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.