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God of Dwarves
By bLAdeKilljoy6S

 

"Zack you know what exactly you're supposed to be doing with them, not what you're DOING with them,
you know what I mean?"

Zacky sighed, I know I probably wasn't supposed to be listening to this conversation, but Rae and I
wanted too. Matt was currently getting after Zacky and Johnny for dating us and having feelings for
us. But so freaking what?! They're fallen angels, so they were at one point, regular human beings.

Rae began to sneeze, I tried to help her cover her mouth, but instead the sneeze had so much power,
we both fell forward, making ourselves visible. I quickly stood up and looked at them all.

"I need a favor." I said an idea coming into my head.

"What is it?" Zacky asked.

"We want Anna here, and Braylynn."

"Who are they?" Brian asked.

"Friends of ours, it's been difficult for us. Can you please somehow undo their memory loss and
bring them to us?" Rae asked.

Zacky and Johnny turned to Matt, looking for the answer, Matt nodded. Rae and I squealed. A day or
so later, there was a knock on the door.

"Where the hell are they!?" a familiar voice rang.

Rae and I ran downstairs towards the two voices. I saw Braylynn first, her purple waist long hair
was flattened and cut to the middle of her back, her bright blue eyes staring at me, she smiled her
quirky smile, her nose wrinkling slightly, She had a few freckles over her nose and cheeks and she
was pretty tall and curvy. She was currently wearing skinny jeans and a white tank top, with a red
jacket over her. I hugged her like I would never let go.

"Lynn!" I squealed.

"Lynn!" she squealed back.

It made sense to us, I mean she had a 'Lynn' in her name and I did too, so we both called each other
Lynn.

"Where's my hug?" a ginger said from behind Lynn.

"Anna!" I almost tackled my size three, 5'8, ginger best friend to the ground. Anna was of course a
ginger, but she had a slim face and a slim body to go with it, she wasn't the curviest person, but
she wasn't a pole either. She was just simply Anna. She had bright hazel eyes, and pink full lips.

Then she smacked me.

"That is for not taking me with you the first time you disappeared,"

Then again.

"And that's for not taking me to meet Avenged Sevenfold,"

She tried again, put I leaned down and threw her over my shoulder, carrying her towards everyone.

"Get your butt outta my face!" she screamed.

"Get your face outta my butt!"

"I can't." she whined.

"Yes, I win!" I shouted in victory, spinning us in circles.

I sat her down in front of the guys and waited for her to get her balance back.

"Anna, meet short shit, Brian, Zacky, and Matt." I introduced.

Her eyes wondered on Brian and Matt, I'd known that Brian was her favorite, but told her she should
like Matt, so far. 0 for Anna, 1 for Evalynn. Braylynn walked closer.

"Braylynn, this is Smurfette, Brian, Zacky, and Matt."

Johnny glared at me as I stuck my tongue out at him. He rolled his eyes and flipped me off.

"No thanks." I stated as he did nothing but cross his arms and glare.

"Rae, control your God of Dwarves."

"Gangsta God of Dwarves."

"He can be one and one only! God of Dwarves, or Gangsta. You can't have both!"

"Fine God of Dwarves...." she grumbled.

I chuckled to myself, now my plan was going into action.

 

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