Danny Gonzalez was thinking about Drew Gooden again. Drew was a mean vicar with ginger hazel hair and grubby different shade of baby blue.
Danny walked over to the window and reflected on his idle surroundings. He had always loved beautiful Kurtistown with its loud, lively lakes. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel happy.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a mean figure of Drew Gooden.
Danny gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a snooty, arrogant, La Croix drinker with pretty hazel hair and squat different shade of baby blue. His friends saw him as a jittery, jolly juggler. Once, he had even jumped into a river and saved a kosher Kurtis Conner.
But not even a snooty person who had once jumped into a river and saved a kosher Kurtis Conner, was prepared for what Drew had in store today.
The rain hammered like singing dogs, making Danny calm. Danny grabbed a squidgy Nutcracker Guy that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
As Danny stepped outside and Drew came closer, he could see the curried glint in his eye.
Drew gazed with the affection of 721 cowardly ugly unicorns. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a hug."
Danny looked back, even more calm and still fingering the squidgy Nutcracker Guy. "Drew, eat my shorts," he replied.
They looked at each other with relaxed feelings, like two clean, careful cats shouting at a very friendly Birthday Party, which had classical music playing in the background and two cold-blooded uncles dancing to the beat.
Danny regarded Drew's ginger hazel hair and grubby different shade of baby blue. "I feel the same way!" revealed Danny with a delighted grin.
Drew looked sleepy, his emotions blushing like a rabblesnatching, racid Road Work Ahead sign.
Then Drew came inside for a nice drink of La Croix.
THE END
