( A DREAM )
"Let's make babies," said Seb.
"WHAT?" I stared at him with wide eyes.
"Yes.. let's make a lot of babies." Seb slapped his hands together. "So many babies that my dad will have no choice, but for me not to get married."
"You're crazy.." I breathed still staring at Seb. "Are you mad?"
"He might be!" screamed a familiar voice. "But I am.." Kingsley came out of nowhere. He was wearing no shirt (which was nice) smirking like the jerk he was.
"If your not Jacob black then I suppose you put on a shirt, ugh." I rolled my eyes at Kingsley with disgust.
"I know you like this," Kingley touched his abs.
"Yeah who doesn't," I crooned sarcastically.
"What are you doing here Kingsley!" Seb hissed.
"Taking what's mine," Kingsley took my hand by force.
"She's mine!" Seb ordered taking a step forward.
"You won't have her!" Kingsley picked me up and threw me on his shoulder.
"HEY!" I shouted squirming. "Put me down!"
"KINGSLEY PUT HER DOWN OR I'LL SHOOT YOU!" Seb took out a gun.
"Oh yeah?" Kingsley put me down slowly. "You think you're so cool with a gun."
"This is payback for shooting me," Seb spoke through clenched teeth.
"I don't mind doing it again," Kingsley took out a gun and aimed it at Seb.
"You two!" I gasped. "Stop it."
"Nirvana!" Seb shouted, but kept his eyes on Kingsley. "Pick!"
"Pick what?" I stared at both of them.
"Pick or one of us will die." Kingsley clicked the top of his gun.
"What the hell are you two talking about?" I whispered paling a little.
"PICK!" they both said at the same time.
"I.."
"NIRVANA I BEESECH YOU!" rumbled a voice. Turning around the large jar wobbled its way behind towards me with a red cape around it.
"What the?" Seb swore.
"If I'm high right now this is the most trippiest thing I have ever seen." Kingsley's eyes went wide.
"Nirvana.." whispered the jar. "I have something to tell you.."
"What is it?" I frowned at the jar.
"SHUT THE HELL UP!" shouted Kingsley shooting 3 rounds at the jar.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" shouted the jar as it exploded into glass.
"Dude..." I put a hand on my mouth. "You killed the jar."
"Woop de freaking do, I just saved the recycling company some time." Kingsley rolled his eyes. "Now pick or-"
"NOOOOOOOOOO!" cried a voice. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY FATHER!" whimpered the enormous pickle running towards his shattered father.
"It was a blasted jar," Kingsley snorted.
"YOU KILLED MY FATHER!" cried the pickle crying pickle juice. "NOW WHERE WILL I SLEEP?"
"You sleep inside your father?" Seb stared at the pickle.
"That's so wrong.." Kingsley nodded his head from side to side.
