“Were coming,” they both said.

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“Hey, do you want some peanut butter and marshmallows?” Surbert asked, Dem who was sitting on Sur’s bed with his wet clothes. When they walked out of the mall it was raining and they had to walk the two blocks out in the rain.

“Hum, together?” Dem asked, looking a little worried at the thought of eating together.

“Um if you want to, I love them together though,” Surbert said as she walked out of her room to garpe the food. She walked down the stairs to the first door on the right. That was where she keeps her junk food. Her mom and dad doesn’t care what she eats as long as she does Dance. She got the food and went back up stairs were Demonic was waiting. “Here you go,” she said as she sat down next to him and put the food on the bed.

“I wrote something do you want to here it?” he asked as he took a Marshmallow.

“Sure I would love to,” she replied.

“Shes a puddle dancer

Shes the moon on a stormy night

The rain dances around her

The stars dance to see her smile”

“Its sucks I know,” he said, he slipped a look at Surbert to she what she thought.

“Aw it did not. IT was awesomeness. Who is she?” Surbert asked.

“She is you,” he said blushing.

“Aww how nice,” she said as she put her arms around Dem and kissed his cheek.

“Not really,” Dem said. Surbert shakes her head. “Ok fine it is. Happy?” 

“Oh yes I am, Have you ever read Midnight Black and the Seven Vampires?” Surbert asked.

“Nope never heard of it. Who wrote it?” Dem asked.

“I wrote it,” Surbert said with a smile. 

“Oh is that so?” Dem said with a shocked face.

“Yes it is, I’ll let you read it some time,” Sur said.

“Yay awesome. Do you like Emily Dickinson?” Dem asked.

“Two butterflies went out at noon

And waltzed above a stream,

Then stepped straight through the firmament

And rested on a beam;

And then together bore away

Upon a shining sea,--

Though never yet, in any port

Their coming mentioned be.

If spoken by the distant bird,

If met in ether sea

By frigate or by merchantman,

Report was not to me.” she read from the back of her head. “I love her.”

“Oh Two Butterflies is a good one,” Dem said, “I love her work.”