Olive: *whistles putting a chair against the door*
Oil: What are you doing?
Olive: Trapping mean girls in a room full of nitrogen dioxide.
Oil: ... Okay. *walks off* I'll meet you at lunch.
Olive: *stops him* Help me with this first. *covers up the window with a piece of paper*
Oil: What do you want me to do?
Olive: Hold the handle.
Oil: *looks at the handle as it starts shaking* Kay. *holds it*
Olive: *hums pressing his ear against the door* ... okay! Let's go to lunch.
Oil: Cool. *walks with him*
YOU ARE READING
Short Stories 10
FanfictionThis time it's a picture of Homer. Also yadda yadda, Oc shit and cringe, Read at your own risk and such, OC smut and a shite ton of it!
