*drools* I don't care if I'm crazy! Lock me in an asylum with all of them! Type fast, Bekka. or I'll keeeel chu. e.e
._. 0.0 _____________ I turned my keys to hear the car come to life as the clouds rolled over. I hope they don't decide to go streaking. We drive in silence, just about twenty minutes away from the restaurant. I hear a zipping noise, glancing at Matthew and flash back to the red light. Then I turn my head to look at him. He pulls out a polar bear like stuffed animal. "What's that, Matty?" I asked using his nickname. "This is my Polar bear....," he said, hugging it. I mean please, he's in his twenties now. "His name is Canada." "That's a nice name for your polar bear, Matthew." He smiled, hugging it closer. That boy has the heart of a child. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Next door was the pizza shop, ran by Romano, one of the Italy brothers. You could hear the squeak of the super cleanliness Ludwig was enforcing. "Feliciano! Stop getting flour everywhere!" he growled. "Ima sorry, Luddy!~" chimed Feliciano, the younger brother of Romano. The slap of the dough on the counter was hard, and it was metal too. "Would you stop being a clean freak, Ludwiggie?" Romano snorted, throwing the dough in the air.