own food.”

“Shut up.” She sighs. “You’re so uptight.”

“I have a lot to be uptight about.” I sigh back. Then stick the orange back in the sink. “Why did you come?”

“Well…” She puts on a look I know way too well. The I’m-in-trouble look. The one where she smiles weakly and shifts in her seat. “I’m in a little pickle.”

“I don’t have money,” I finish putting everything away.

“I know that, I wouldn’t come to you for money,” She scoffs, “I just need a place to hang for the next day or two, my boyfriend’s mad at me.”

“Again? What did you do this time?”I shake my head and sit down across from her. “And I’m your little brother you’re supposed to be taking care of me.”

“I just borrowed something from him and someone stole it from me…” She licks her lips, “I need to steal it back… And since you have experience in these things, I figured you could help me.”

“No,” I get up and shake my head. “No. No. NO.”

“Come on Phoenix,” She gives me a pleading look. I continue to shake my head.

“I stopped that,” My jaw is clenched, “I told you I was done with that.”

“Please? I really need you to do this,” She pinches her brows together. “Please.”

“I… I…” I cover my eyes with my hand, “Fine.”

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” She squeals and gives me a hug, “You’re the best.”

“What am I stealing?” I sigh.

“A car. A sports car.” She blushes a little, “A Ferrari.”

And that my friends is how I landed in jail for stealing a really sweet ride with a messed up paint job.

Snippets! ((Because I Have Nothing Else to Post))

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Hey all! SO this is what I got this week and you’ll just have to deal with it. I’ve been messing around with characters and stuff like that so you get snippets. You’ll love it. 

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“Don’t even start!” Ellis rolls her eyes, “I don’t want to know how nerdy you are until I’m too in love with you too care.”

“What?” I scoff. Camo giggles. “You’re not already in love with me that much?”

“I don’t know, who’s your favorite character is Lord of the Rings?” She peers at me.

“Well prob- Oh that was a trap wasn’t it?” I peer back. She grins and nods, looking way too pleased.

“But you should answer, wanna know mine?” She smirks dangerously.

“Sure.” I sigh.

“Orlando Bloom. ‘Cause he’s hot,” She sweeps her hair off her shoulder.

“Oh come on!” I start to rant, “You can’t even use his real name? And you can’t just like a guy because he’s hot.”

“She likes you,” Catch mutters. I shoot him a look.

“Who’s side are you on?” I eat a potato chip.

“Anyone’s?” He shrugged. Both Camo and Ellis are laughing so much that they’re turning red.

“Phoenix, you’re so cute,” Camo says, her breath short. “Your face…”

“Here, come get some more chips with me,” Ellis sighs, still laughing. I shake my head and come with her. She kisses me on the cheek softly and whispers, “I actually really like Lord of the Rings.”

Oh my-” She runs to the fridge, giggling again, her freckles laughing with her. Gosh, I love her.

 

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“Camo!” She turns, and cocks her head.

“What?” She frowns, brow arched, voice suspicious.

“You like salmon?” I ask.

“No. I prefer trout,” She shrugs, “Why do you care?”

“No not fish! The color!” Ellis sighs. “Come on Camo, you’re the painter here.”

“Oh the color, um I think I like flamingo or coral more,” She shrugs again, then scratches her brow with her pointer finger. “I’m still confused why you care.”

“We were just wondering because Catch says he likes salmon and I told him flamingo was better.”

“Oh sure. Blame everything on me,” Catch epically sighs.

“Drama queen,” Ellis snorts.

“Am not, take it back,” He shoots back.

“What are you guys, 12?” Camo pulls some bread out of the pantry and starts to put jelly on it.

“On a scale of one to ten, yea,” Phoenix nods. “And I want mine with honey.”

“Your what with honey?” Camo pulls the peanut butter out.

“My sandwich. Duh.”

“No one says duh anymore, keep up,” Catch gets up and starts to make his own sandwich. “And make your own sandwich, she’s not your servant.”

“Yea!” Camo sticks out her tongue and kisses Catch on the cheek, “Thanks bæ.”

“No problem,” Catch winks in my direction, “Jealous Kace?”

“No,” I scoff, “I won’t be jealous unless she makes you a sandwich. I’m practically wasting away over here.”

“I’m sure you can make it to the kitchen,” Ellis laughs and gets up from the couch, “C’mon bro.”