They ain't ruining the sleepover!

"Hey!" you shout, running up to them.

"Yes... ?" Mike asks, grinning in mock politeness. "What does such a damsel as you want with us lowly peasants?" Mike was always sarcastic. You used to find it tiring, but it seems kind of cute, now.

"Did you just say you're going to crash a sleepover," you ask, hands on hips.

"Yep. Why, want to join us?" Mike winks at you. Oh, brother.

"Perhaps if I wasn't GOING to the Sleepover. I'd advise not doing it - Amy's father has a shotgun. " you're not sure if this is true or not, but a wild impulse courses through you to say it - and at least the party won't be crashed now. You walk off.

Written by an anonymous author (edited by wanderer)

Ah Ha!
you must test yourself
do not go to you must test yourself it cantains possible nudity

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