Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-2173402-20160210013219/@comment-5385060-20160423014302

Milo laughed.

A certain scantily clad cheerleader got on the bus, and found a seat. She sat as far away from the three boys as she could. Milo got up, and sat on the row behind her. He leaned over the back of her chair, not serious. He hated her, and was just messing with her.

"Hey, baby," he muttered, struggling to keep a straight face.

"Get lost, Lopez," Kyla snapped. "I have pepper spray in my purse."

"Why so abrupt? All I came over to say is, you got a zit on your face," he said, staring at her clear skin as if the hugest zit ever had broken out on her chin. "If you don't sort it out quick, the puss in that thing will be like Pompeii all over your face."

Franticly, Kyla snatched a compact mirror out of her purse, and begun scrutinizing the reflection of her face for any blemish. Her purse was just sat there, unnoticed.

Milo figured they could use that pepper spray for something. He shot the twins a look that implied it is on.