Steven Gets Scared Of The Ants

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5 Guys

Washington St

Middletown, Connecticut

Steven: I want a bacon cheese dog, vanilla milkshake, and large Cajun fry.

Vanessa: *Boston accent* I'll have a grilled cheese sandwich, and a strawberry milkshake. *green shirt, black shorts, and shiny, black thigh high boots*

Steven: *gets his food* You wearing socks with them boots?

Vanessa: *Boston accent* No, now meet me outside by the patio. *waiting for her food*

Steven: *steps outside, sees a swarm of ants, and screams like the prison wolf from the 1946 Tex Avery cartoon Northwest Hounded Police* ANTS!!!!!!

Ants: *swarming by the patio, in rapid numbers*

Steven: I hate ants!!! *too chicken to sit down*

Vanessa: *steps out*

Steven: There's ants out here!

Vanessa: *Boston accent* Steven, just sit over there! There's no ants there!

Steven: *sits at the other table*

Vanessa: *Boston accent* Don't you work here? *drinks her shake*

Steven: Yes, but I'm off today. I work tomorrow. *eats his bacon cheese dog*

Vanessa: *Boston accent* Oh, I see. *eating her grilled cheese sandwich*

Man: *gets out of blue 1997 Toyota Camry with a New Jersey license plate, and speaks Spanish on his phone*





This story was written on Saturday, July 8th, 2023.

A/N Steven got scared by those ants! 😅😅😅😅😅 Don't be a silent reader. Please leave feedback. Thanks.

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