No Fairytale Endings Here

     Once upon a time

Happy New Year!!

Robby: Come on Elli we only have one more flight of stairs to get up.
Elli: I can't do it. I'm to weak.
Robby: Elli baby come on we have to make it. I know you can do it.
*Elli drops to the floor and begins to throw up*
Robby:Elli!
*Elli finishes throwing up and begins to cry*
Robby: Elli it's okay. I'll call someone to come and clean it up.
Elli: Just leave me here.
Robby: No Elli don't say that.
Elli: Please just leave me here to die.
Robby: No I refuse to leave you here to die.
*Robby picks up Elli and carries her up the last flight of stairs.*
Elli: Robby
Robby: Yes?
Elli: I have to thro..
*Elli begins to throw up on the both of them. Robby ends up slipping and falling. He never lets go of Elli to make sure she doesn't get hurt.*
Robby: Are you okay?
*Elli begins to cry*
Elli: Please just leave me here.
*One of the neighbors opens their door, and find the both of them on the floor.*
Neighbor: Oh boy looks like somebody had a little too much fun and the ball hasn't even dropped yet.
Robby: Yep, just trying to get her home is all.

Neighbor: 

Final Presentation

     "Hello and welcome everybody. Now I know it's been a long semester and I'm the last presenter. So I'll try not to make this shit to painful. Oops! Oh shit sorry. Wait no sorry about that last one too," you look over at your unimpressed professor who's sitting in the back of the classroom. "I'm going to fail aren't I?" The professor just sits in the back of the room silently laughing to herself waving for you to continue. You dip underneath the closed lectern to grab something. As you grab it, it slips out of your hand. You begin to curse it to the high heavens for dropping as you slowly come up. Your classmates are all giggling at you like a bunch of school girls. "This my fellow classmates is a rare preciouses stone." You hold the stone up like it's Simba. "This pre-cio-use stone has been in my family for the past," you pause for dramatic build up, "TWO HOURS," you proudly announce,  "since I grabbed it out of my garden this morning." Your classmates begin to laugh not being able to contain themselves from your foolishness. While your professor sits in the back of the class room with a dumbfounded look on her face. You begin to examine the rock and notice a blood stain on it. You hold up one finger to settle down your classmates. "I truly most apologize everyone. It seems I have given you the wrong biography about this stone." You ease your way to the document camera and zoom in on the stain. "As you can see there is a dark blood stain on this stone," you try to point out the stain but end up covering more than half of it, "this stain can be dated back to six months ago. When I came home quit discombobulated," your class mates chuckle at your clever choice of words. "From a..." you stumble looking for the right words to say, "a not frat party," you shrug your shoulders trying your hardest not to discredit yourself. "Anyway as I was coming in my house I lost my footing slipped and fell on this rock," you pull up your sleeve to show everyone your scar. "As you can see the rock got a couple of good licks in but in the end I was the one that walked away," you shoot a dirty look at the rock. "Well that's all I have for you all today. Does anyone have any questions?" The whole classroom is silent you look it over to make sure you don't miss anyone. Every face you pass has the same look. Eyes wide open and the mouth slightly ajar. The only person that doesn't have this look is your very very pissed professor. At the end of class your professor hands the grades back. You sit there at your desk with a big grin on your face. Your professor approaches you giving you the death stare. You flash your pearly white back at her. She drops the paper face down and quickly walks away. As you're leaving the class room you flip over the paper to check your grade.

The Box Part 1

     "So how did you get stuck with Archie anyway?" Arnold asked Cappuccino.
     Cappuccino finished off of a bottle of spirits and put her head down in shame. "He made me an offer I just could not refuse."
     "Is that why your apartment is the hide out spot?" he asked.
     "Yup, oh and he brought the building," she explained.
     "I see."
*BOOM* Cappuccino and Arnold both jumped up from where they were sitting to see what was going on.
     "Oh shit," Archer mumbled as he hauled a colossal box in the apartment.
     "Oh hell no what is this?" Cappuccino demanded an answer.
     "Arnie I thought you said you were going to talk to her," Archer looked at his frozen friend.
     "Umm," Arnold couldn't find any words. Archer continued dragging the box through the apartment until he reached the living room. Then he grabbed Cappuccino's hand and sit her down on the couch.
     "My apartment isn't a storage locker Archie," Cappuccino blurted out.
     "No it is not, but from the smell of this place it could be a bar."
     Cappuccino left the bar comment alone and refocused her attention back on the box. "What's in the box?"
     "Open your mouth Cappuccino," Archer said as he slowly crept towards her.
     "Why?"
     "Just do it."
     "No, open the box!"
     "No!"
     "What's going on?" Arnold interrupted.
     "Arnie," Archer looked his way, "you've been here for some time. At any point of you being here did Ms. Jones have a drink?" Cappuccino glared into Arnolds soul. Arnold unsettled by the look slowly mouthed the words no. A smile slowly appeared on Cappuccinos face. "Your eyes are telling me yes but your mouth is saying no. So which one is it?"
     "Why does it even matter she's a grown women," Archer ran over to Cappuccino and covered her ears.
     "No Arnie, we don't say that around here," Archer told him. Cappuccino pushed him off of her tired of his shit.
    "Anyway," Arnold said shaking his head like an etcher sketch trying to forget what just happened, "did you bring everything I asked for?"
     "Yes siry, Cappuccino do you have any scissors?" Archer asked with a foolish smirk on his face. Cappuccino left the living room in search of some scissors. "Psst, hey Arnie?" Acher whispered.
     "What now Archie?" he whispered back.
     "Was she though?"
     "Was she what?"
     "You know," Archer starting pretending he was drinking a bottle.
     "I CAN HEAR YOU!" Cappuccino yelled from another room.
     "I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT!" Archer shouted back.