User blog:Roseann Shadowflame/rose and Sherm meet

Jessica sighed as she pushed the cart along, grabbing random things off of the shelf. “Flour, baking powder, powdered sugar, sugar...” she muttered, shoving them into her cart. She pushed it down the path, continuing to look for the ingredients for her “special family recipe cookies” (which was actually just a recipe she had printed out). She pulled out her phone and pulled out her shopping list app, and scrolled down to find the path she needed to use to get the ingredients. She was wearing her special “Roseann Shadowflame” necklace she had made, and her T-shirt that said, “Loki Lover.” Of course, her bracelet said her real name, Jessica, on it, because she couldn't just mislead people like that (insert sarcasticness here)



Jessica pushed the cart, still looking at her phone, trying to figure out what she needed, and where to go to get it. She wasn't exactly expecting to hear the words she did in the next few minutes.



“Allo, Rosie.”



Jessica slowly lifted her head, looking up to see someone, not much older than her, who looked strikingly liked Sherman... and what he had said was...



“Oh. my. GOSH.”



Jessica practically fell over onto her cart, stumbling over the edge of it. “What the-”



“Hai, Jess!” he said, smiling, or rather, smirking, however looking just as surprised as her.



“I swear, I'll kill you if you are who I think you are,” she muttered, pulling herself up. “I probably am. And you hate me, don't you?” he asked, helping her up. “Yes, I hate you. Now, explain to me WHY THE HECK YOU'RE IN-”



<p style="margin-bottom:0in">“Pennsylvania? You know, where I live?”

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<p style="margin-bottom:0in">“Yes, where you live! I never TOLD you I was coming here! Okay, I'm twenty. That makes you-”

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<p style="margin-bottom:0in">“Twenty-two.”

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<p style="margin-bottom:0in">“Yes, I was building to that!”

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<p style="margin-bottom:0in">“Good. I see you're still obsessed with Loki?”

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<p style="margin-bottom:0in">“We talked last night.”

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<p style="margin-bottom:0in">“Yes, I remember. You let something slip about going to the store, and lot of landmarks around here. I could make it out.”

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<p style="margin-bottom:0in">“Oh, joy. Me and my big... mac! Stupid, stupid, STUPID!”

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<p style="margin-bottom:0in">“I figured you'd be more surprised when we met.”

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<p style="margin-bottom:0in">“Remember? I said 'in your dreams' all the time. Stupid dream. WAKE UP.”

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<p style="margin-bottom:0in">“What?”

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<p style="margin-bottom:0in">“You're dreaming, and for some reason, I'm effected by it. GIT OUT OF MAH HEAD.”

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<p style="margin-bottom:0in">“You're not dreaming, trust me.”

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<p style="margin-bottom:0in">“Oh yeah? Why should I believe you?”

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<p style="margin-bottom:0in">He then pulled out the baking soda from her cart, and hit her hand with it.

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<p style="margin-bottom:0in">“Oww! Hey, whaddid you do that for?!”

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<p style="margin-bottom:0in">“It's not a dream.”

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<p style="margin-bottom:0in">“You're right. It's a nightmare.”

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<p style="margin-bottom:0in">“You're even worse here than on chat...”

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<p style="margin-bottom:0in">“I told you to fear me.”

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<p style="margin-bottom:0in">“What are you saying?”

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<p style="margin-bottom:0in">“CAN'T UNDERSTAND THE IRISH! HA!”

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<p style="margin-bottom:0in">“No, I can, but yo-”

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<p style="margin-bottom:0in">“What?”

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<p style="margin-bottom:0in">“I would have said if you hadn't said 'what'...”

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<p style="margin-bottom:0in">“OH SHUT UP! NOW HOW DID YOU-”

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<p style="margin-bottom:0in">“I already explained it...”

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<p style="margin-bottom:0in">“I hate you, you know that?”

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<p style="margin-bottom:0in">“Yes, dear, you do.”

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<p style="margin-bottom:0in">“THIS IS FREAKIN' WEIRD.”

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<p style="margin-bottom:0in">“I understand.”

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<p style="margin-bottom:0in">“You'd better!” Rose then reached into her cart and grabbed a can of soup, and held it behind her, as if she was going to throw it at him.

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<p style="margin-bottom:0in">“Oh, shoot, she's gonna kill me!”

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<p style="margin-bottom:0in">“EAT TOMATO SOUP, SHERMAN! YAH!”