This choice: Was her best friend: Amy • Go Back...Chapter #4Amy the Really Crappy Babysitter by: Unknown ... Was her best friend Amy, who like Cream had no intention even reading the list of requirements Vanilla had given to her weeks earlier and stressed the importance of.
When Amy finally drove up to Cream's mansion, nudging open the door with a free leg as she heaved a towering pile of groceries and luggage into the house Cream waltzed up to Amy, warmly greeting her. "Hello Amy~!" As Amy started dumping all of her junk in the hallway, she sat down on the nearest chair and wiped her brow, giggling. "Your mom's already gone, right?"
"She sure is Amy! Did she give you the list of my bed times, what I can and can't eat, what rooms we're banned from and all the emergency money in case anything happens?"
Amy with a fake aura of posh sophistication replied. "Why yes Cream, she gave me very strict instructions and even a timetable for the following few months! Looks like your mother expects us to have a very prim and proper time for the next few months!"
"May I ask Amy if you actually intend on following any of my dear mother's 'very strict instructions'?" Cream asked, in a similar tone.
"Pfffft, nope!" Amy broke out laughing, picking up a bag and grabbing Cream's arm. "Now c'mon, we gotta eat this before it melts... Unless you're not hungry, which knowing you is a rare occurrence indeed." Cream's eyes lit up as they quickly ran into her huge kitchen, which was so large it dwarfed Amy's entire apartment. Plonking the bag on the closest bench, Amy produced two large ice cream scoops and revealed one of Cream's personal favorites; Triple Rocky-road fudge delight. "And just in case that's too plain for you I bought some toppings..." Reaching into another bag she produced an equally large bottle of sauce and a can of whipped cream, sampling a bit of both before throwing all three treats into a huge bowel, Cream's eyes widening in excitement as her best friend prepared the enormous treat. Both of them climbing on top of the smooth cold surface of the bench, both ready their spoons in anticipation.
"Last one to the bottom's a lightweight!" Cream cried out, both girls digging their scoops deep into the soft gooey treat which stood nearly as tall as them, barely pausing during their mid-afternoon snack besides the occasional burp or brain-freeze. Within 10 minutes all that remained was the bowel, licked clean and a chocolate covered rabbit and hedgehog lying on the ground letting out proud burps, rubbing their swollen cuts as they licked their clothes clean for any missed bits of chocolaty goodness. "*UUURRRRPPPP!* Maaaan that was good eating. Bet your mom doesn't let you eat half-as much as that, eh Cream?" Amy asked, rubbing and massaging her belly as several pounds worth of frozen confectionery digested inside it.
"Well, not unless I throw a temper tantrum anyway. And that takes wooooork. You know how annoying that is, having to get up and let the waterworks go off for a minute or so just to get candy for dinner or a 3rd indoor swimming pool?"
Amy grimaced a bit; she was going to relish the chance to go live up to the 'hog' in her for the next few months on Vanilla's seemingly endless supply of money with Cream, but even she had to admit the girl was disturbingly spoilt if having to whine to her ultra-rich mommy for material goods she'd have to save years up for was somehow anything other then easy street. But this concern soon ebbed away as she remembered the obscene amounts of money and resources at her disposal thanks to Cream and she started focusing on how they were going to have a fun time.
"Eh... Yeah, had that same problem with my parents or something. SO, what do you wanna do after that 'little' snack? I'm assuming Cheese can manage to bring all that luggage of mine to my room." Sucking the remaining contents of the whipped cream can, Cream swallowed and started to ponder what was next on the agenda for the two of them. Meanwhile, Cheese was still struggling on pulling one of dozens of Amy's bags all the way up the first of several flights of stairs to Amy's bedroom for the next few months, hoping that this would be the last of his troubles with their new guest.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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