Note: Geesh, it's been a while! . Sorry!

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"I was raised among the Keebler elves." I stated, examining my nails with extreme interest and asking myself, do I really want to explain this?

"How do you figure that?" Andy asked, curious after a moment. Seth just looked over to me and rolled his eyes in that way that said "Here we go again..." I looked excitedly towards Andy and he realized what he'd just gotten himself into.

"Well, you see, when I was a newborn, The Keebler elves took me to their factory--" I was interupted.

"You mean their treehouse?" From Andy.

I glared for a few seconds before continuing. "The Keebler elves took me to their factory," I glared again, "and taught me their Dough-Flinging-Kung-Fu." I stared at them after that for a moment.

"But..." Seth started, "what about your parents? I mean, didn't they notice that you weren't there?"

I thought for a minute. "Well, obviously The Keebler Elves would've thought of that. So..." I paused for dramatics, "Because they're elves, and small enough to pass off as human babies, for the first 4 years of my life, my parents were raising an elf."

"Why'd they give you back, then?" Seth questioned.

"After I set the factory," I glared at Andy again, "On fire, they decided that my help was no longer needed. Where did you think I got my obsession with cookies from?" I looked pointedly toward the plate of sugar cookies in front of us. "Also, the chocolate chips in The Keebler Elves cookies are used for mind-control. But, don't tell them I told you."

All I got for my trouble was a couple of strange looks and a long, awkward silence. But what else do I ever get?

"..." said Seth.

"..." said Andy.

"I like Elmer's washable school glue," said I. Or, at least I said that in my head.

I looked down at the plate set in the middle of our group circle on the carpet... Seth looked at me. Andy looked at me. I would've looked at me, too, just to be conforming, but I found it quite impossible.

"How did you eat all of the cookies? Your mom just made them! I will admit, I had one, but there were so many!" Seth looked surprised.

"...Wanna go to the bakery and get some more?"

"..." said Seth.

"..." said Andy.

"I WANT SOME COOKIES!" said I. This time not in my head.

"Yeah, okay, let's go." And so we shuffled to get our coats and scarves, then scurried to Seth's big, rusty van. You know what? His van needs a name. I'm gonna name it... Priscilla.

"Seth, can I name your van Priscilla?" I asked as soon as we got in it.

After and few seconds and a confused look, he nodded uncertainly. I beamed.

As soon as we got to the bakery, I realized I didn't have any money on me. I put on a cute, pouty face.

"Seeeehth," I exagerated his name. "Would you pay for me?"

"I was already planning on it. It's not like you ever have any money on you, anyway," he mumbled, not completely taken by my cute, pouty face. I glared at the back of his head.

We got a lot of macadamia nut cookies and chose a table. I stared at one of the cookies for a few minutes until Andy finally asked what I was doing.

"I'm trying to think of a nick name for the cookie," was my reply as I shushed him and continued to stare. I'd like to imagine a lightbulb going off in my head, but it's more probable that the chubby, little hamster in my head actually realized he was supposed to run on the wheel, not chew on it.

An index finger attacked the air above my head as I said, "Ureka! I've got it!"

Then I sat and waited for someone to ask what I'd gotten. Andy finally broke and asked, while Seth remained quiet and continued to brood over the fact that he now had 0.

"I'll call it a macadamia nizzle cookie. Then it can be a cookie, a gangster, and a... Actually, that's it. That's all it can be. Unless it's actually a God in disguise. Then it's a God, too." I said and beamed again.

"When are you going back to college?" Seth asked, paying no heed to my speech.

"Well, I should've been back there yesterday."

He blinked his eyes. "So..."

I blinked.

He blinked again.

"..." said Seth.

"..." said Andy.

And this time, I, too, said, "..."

"You're not going back?" was finally asked.

"Nope. I didn't like it there. This kid stole my talking science book and then I got all angsty. I really loved that science book." I replied.

"So... You're gonna live here again?" Seth question, with a look of pure exasperation. Now he'd never have any money.

"Yup. I started looking for an apartment yesterday. My mommy says she'll make sure the other kids are nice to me. No, actually she said she'd help pay rent 'til I got a job. Which I'm also looking for."

"Oh. Okay. As long as you have a job," and relief etched over his features to create a picture that was the essence of perfect and beautiful. His hair tangled and swayed in front of his irresistible chocolate eyes and--

Oh my God, I'm in love with my best friend's brother. Andy and Seth stared at me because I hadn't been paying attention for the past few minutes. Imagine their surprise when what they saw after they'd switched their eyes over to me was the wide-eyed, open-mouthed version of the emotion otherwise known as shock.

And that's from a sigle sentence that was stated in my head. What now?

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Omg, what now, really? This was so totally unplanned it shocks even me.

Otseis Ragnarok: How could you not love Lynnette? D I reeaally like being random in this story. It's kinda my side project, and I can't be this random in anything else I write, so I take up the chance in this. That's why I actually write this. Also, I kinda wanted to write about cookies when I started this story. P