EsmaTheKey

Part One “Here ya go, guys!” Abby said, tossing the bag of paprika-flavoured potato-chips on the floor where the rest of her friends were sitting. “All right, now we’re talking!” Hoagie said excitedly, swiping the bag off the white carpet and opening it on the spot. Abby rolled her eyes. After all these years the former 2x4 engineer’s appetite had never seemed to grow fainter the slightest bit. “Calm youself down, ‘Chipper’,” she said with a grin, “There’s a bowl to go with it. My mom ain’t gonna be too happy when she finds out you messed crumbs all over her carpet.” &

Standing awkwardly in your broom closet wasn’t exactly how you imagined your birthday playing out, but nonetheless that’s exactly what was happening. You waited for an ungodly amount of time for the person who was supposed to be making out with you right now. Finally, you could take it no more and pressed your ear against the door to listen in on what was happening outside. Your hearing wasn’t all that great, and you could only make out muffled mumbles on what was being said. You overheard someone talking about Obama on a skateboard but you thought the notion was so ludicrous that clearly you heard it wrong. Leaning back

  You push the glass door open with your shoulder, your friends at your side. The sound of excited voices rushes to your ears, and you can’t help but sigh in contempt. You were at the 2015 Comic-Con, along with some of your co-workers from the Smosh Games office. You were all there for different things; Lasercorn ran off immediately, his head whirling around in wonderment like a little kid. Sohinki looked around for the sections devoted to in-game merch and items. Jovenshire pulled out his phone and began recording a quick vlog to post on his channel. But since you and Wes both worked behind the scenes at Smosh Games, it was your jobs t

 . . . of a Powerpuff Girl "Why can't I wear this? It's what's in style right now!" "Maybe it's because you had more on when you were born," volunteered Buttercup in the spirit of not helping at all. Blossom Utonium cast her sister a smoldering look that was an inch away from cutting her down with lasers. She was modeling her new, bright pink bikini. Had she been anywhere but in the living room of their DexLabs suite, she would have caused record amounts of whiplash and traffic accidents. "Hey, I was there. Just tellin' it like it is," Buttercup defended. "There are plenty of other pretty style bathing suits, Blossom," Bubbles piped, try