SSBBA: Fresh Jam

Top Talent (?)

I wake up the next morning, forgetting I'm at Huck's house, in Huck's bed. Well, to be honest, it was hard to get to sleep since both Huck and I like to toss and turn in our sleep. That's why I'm hanging off the side of the bed right now. I sit up and realize he's already left. I don't know what Huck is doing at this time, but... I'm so grateful he let me stay for the night. I think it's awesome I can rely on him whenever I'm in need. It shows, considering how much I changed his life.

I get out of bed and put on my coconut-brown socks. I had no idea I even took them off. That's when I hear a crash and a loud groan coming from outside. I race outside to find Huck next to a pile of wood.

Me: You're... building again?

Huck slams his foot down on the pile, growling. I've never heard him growl before, and it's... not really that intimidating.

Huck: I try, dude! I try so hard, but no matter what I do, I keep messing up!

I walk over to the pile of wood, hands behind my back.

Me: Show me.

Huck: Pfft, no thanks. I've embarrassed myself enough.

Me: Huck, show me, so I can help you.

Huck: Really? You'd help me?

I nod.

Me: What are we even building here?

Huck: A bench, to put at the end of the bridge over yonder. The journey to Acorn Acres is long and people need a place to rest.

I am impressed by Huck's generosity and that only motivates me to help him more.

Me: Okay, well, let's get started.

Huck gets on his knees and lays out the pieces of wood.

Huck: I already have the pieces I need. It's putting the bench together that irritates me.

Along with the wood, I see the infamous nail gun from way back when. I realize what we have to do and, since Huck let me stay the night, I'd say he deserves my help.

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Me: It's hopeless! Hopeless!

Huck: See?! What did I tell you?!

The bench that we were trying to make is a jargled mess of wood and nails.

Huck: Every time I build something, this happens.

Me: You know what, let's forget it. It's too early for this crap.

Huck: You're telling me.

We leave the mess where it is and go back inside. I return my attention to the pile of letters on Huck's "desk".

Me: What are these letters?

Huck has a bashful look on his face.

Huck: It's... dumb.

That only intrigues me more.

Me: There's no one here but us.

Huck groans.

Huck: I-I don't know what happened, Dom. I was minding my own business when I got a letter.

Me: From who?

Huck groans even more.

Huck: A-a... girl.

Then it hits me.

Remember that letter I sent Blueberry, along with that golden Patti Persimmon book? It seems like my mission to bring these two together is working like a dream.