Epilogue

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by Nunu-chao

by Nunu-chao

Ted's POV

You see, before I and Chris were actually besties, we kind of had this friction between us. He was the cocky one, and I was the evil one. Also, the way Aiden explained how we met was totally F*d up.

Here's how the story really went

The sun beamed as usual while I carried my poor cat in a box. My mother forced me to get rid of it because we found out she was allergic to them. So I decided to stroll through the park, looking for a decent person to take care of Mister Foofy. I sighed and looked at Mister Foofy. I wasn't paying attention to the people around me until some dumb kid ran into me. I was easily annoyed and when I looked up, I immediately started screaming at the kid.

"Do you have eyes?? Can you not see I was walking towards you while you were running? You must be pretty stupid! I bet you run with your head up, how dumb that would look, huh!" I shouted at him. All he did was a blink and stared into my eyes, with a girly voice he says.

"Wow! You have the most beautiful eyes!" He exclaimed. I kind of felt bad for yelling at him. Out of misery, I pushed the box at him.

"Here... I'm sorry for yelling... Have my cat" I muttered at him.

His eyes nearly busted out of his head, as he gasped very hard. He took the box then squealed. "Oh my! I love cats so much, thank you! One day, when I get older I want to have my own cat army! and- huh... where did you go?"

Oh gawd, that kid was annoying as hell. I legit started running after the first word he squealed out. I kept running until I saw a bush, so I decided to jump in it. I pushed aside a little hole to peek out of, the boy was standing there, then he ran to his mom. She had really long black hair, and her figure was almost an hourglass exact. Then the boy started squealing at his mom, asking her if they could keep Mister Foofy.

Poor lady

I felt relly bad for her and that baby. The look on the babies face was priceless, he looked so done with all hell. He took his mom's hand, and she picked up the baby as they began walking home. That was the last time I saw that kid. I was ten at the time.

6 YEARS LATER (sexy time gap, lel)

I woke up to the sun beaming in through my window, I sat up and rubbed my eyes. Yawning and standing up, I began to stretch. It was the first day of summer vacation. I was happy I had three months off from a crappy school, but I was also annoyed. That meant I had to spend a full summer of Pinky bothering the crap out of me.

Groaning, I made a cup of coffee. Sipping it, I stepped out on my porch. There was a moving truck sort of parked almost in front of our house. Whoever drove it must have been a dumbass. Then my answer was questioned when a weird lady stepped out of it. With her keys, she rolled up the trunk.

I decided to be a good neighbor and ask her if she wanted help, she said /sure/. clinching my hands on a heavy box, a teenage kid came over and grabbed the other side.

"Let me help with that!" he said in an obnoxious voice.

That was an annoying voice I could never forget. So familiar it sounded.