Chair and Table

Love at first sight

The chair was just a simple ol' girl. Never spoke. Was always polite and quite. She had long blonde hair and blue glimmering eyes. Her smile shined bright. She would deal with every problem with ease. She loved everyone, even when some rude people would stick their gum on her. She still adored them.

One day she noticed a new person in the crowd. He was a table. But not an ordinary table. He was a table covered in graffiti-tattoo-like sketches. He had scratches surrounding his legs and his body. He was ripped from head to toe. And something about this really interested chair. She was too shy to speak to him so she stood in silence. He was really attracted to her. No, really she was right next to him. He began to speak.

"So...Is it always so calm in here?" He said.

"Ehh yeah..." Chair said, sounding like she was avoiding the open arms.

"I can't help but notice that you look so...clean?" Table said, in a flirtatious matter.

Chair blushed instantly. She didn't know what to say back so she sort of shrugged which equivalent is to moving back and forth. They didn't speak any further after that. Just static thoughts blaring their minds. Time moved by as hoomans began to sit on Chair and her friends, Chairs. She didn't mind it but it rubbed the wrong way to Table. He kicked off the work from himself which distraught the hoomans.

"STACY I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU MOVED THE TABLE!"

"IT WASN'T ME ASHLY! PLEASE BELIEVE ME THIS TIME"

"NO SHUT UP. NOW CARRY MY BOOKS TO ANOTHER TABLE AWAY FROM YOU"

The other hooman nodded and proceeded to do as asked. Chair felt bad and wanted to help but she couldn't say much. Table spat on the floor with disgust.

"Those god damn hoomans. Ruining everythin-that's why I have scratches all around me. It's because the hoomans thought it would be funny if they wrote a mee-mee on me"

Chair could understand his pain even though Chair regularly cleans herself. Sure hoomans are mean but they don't deserve to be treated badly she thought.