"Yoghurt... She was about to say I like yoghurt. It's my favorite. Right, Melissa?" That oddly terrifying smile on Peyton's face grows exponentially wider as she looks at Melissa.
Melissa then nods her head in agreement. Seems a bit forced.
"Well, I'd be lying if I said I knew what yoghurt has to do with anything at all that we discussed about, but hey. Whatever."
"Uhm…okay." I say. "Well… I mean. Y'know… Yoghurt's nice."
"Isn't it?" Says Peyton with a smile.
"Yeah… Th-the best."
"Totally-ah…?"
"Hm?"
What has my and Peyton's attention right now, is Melissa. She's grabbing Peyton's hands as they're wrapped around her mouth and neck.
"Uhm…Melly? What are doi-IIIIING!!?"
Before Peyton even finishes her question, Melissa takes off. She runs at an incredible speed with her little sister's arms wrapped around her neck as she's dangling like a ragdoll from behind her.
"WHOOOOA! OKAY, OKAY! I'M SORRY! PLEASE JUST LET ME DOWN ALREADY!"
