Charlie Brown X Peppermint Patty นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Would he really miss the opportunity to be with her when she went all the way to his building? My jaw clenches. I sink my teeth into my peanut butter and jelly toast. Crumbs scatter all over the table. I’m chomping on the sandwich and I do not care. I wash it down with my cold coffee. I stand to refill my cup and dump more sugar in it. One spoon. Two spoons. A dash of milk. Mr. Austin glances at what I’m doing when he fills his cup. I don’t acknowledge him and stride over to my seat where Charlie is waiting beside me on her own chair. I give her a piece of white bread. She ignores it. She’s getting picky.

She just patted my chest and tossed me a wink of her own. Chris had already assembled the snack cart. Elle had mentioned that they upgraded the popcorn used in their pack to a snack cart, and everyone who joined the interrogation party thoroughly thanked Chris for his brilliance. Yeah, Chris did not need a bigger ego than he already had. It was a damn good thing that he got Charlene for a mate because she kept him grounded.

Jean sat on the ground completely dying. "Hey.” "I really want pancakes right now." Jean said and Charlie laughed. "Pancakes at night? You sure are ridiculous.” Charlie said. "Hey! One little piece won’t kill you right?" She smirked and I can’t believe her. "I met a fan the other day and I was eating a chocolate cake at that time, she was like.. what are you eating? Why? Why chocolate cake? And I was like.. I’m a human too. I have a special place for desserts in my stomach. Her face fell and she was speechless.” Charlie said.

I opened my mouth and shoved that beast in, it was difficult, but I managed to squeeze it all in. “How're the pancakes?” Charlie asked while staring right at me, with excited anticipation of my answer. My eyes grew wide and my stretched-out cheeks blushed. I tried my best to chew the huge amount of food that I'd just shoved into my mouth, without having it fall out all over the place. I must have looked like a chubby little hamster with its food pouches filled to the brim. “They're the best right?” He asked with an exaggerated nod of his head.

Jayden scoffed, “See? Just force her to sign the god-damned papers and stop going easy on her,” His brother ignored his words, his gaze still glued to mine. "Tell me what my Mom was trying to protect me from," I added. His face hardened but softened again. His lips parted, “Charlie Brown,” he stated. That name. It made my heart skip two beats and made my stomach drop. “Charlie?”I asked to confirm. "Yes, Charlie Brown. He had your sextape,". I thought it was only the name that made my heart skip two beats but the last words did the same. “How does he-".

Charlie rolled it down while she chomped on her gum and lifted a pad and pen to take our order. "What can I get you?" "Two chubby checkers and a chocolate malt." She winked, tucked her pad and pen into her pocket, and gave her gum one final chomp. "Sure thing, sweetheart." And then she pushed off on one foot and bent over to skate away with her ruffles underneath her skirt barely covering her butt.

she chuckles as she reaches for them, stuffing her mouth with baked goodies. “Charlie,” I call out stunned at her. “I dare you to munch as many as you can, Lettie. Loser gets to color Dinosaurs with ugly paints,” she states and I freeze, laughing at how silly that sounded, then, closing the distance, I go for the cookies, stuffing my mouth, barely breathing in between mouthful of delicacies. Everything was going on well until it was time to share the last cookie bite. “That’s mine!” I scream as I reach for it and Charlie beats me to it.

Charlie was happy with himself for not waiting any longer to get home, but he had a hard time choosing. "You don't choose: it'll be 8 of each," John decided. "But it's more that way," said Charlie glumly. "Yes, I feel in a generous mood today!" In the evening, Britney massaged lotion over Charlie's whip marks. She even worked his anus to try and cheer him up a little.

He hung his pointy chin over Pete’s shoulder. “Pancakes?” he said hopefully. “Yes,” she said with as much firmness as she could muster. “Whole wheat with syrup.” Throwing off the covers, she swung out of bed in her Dalmatian-print pajamas. She tried not to think about her mother shopping for them with her. Paula Eilert been sick already. That trip to Macy’s was one of their last outings. “We don’t have syrup,” Charlie said. “I’ll make that too,” she declared.