Hello! One more One Shot XD! HAPPY because the other two were a bit depressing. And yeah. It's pure crack.


"YOU BLEW UP MY HOUSE?" Jordan screamed in my face.

"No! Just...redecorated it."


"Uh oh. Crazy eyes." Michelle stated. I glared at her.

"You're not helping."

"Not trying."


Ok. Let me explain the situation here. My best friend Jordan let me redecorate her beautiful 4 stories high palace. I got a little bit too happy with throwing paint at the wall. Then I got hungry. I washed my hands of course, took a nice shiny bowl with soup and put it in the microwave to heat up. In the end, the whole 3rd floor went up in flames but ground, 1st and 2nd floors are all ALRIGHT. So I personally don't get why she was so upset over it. She hated that floor. She told me. It creeped her out. So in fairness I did her a favour. Michelle, my 4 years older than me cousin who happens to be also best friends with Jordan and live with her in that house, was laughing so hard when she saw me with a fire extinguisher trying to get rid of a fire bigger than me. Finally the firemen came and put it out, we were feeding these brave men cookies when Jordan came home. Smelling the smoke she came into the kitchen and...you know how it goes on from there.

"Jordan it's not THAT bad." Michelle tried to soothe her.


...She's not spoiled ok...not really

Michelle slapped her. Jordan span around and blinked at Michelle.

"What was that for?"

"You were getting hysterical."

"NO I WASN'T! I WAS GETTING MORE PISSED OFF YOU FUCKTARD!" She ran out of the kitchen to look at the damage. Michelle just continued to eat her cookies and smiling and talking to the firemen. Normally this is the point when no one pays attention to me and I don't know what to do with myself. So I went up the stairs, climbed the banister and sat on it.

...Nothing was happening...

...My eyes drifted up to the place where the roof used to be and looked at the clouds...

"Hmm...You look like Charmander." I said to myself.

"Actually it looks more like Pikachu." A male voice said from the door. I looked and indeed it was a male. A male specimen of a somewhat good looking human.

"Sure, pick the most famous one not the most awesome one. Who are you?" He cleared his throat and came forward with his hand out for me to shake.

"Scott Lance. Home Insurance. I was called here by Miss Michelle Gray." I looked at his hand then back at his face. He let his hand fall down and he looked up. "Now I see why."

"There's no roof." I said to him.

"I can see that." He replied. A few awkward moments later he looked down back to my weird face. "Want to tell me what happen?"

"I'm not allowed to speak to strangers on my own. Especially company people. People who have money."


"I tend to say the wrong thing in the wrong context." I jumped off the banister. "Come with me. I'll get you to the kitchen. There is cookies there."

"There are."




"Are you just saying random words to avoid speaking to me?"

"Kitchen." I waved at Michelle. "Cus. There is a person here." Michelle rolled her eyes and got up from the firemen.

"Hi." She smiled at the home insurance dude. "I'm Michelle Gray. That is a weirdo who likes falafels."

"THEY ARE ECSTASY IN FOOD!" I screamed in outrage.

"Whatever. How can I help you?"

"Insurance." The dude said. I skipped away barely listening to what anybody said because guess what. I like falafels.



"Ow." I ran into a door.