So, I finally decided to write another one of these, only this one is a different story. It will have another part to it. The next random word story I write after this one will be a continuation of the first story.

Also, I am thinking of letting other members besides Zen give me some words, so tell me what you think of that!

And another question... how many parts should there be in each story?

Anyways, enjoy! All of the words Zen gave me will be in bold.

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"I like pineapple pizza," I heard someone say. I wanted to scream. You've gotta be kidding me, pineapple pizza? That stuff is so nasty.

I was in a cafe, and I decided to walk up to the person who said they liked that kind of pizza.

"Why are you talking about pineapple pizza in a sacred place like this?" I asked seriously. The boy with piercing blue eyes and a pale complexion looked up at me. He frustratingly ran a hand through his raven hair and glared at me.

"Because I can. I walked through this door so I have the right to talk about whatever I feel like," He explained. He picked up his coffee and took a sip. I rolled my eyes.

"And," he added, "it's not sacred. It's just a cafe."

I stomped my foot and tossed my long brown and amaranth hair behind my shoulder, "It is SO sacred, excuse me!"

"I just don't understand how a cafe can be sacred, but whatever you say," he said, obviously tired of me. But I kept going.

"Well. What coffee flavor are you drinking, hmm?" I interrogated. He probably had bad taste in coffee too.

He raised an eyebrow at me suspiciously, "Uhhhhh, you'll probably hate me for this but... Jalapeño. But oh well if you-"

"Why. Jalapeño? You've gotta be kidding me. Show me right now, do not tell me this place serves jalapeño coffee," I demanded. He took the lid of his coffee cup and showed me. Sure enough, in the styrofoam container, there were jalapeños floating in a light milky brown liquid. All of the sudden, I'm on the brink of insanity.

"I-I'm filing a lawsuit against this cafe," I muttered, collapsing into the seat next to him. He chuckled. I grabbed his coffee and looked into it. I thought a little... maybe I should try it. Could it really be that bad? Maybe it wasn’t.

I cautiously placed the cup against my lips and tipped the cup so the liquid would go into my mouth. The bittersweet flavor swam over my tongue, dousing every taste bud. There was a hint of spice behind the taste. It actually wasn’t that horrible. What was I thinking? Of course it was horrible. Or was it?

“So, what did you think?” The boy asked me, “you liked it, didn’t you?” a grin was forming on his face.

I placed the coffee cup down “Maybe a little...” I said, disappointed in myself. I like Jalapeño coffee? What a disgrace.

He laughed and pointed at me, “Haha, I knew you would like it! This place can make anything taste good.”

I snatched his menu from the table. “I’ll be the judge of that,” I said, examining the menu, “what other crazy things do they have here?”

“Well, one of my favorite things is the crab coffee,” he answered, “I highly recommend it.”

“Crab coffee? What the hell?” I responded, raising my eyebrows at him. I might have said that a little too loud, because everyone looked over at us.

“You won’t know if you like it if you don’t try it,” he said. I sat there silently. He was probably right.

He broke the silence, “By the way, I never asked your name. What is it?”

Haha. He was acting as if I’d ever associate myself with him again. Pineapple pizza weird coffee guy. I don’t think so.

“Uhh.... My name is Oreo,” I answered him. He turned towards me.

“What? Cool, no way! Just like the cookie,” he exclaimed excitedly, “my name is just boring old Johny.”

“Yeah. I guess it’s kinda cool,” I responded, “but Johny? Like ummm... Johny DUDUDUUDUDUDUDUDU?”

Johny looked at me sadly.

“No! Why does everyone say that? My head isn’t that big!” he said. I laughed quietly to myself and got up so I could get that crab coffee to try. It was definitely going to be interesting. I hoped I didn’t throw up later from trying all this crazy stuff.

“Because it’s a pretty big meme, ya know,” I said, walking up to the counter. He got up and joined me.

“But, It’s kind of weird,” he said, “I’m genuinely terrified of that meme. Like what audience is that supposed to be for? Children would be scarred.”

He had a point.

“I mean, it is pretty funny though.”

"Weird flex, but ok," he said.

The barista came up to the counter so I could order. She looked at me with her alluring hazel eyes.

“Hello, what can I get for you?” she asked in a friendly voice. Her smile was so big and genuine. How could someone seem so happy while at work?

“Um... I would like a crab coffee, and make it small please,” I said. I looked over at Johny. I hoped this would be good.

"Alright, that'll be 292,992 dollars," The barista said, smiling. I began to dig in my wallet, but then the amount of money processed in my head.

"Wait... are you kidding? 292,992 dollars? For a damn cup of coffee?" I questioned her, exasperated. She raised her eyebrows at me.

"Duh. A cup of coffee here always costs at most 300,000 dollars," She explained, "just ask your little friend."

I looked over at Johny. He was scratching his neck sheepishly.

"Is this true?" I asked him. Veins were probably popping out of my forehead at this point.

"Uh... yeah... sorry. I forgot to tell you," He said. All three of us stood there in silence for a moment. This boy was really trying it.

"Wait!" The barista said. I looked at her suspiciously. She was probably going to try and make me buy the drink anyways.

"If it's your first time buying it, you can get it for free!" She exclaimed excitedly. She ran around the corner and started to make the drink.

"Oh, that's nice. But seriously, who's even willing to but that stuff?" I asked Johny. For some reason, he looked like he has something to fess up to.

"Uh... pretty much only like... celebrities," He answered, not meeting my eyes. I gave him a suspicious glare.

"What, are you a celebrity or something?" I asked him. I reached out with my hand to pull on his hair to see if it was a wig.

"Ow!" he said, rubbing his scalp, "Actually... maybe I am." He grinned slyly.

"Huh?" I said. I looked for signs- but I didn't have to. Johny reached behind himself and I heard a "zzziiiiipppp" sound as he shed his skin. I almost screamed. It was terrifying. Okay, maybe not as much terrifying as it was surprising. Underneath his skin was none other than the 19 year old make-up artist who has 14 million subscribers on YouTube.

"HI SISTERs!!!!1!" screamed James Charles.

---to be continued---