“What is this? You’re some kind of mixed freak?”
“I’m still me, Wafer…”
“Sure you are. How long were you planning on lying to me? What happens when we get married? Have children?”
“The blue eyes are recessive, Wafer…”
“I don’t care!”
“What is this? You’re some kind of mixed freak?”
“I’m still me, Wafer…”
“Sure you are. How long were you planning on lying to me? What happens when we get married? Have children?”
“The blue eyes are recessive, Wafer…”
“I don’t care!”
“Wait. Is this some kind of joke, Creme?”
“Ah…”
“Hey, Creme? You’ve been in here for a while.”
“Wait! Don’t look at me!”
“Why not? Just open your eyes.”
“Much better.”
“Ah…”
“Hey, Wafer? I need to go fix my contacts.”
“That’s alright. I think there’s a guest room through those doors over there.”
Everything seemed to be going fine, until Creme called me…
“Hey, Creme! How’s the party going?”
“…”
“Creme?”
“I missed up, Cumulus. I- I messed up.”
“Creme, what happened?”
Until I got a call from Creme…
All that I know about for the majority of that party was that I painted for the duration of it…
Soon enough, Saturday came and the two lovebirds were ready to go to their fancy dinner. I didn’t go with, so I don’t really know everything that happened there…