Chains & Letters
They ended up back at Nastia's house, cos she wanted to check her MySpace. While she did that, Carly wandered around the kitchen thinking big thoughts, as detectives often do.
Tyres screeched outside and Papa Liukin rushed into the house, almost knocking over Carly in the kitchen.
"Um, Nastia's daddy, what's going on?" Carly asked and raised an eyebrow at him. He was completely red in the face and furious about something. Curses in Russian and all.
"Little Carly! I did not see it was you. I have been SUSPENDED from Pizza Tower In Plano!" He drew a cup of coffee on a napkin and ate it. Carly felt sorry for him, and considered giving him a few dollars. But he might just spend them on booze, as Russians do, so she decided against it.
This led to an awkward silence, before Nastia came down and locked herself in the bathroom.
Carly broke the door down with a karate kick and found her friend crying into the toilet. Also a Russian custom, apparently.
"Awww, what's wrong, did you forget your password again?" Carly put her arm around Nastia.
"Nnnnoooo, it's on Remember Me. But no one's said anything about my survey bulletin! I'm devastated!" Nastia sniffled her way through the sentence, and blew her nose in Carly's shirt sleeve.
"Ewww, who said you could do that?! Anyway, you post like a million bulletins every day, who's seriously going to read them all?" Common sense doesn't do you any good in a situation like this, though. Nastia took offense.
"Um, REAL FRIENDS, for example! If you were actually my friend, you would TOTALLY know what I had for breakfast, and what colour underwear I've got on, and whether I'm skittles or chocolate, and where I want to die and how!" Nastia's forehead was turning as red as her father's face a moment ago. With Nastia, it was never the whole face, just the forehead. Like Rudolph, but stranger. And fueled by Russian Rage�.
"No, Nastia...that's called a STALKER."
"You're such a walking dictionary, I swear! Two words, same thing. Stop showing off, just cos you actually have time for school!"
Two minutes later, Nastia was playing with her barbies. She has a low attention span and can�t stay angry for long.
�OMG Carly, you know what? We totally didn�t get anything to eat!� Nastia looked up at Carly with that dopey look she gets when something confuses her.
�You�re right�for once. Stop the presses?� And Carly knew she could get away with saying things like this, at least when Papa Liukin wasn�t around. He thought anything anyone ever said to Nastia was cause to get in a fight.
Carly scratched her noggin.
�Well, we could�get some sushi?�
And before she knew it, Nastia was jumping up and down while clapping her hands and screaming;
�SUUUSHIIIII SUUUSHIIIII YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAA!!!!!�
Good thing Carly had the car keys, cos Nastia couldn�t drive worth a feck and should�ve been in The Fast and The Furious instead of Stick It. When Carly got outside, Nastia was standing next to the Mustang, well actually, she was still jumping up and down, but you know what I mean.
�OMG Carly, let me drive, let me drive! Sushi can�t happen fast enough!�
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