HIPPOPOTAMUS (BXB)

Act One

I never really know how to start these things. Sometimes I come up with some random comment, but today is not that day. 

I'm just going to start it like this.

Hello, and welcome to another AMAZING (*cough* self brag *cough*) story by moi, Mouki21. This story is a boyxboy story, so viewer discretion is advised. 

And feel free to give me love for accomplishing this streak of genius by voting, following, commenting, adding it to your works, recommending it to your online friends and peers, posting about it on your social media accounts, donating funds to my private offshore bank account. 

Hahaha I'm just kidding. But seriously, I should be getting paid for this. 

ENJOY!

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Theo's P.O.V

"Theodopolis Hippopotamus!" I was being summoned from across the classroom. I jumped up from my seat in the back and stood with one foot up on my chair, my hands on my hips.

"You called?" I responded in a grandeur voice. One of my best friends, Matilda, was standing at the front of the room; it was she who cried for me. She was short, with medium length fire red hair and chocolate brown eyes. There was a fiery fierceness in her eyes only matched by yours truly.

"My liege, I am in dire need of your assistance," my best friend cried dramatically, placing a hand in reverse to her forehead. I raced to the front and struck a heroic pose by her side.

"How may I be of service to you, fine maiden?" I asked her, stroking her cheek with the back of my hand. Matilda dropped to her knees in sobs.

"The evil sorcerer, The Roman, has taken over the castle! Forgive me, sire, I have failed you," she wallowed.

"Again? You people are incompetent! But I shall spare you, for I am a true and noble King," I declared.

"Oh thank you, my lord, thank you," Matilda cried with joy, grabbing onto the leg of my pants and shaking it. At that moment my other best friend, Ronan, burst out from behind the teacher's desk, flailing a metre ruler like a sword. He was taller than me, thin, with spiky brown hair, brown eyes, and dark freckles along his nose. The boy wasn't fierce like Matilda, but there was a cheek about him that let you know he was trouble when he wanted to be.

"Ah-hah! I have you now, you shall never escape the wrath of The Roman!" Ronan cried with a devilish laugh.

"My one true nemesis," I glared at him, pulling my own ruler from my belt and brandishing it against his. We proceeded to duel with banter.

"Your mighty sword wont serve you well now," Ronan cried out. Our swords whacked together with a loud crack. "Nothing can stop me!"

"That is where you are wrong, Roman, for I have true friendship on my side!" I bellowed, raising my sword high into the air. Ronan took a step back in astonishment, one hand clutching his chest over his heart.

"No, surely not. Not even you could achieve such a thing," he gasped in horror. Matilda rose to my side and took my hand.

"Be gone, foul monster!" she warned Ronan. "You have no power here!" Ronan shrieked away from us, dropping his ruler and shielding his eyes with his arms.

"No, the horror!" he cried as he pretended to melt to the floor. I turned to the class and took a low bow. Silence rang out through the room, because it was empty. Matilda burst out laughing.