I woke up. Went to the loo. Walked to the kitchen. Put some toast in the...microwave, said hi to my dog, said hi to Sonnet, went on my phone, buttered my bread-wait Sonnet?
"What are you doing here?!?"
"Oh hi! Good morning! Shall I make you a coffee?"
"Sonnet!!!"
"That's me!"
"Yes I'd like a coffee. 1 sugar, little bit of milk-no, more than that! Just press that button, yeah exactly, there you go-Ugh you master of distraction! What are you doing in my house!?"
"Oh! I wanted some food."
"You don't have food in your house?"
"Nah I just moved in remember?"
"So? You should have some food!"
"Oh okay then if you insist; I'll have some vanilla and blueberry porridge-"
"No that's not what I mean!" I shouted as I got out the porridge.
"Thanks not too thick though, thick porridge is yucky."
"Sonnet where are your parents? Why don't they give you food?"
"Oh! My parents are at home."
"So get some food from them!" I stirred the porridge and set it down in front of him.
"Nah too far."
"You live next door."
"Next door...right...yeah"
"Sonnet?!?"
"Okay fine! I don't live next door!"
"What?!?!?"
"Fine. Let me spill the beans. Take the lid off. Dish the dirt. Let the cat out of the bag-"
"Sonnet!!! Stop with the metaphors!"
"They're idioms!"
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"Okay. here goes. Once I was seven years old. My momma told me.
Go make yourself some friends or you'll be lonely. Once I was seven years old" he pauses to shed a tear.
He continued. "It was a big big world-"
"But we thought we were bigger. Yep. I know the song."
"Song? This is my poetic master piece! Or-dare I say it-a sonnet!"
I slapped him in the face.
YOU ARE READING
Is this another one of THOSE Love Stories?
Humor'He looked as though he was about to say something but then he blinked. I stared into his big brown eyes; he looked back into my boring blue eyes. His mouth opened slightly. His gaze shifted to my bare...whoops autocorrect. BEAR printed pj's. Yet, I...
