Two Friends

The Kitchen Floor

Brooklyn walks into the kitchen to get some food. Also to find out where her friend is.

'Okay... Where is-' Brook then feels her foot accidentally kick something. She looks down and sees Ash.

"Ash, what the hell are you doing on the floor?" Brook asks.

"I fell," Ash says.

"Okay, then get up."

There was a pause. Then Brook says, "Ash, get up."

"No."

"Ash, get up," Brook says, a bit sternly.

"No, I don't wanna."

"I don't care if you want to or not, you aren't staying on the kitchen floor."

"I don't care about what you're saying, I'm staying on the kitchen floor."

"Why, why would you want to say on the kitchen floor?"

"Because..."

Silence. "So, are you going to continue...?"

"No."

'God, I feel like I'm babysitting a bratty child....'

"Ashley, get off of the god damn floor."

"No!"

"Ashley Clark, get off the of the floor!"

"Brooklyn Harris, get out of the kitchen!"

Brooklyn breathes in and out. She then walks closer to Ashley. She kneels down and picks up Ashley, bridal style.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Ashley yells, blushing like mad.

"Oh, calm down. This is the only way to get you off the floor." Brooklyn says, blushing slightly.

"You didn't have to carry me like this!"

"Well, you would have gotten off the floor..."

"Oh shut up!"

"Yeah, yeah... Whatever..."

To Be Continued
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Hope that this story isn't awful so far.

Thanks for reading this dumb and cringe-worthy story so far.

Have a great day and evening.

Adiós Bellas!