The three leaders were walking around a small city, enjoying the beautiful day, and didn't have a care in the world.

It was nearly sunset, and the sky was painted a beautiful orange with other various colors. The clouds where puffy and wasn't it's normal white color. They all faded into a violet and amber.

The city was modern, it had many restaurants and shops. Many people walked the streets carrying different bags.

They were nearing the house, until something caught Sparks eye.

He tugged on Candela's sleeve. "Look," He said as he pointed into a direction. "Can we go?"

She looked to where he was pointing, and then did the same action he did to her, and tugged on Blanches sleeve.

Blanche turned her head to them. She saw what they were both wondering about. "No." She said. "We aren't going to Mcdonalds. We had it two days ago."

"Who cares if we had it two days ago, It's McDonalds!" Candela said and smiled.

She still shook her head. "It's unhealthy."

"It's yummy."

Blanche sighed in annoyance and continued to walk, leaving both Spark and Candela behind. Candela looked at him and shrugged her shoulders.

She then began to walk after her girlfriend, and Spark whined. "I'm just gonna sit here!" He yelled, and sat down on the pavement, crossing his arms and staring straight forward.

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It was nighttime, and he still sat there. He couldn't consider the reason of getting it himself, becuase Blanche had the money.

Once he realized it was a mistake to stay out there that late, he got to his feet and and dragged them along to the house.

Candela and Blanche were sitting on the couch after eating, and completely disregarding the fact that Spark wasn't there.

The front door then slammed open, and Spark stormed inside.

"Welcome back." Candela called out to him. He only responded with a growl.

Spark got to the kitchen and pulled out a chair, sat in it, pulled himself up to the table and put his head down like a grade school student.

Candela stood up and walked to the table with her phone.

"You okay?" She asked. No response. "Spark, are you okay?" No response.

"Stop being mad." She put her hand on his shoulder, and he immediately pushed it off. This calls for the motherly Blanche.

Candela walked back into the living room, and returned with Blanche. "What's the matter?"

"Well it's two obvious reasons. We left him out on the street, and we didn't get him McDonalds-"

Blanche sighed once again and looked at Spark, then back at Candela. She had an idea.

She walked up to the boy and stood beside him, then patted his head as Candela took a picture.

"How about this, we get you the food tommorow, will you stop pouting?" She said.

Spark lifted his head a little bit. "Promise?" He whimpered.

"Promise."

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Ugh school starts tommorow. Sorry, It'll take a little bit longer to upload chapters. I'll do it on the weekends or possibly on weekdays if I get inspiration (which is currently very fucking hard).