My Brother, Cupid Part 12

I stayed with Dewey over the weekend. It was like spending the weekend in a haunted house. At night the house was a lot worse then during the day you could hear the it literally creep. I'm surprised I got a wink of sleep. On Monday I went back to school. It was a little far from Dewey's house so he drove me there. I braced myself for another run-in with Haley.
As I walked into my first class I looked at her and couldn't help smiling. I, luckily, avoided saying anything to her. This smile made her melt downwards into her chair as if she was trying to get away. I felt the same way. Unfortunately I couldn't get away from the stupid love magic.
A whole week went by. My mom called almost every day, no one really trusts Dewey, even if they've only heard his voice. Dewey was a great host, he fed me, gave me a ton of candy (it's kinda his thing), and even did the normal fatherly things. Chase didn't ever find me. And Haley and I managed to avoid all contact.
That was until I came home one day to a house smelling like despair and blood. Dracula came into the living room as he quickly addressed me. "Ve quick. I have a Holiday meeting very soon," he said.
"Wait! A Holiday meeting? Do you remember that I'm trying to avoid my brother? Why would you invite him to the very place where I'm hiding?" I said.
"I vemember. I try to avoid everyone, see how vell that works," he said, but seeing the panic on my face he said, "Relax. He's not even coming. He's very very sick." This was followed by an evil laugh.
"He's sick?" I asked.
"I don't sink so. I sink he is incapable of becoming Cupid because he's so vorried about you," Dracula said. He then turned around and said, "You are vree to join us in the meeting, if you dare. I don't know what's its avout."
"Really? Chase, I mean Cupid, never lets me join in on the meetings," I said.
"I'm not supposed too either," he said leaving. I decided to join him and I followed him to his meeting room.
"Dracula, you are always late to the meetings in your own house," I heard Santa say as he walked into the room.
"I don't even know vat the meeting is about," was Dracula's response.
"I thought it was obvious," Santa said with a sigh, "Hasn't Cupid been calling all week? We have to find-" The room fell silent as I entered. All eyes turned to me.
"Him," the turkey said finishing Santa's sentence.

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Apples to Apples and more Apples

Sorry, I haven't been blogging for a while. Right now I'm sitting in Study Skills with nothing to do. So what I'm going to do is write a story using only adjectives from the green Apples to Apples cards, I hope this turns out okay.

Cloe walked from the place she worked to her spicy, sexy car and drove to her dainty, misunderstood apartment. She threw her exciting keys on to the counter and checked the messages on her phone. Her eyes grew wide: 50 messages. She checked her messages everyday how could they pile up like this. She pressed play as she started to prepare her dangerous dinner of an apple, tuna sandwich, and lemonade.
The first message started as "Hey Cloe, it's . . . that's not right."
She looked up with a stereotyped look on her face.
The second message was, "Cloe, it's ... that's not right either."
"Who is leaving these messages?" she painfully mused.
"Hey! Clo, how you doing? . . . no, no, no." the third one furiously said.
"This is Brad. Cloe . . . what?!? That one doesn't work either." the fourth one said.
So it was Brad, a funny co-worker, who was leaving the puffy messages. She kept on listening through the messages, some were fragrant, some were corrupt, and others were fabulous. Some got farther then others. By the end she knew that he was asking her out on a date but she waited until the last message.
She kept an unreal laugh the whole time. "Oh, Brad," she said with a glitzy look on her face.
That was until the last one which was, "Hi Cloe. Brad here. Was wondering if you would be willing to go out with me on Friday? I was just thinking of getting dinner and then going bowling. Call me back. Okay, bye."
She finished eating being fully outraged by her meal, and walked over to the visionary phone. She picked it up and called him. A few rings after she heard a, "Hello?"
"Hey, Brad. it's Cloe. And yes, I would love to go out with me. But next time don't call me fifteen times, okay?" she said with a timeless laugh.
"Got it. Bye." he said.
"Bye," she said and she hung up the phone with a shallow thud.

I just want to conclude by saying that this story shows how much an adjective can change a word. I had a ton of fun writing this one.