User blog comment:Awesomeperson110/Battle of the Clubs/@comment-24487434-20140409035359/@comment-24480187-20140409053108

Lol here's another part I thought you should see

 I seemed to find two jumbo tables instead of the basic four. I noticed that Creators and Spectrums sat on the right side while-bleh-the rest sat on the left. I sat down in the middle of Leo and Mimi ( the two despised each others' guts) but I was friends with both. It was kind of unbearable at times, because they'd get into those petty arguments that weren't worth a bother. And they'd expect me to take sides on '' who pushed who or not. '' In this case it was “who touched the last yogurt parfait first”.

“ I swear it was me.” Leo hissed.

“ Wash your eyeballs, sir, it was   me   .” Mimi hissed back.

“ Comes from you wearing glasses.” Leo laughed.

“ That parfait was mine and you know it.” Mimi frowned. “ Wasn't it, Calem?”

 Poor Calem- I could tell- didn't want to be dragged into the argument. He was the one who held the yogurt parfait for them. But merely holding the parfait was a death sentence- their arguments usually swelled to something huge.

“ Uh....” Calem stammered.

“ Do they always do this?” the girl called Raquelle asked. “ It's kind of amusing.”

“ I'm telling you.” Red grinned. “ I would understand if they fought over the potatoes.”

“ YOU SON OF A FLUFF!” Mimi yelled. “ THAT PARFAIT IS MINE!”

“ NO IT ISN'T!” Leo yelled. “ IT IS MY ONE AND ONLY!”

“ Well,” Calem cut in, “ there's only one solution to this.”

 And Mimi's and Leo's blazing eyes watched as Calem ate the parfait himself.

“ Yes.” I said, over Leo's and Mimi's wails of rage and protest. “ Yes, they're always like that.”

lol I'm even laughing at this