#theprettypotato

Falling in love with your best friend was such a cliche.

But yet, knowing this fact, Sunny just could not help herself.

'We need Ventolin,' announced Sunny. The two of them were in Sunny's bedroom, studying. Supposedly. Also because that's what best friends are s'posed to do

'...why do we need Ventolin?'

Sunny stared at Chris. 'Because reasons. Obviously.'

Said person shook his head. 'I don't even know what those online people are doing to you. I swear, one day they're going to kidnap you and nobody would ever find out because anyone who did would be bribed with cookies.'

'...what the hell?' Sunny stared incredulously at Chris. 'How do you know I do that?'

Chris rolled his eyes. 'Because I saw it, remember?'

'Ohyeah. What do you think of them anyway?'

'I think that they're crazy.'

'Well that's an accurate description. Also where is this conversation going because this is not plot relevant. Well nothing is really relevant to anything wher I come from, but wtvr.'

Chris' eyes widened. 'Did you seriously just strikethrough and chatspeak in that sentence?'

Sunny shrugged. 'habit i guess'

'Grammar!'

'oops habit'

'How is that habit? No one even talks like this!'

'well i do so there i win jortato is legit everyone go home.'

'...I give up. We should be studying maths and being a cute ship anyway.'

'...'

'...'

The silence stretched on, until Sunny giggled and said -

'omfg we're like quoting jordan lol'

'...'

'but um chris'

'...Yes?'

'we're doing a terrible job at being a cute ship'

'I don't even -'

Sunny moved closer to Chris, so she was sitting right next to him. 'like dat'

Chris shifted uncomfortably. 'Um...'

'well idek actually but wtvr i think most cute ships like getting close to each other like this'

'Why are you even acting like this?'

'bc the author's too lazy to write anything that is remotely entertaining or amusing'

'...I see.'

'HI SUNNEH,' screamed TG as she burst into the room flailing. 'YOU SEE, IT WAS GETTING AWKWARD AND WE NEEDED A PLOT SO I CAME IN FOR NO REASON.'

'whut ._.'

'JORDQUOTE THERE SUNNEH ALSO I HAVE BEEN HIT BY CAPS BUG'

'WAIT WHUT IM MARRIED TO CAPS THO GET AWAY.' Tate also entered the room for extra Plot.

'What the hell? Can we just end the story here?'

'Okay,' said Tate, nodding.

'You two,' said TG.

'Need,' added Tate, continuing TG's sentence because of mind reading powers and other logical reasons.

sunneh and chris make out heatedly bye

'GTFO, Snow,' grumbled Tate, annoyed.

'technically i'm not anywhere near you so that sentence is wrong' Snow pointed out.

'LALALA SHUDDUP,' chanted TG and Tate together.

'RULE FIFTEEN TO ALL OF YOU SO THERE' added TG after a moment.

'I FORGOT WHAT RULE FIFTEEN IS ASDFGHJKL; HALP'

Sunny and Chris sat still on the couch, eyeing the newcomers with fear. And confusion. And emotions. Inside her head, Sunny was already shipping a Snow/TG/Tate!Threesome. Because she is the horniest of us all and other logical reasons. Rule 11. (hahaha tate needs to scroll it's eleven) (xD oops)

'wtf'

'that'

'well obvi i'm not appreciated here so bye PEASANTS' snow flipped her hair and flounced off with the elegance of a president SNOW HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ok bye

'how does that even work o.o' said TG as she poked around the room. 'this is a sorry excuse for a chat by the way' she added.

President Snow re-entered the room and killed everyone.

Bombed everyone to be precise.

And their kids.

bye

It took him five years. Five years before he changed. Five years before he finally got over her--got over his thirst for revenge, and was able to move on.

And then he saw her again. She looked different, in some ways--her hair was shorter, no longer to her waist. She looked more mature, and her mouth was set.

Potato. Her name still sent shivers down his spine. The name itself was uncommon enough, and now that it reminded him of her...

The alleyways of London are dark at night.

[lol i know

the perfect place for murder

basically 

tate and jordan murder tg and tish and sunny and all other jortato shippers

and then the end baibai]

[no not the end potato dearest you forget that i am immortal and tg is half-ghost and therefore very hard to kill seeing as she's already dead. as for tish; her father isn't even human, dear. do the math.

Once upon a time, Jordan killed TG. The end.

Don't forget, so did Tate.

That was a nice story, Jordan. But it didn't happen quite like that.

Yes it did.

Jordan and Tate were sitting in front of their separate computers in their separate states in their - shock - same country, and they both frowned. Basically they had the nearest thing to the pokerface on except they both typed -

'DIE TG DIE'

'OFF WITH HER HEAD'

'OMFG FCK U'

'YOU. ARE. DEAD.'

Hunched over her keyboard, Tate typed furiously.

'Let's kill her together, Jord.'

Except of course it lacked grammar, so it was, in fact: 'lets kill her together jordAN OKDONE EVERYONE GOES HOME YAy because it was actually an edit war over jord and jorde and jordie so yeah'

But for simplicity's sake and reasons we will correct her terrible grammar.

Jordan responded: 'Yes.' In that usual emotionless style of his.

And then of course he added: '._.'

'jordface' squeaked a random CftBF member.

'...' said Jordan. 'Shutup.'

'jordquote,' squeaked another.

'...'

'Shutup.'

'jord just quoted himself omg so legit' squeaked the same member who was starting to sound like Sunny.

And in her room in Singapore, TG just sat in front of the computer laughing because this was such an accurate description of the forum. There was just one more thing to add.

'Boobs.'

'tg shuddup and let us kill u ok'

'Yes.'

(Guess who.)

'hahahahano.'

'um

'what about

'YES.'

'life doesn't work that way

'and i should go and be productive now so bai kids,' said TG in her usual studying brb manner.'have fun fapping,' she added.

And then she left to lurk.

'=_='

'=_='

'also jortato is legit kthxbai'

'...

'Shutup.'

'gtfo sunny ok we're trying to kill you

and tg