SSBBA: Fresh Jam

And They Were Roomates

So, I'm sure you're wondering where I plan to stay during my absence from Berry Bitty City.

Well, it's the dead of night, so I had some trouble making my way to where I needed to go.

But I managed to find where I'm looking for. I get off my bike as I haul me and my backpack to the front door.

{knock knock knock}

I hold my hands together as Huckleberry opens, looking like he just woke up. He should have, since he's wearing huckleberry-themed PJs.

Huck: Dom... Wh-what's up...?

Yeah.

I plan to stay with Huck. He has no idea about my mistake, and there are times where boys need to be with boys.

Me: H-hey, Huck...

I... uh... might have been crying since I left Berry Bitty City, and Huck takes notice.

Huck: Are you... crying?

I shrug.

Me: Maybe...

Huck sees my backpack and gasps.

Huck: D-did... they kick you out?

Me: More like I kicked myself out...

Huck: I-I don't understand.

Me: It's a long story.

Huck holds the door open.

Huck: Come in.

I finally wipe away the tears as I enter the small cottage. It looks the same since I've last been here, except for a desk with bunch of letters on it.

Well, the desk looks like it was built by a five-year-old, since it's just a log with a square piece of wood nailed together in the worst way possible.

Me: What's with the... desk?

Huck smiles at the desk, as if he's proud of it.

Huck: Yup. I built this bad boy all by myself.

He crosses his arms and chuckles.

Huck: Impressive, huh?

I don't know if he's being sarcastic or not, but I really hope he isn't.

Me: Is that... a joke?

Huck: Nuh-uh. Tell me that doesn't look like the hottest desk you've ever seen.

This "desk" is built so horribly, some of the nails driven into the plank aren't even connecting to the log.

But Huck seems to think it's the world's greatest thing ever made.

Me: Huck, please tell me you're joking.

Huck's cocky grin turns into a disappointed frown as he rolls his eyes.

Huck: Of course I'm joking. Do you actually think I'm that dense?

Me: But why do you have it, then?

Huck: Because, after the twenty-third try, I just gave up. This is the best I could do. In case you forgot, I suck at building things, and I suck at life.

I scoff, at myself.

Me: You're not the only one.

Huck looks confused, as if he just heard the stupidest thing ever.

Huck: What are you talking about? If there was a contest for who sucks the most-

Me: I'd be in first place.