A short story by Bff and I.

There once was a boy named Vishnu.
He was walking to the table with his best friend Latika.
Latika was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.
Sike.
Okay, well, maybe from India at least.
Anyways, Vishnu was talking about how bad Latika's sunburn was.
Secretly, however, Vishnu would put cream on her sunburn anyday.
Oh crap. Jornel is getting suspicious.
Oh crap. Jornel isnt even supposed to be in this story.
Wtf. What is Jor doing in India?!
Wait, WE NEVER INTRODUCED HIM.
Oh. Hey Dante. I like your edge-up. :]
Dante, I think Vishnu might want some bromance up in this joint.
Anyways, Latika was about to get her black posse up in the hizzle my wizzle and make some shizzy go down in this joint.
AYO JOR. Watch it. Fool. Dont be playin me.
Yeah.
Huh?
Krish, if youre reading this, you're gay. :]
MAN. Krish wasnt supposed to be up in this swizzle.
No, Krish. Even Vishnu wouldnt want to be you.
If Vishnu and Krish got in a fight, I think Vishnu would poop all over Krish.
Put all mah monayz on Vishnu.
What's Krish got? A tight shirt and no self esteem?
Naw, but he got Latika on his contacts list.
Idk what this ever was about.
You messed up our story. D:
It was definitely Jornel. D:
Man. Foget you.
k.
thxbai.

Love, Adrian and Ria. <3