Cherry potatoes POV:-
I sip on my coffee watching looney tunes I love them. I loved them since i was little.
I had fantasies of making out with goss
I hear a soft knock on the door.
What the heck?
I just moved here last night and i already have twereens
Maybe moving to this place was a mistake. People never sleep. Its all rushed all the time.
This small town known as wattpad was also known for peace, i can't find it here
HELLO PEACE ARE YOU THERE? *looks around searching for peace*
Peace: Yeeeeeees
Yayayayyy peace!
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Blake. A normal guy whose life turned into a rollercoaster ride just after he moved to wattpad.
He was given this weird name 'cherry potato' by his bestfriend.. who? Thats for you to find out and me to write.
Blake was here because the last place he lived had teenagers who would burst into his door twerking and would start twerking on his face as he would sit there tired and frustrated.
He gave them a name. Twereens.
He was creative.
There was no difference in this place.
Blake slowly placed the cup on the coffee table as he got up to open the door.
Twisting the door knob he swung the door open to find nothing but an empty street.
He looked around to see if this was a prank or something childish. Shrugging he decides to close the door, just as he sees a envelope on his door mat,
He frowned at the blue envelope. He stepped out to see the same envelope on his neighbour's doormat.
He ripped it open only to find a dark pink paper in it.
It was his favourite color. He loved it and had this thing of wearing pink underwears.
He reading the letter which was written in a 4 year olds handwriting
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Dear stranger,
It gets hard. No you creep.i am talking about life. Stop smiling.
To make it easy for you
We invite you to the best party of 2017.
Its A costume party so wake the wild animal inside up and dress the weirdest you can.
The party will be held between 8pm --4am
You can be late tho. Because tea will take two hours showering and 3 hours helping me organise shit.
Nvvvvvm
Do come. Here's the address
'Street no. 666
House no. 666
We won't chop you into pieces and eat you. And we absolutely won't burn your skin and feed it to hamster...MAYBE.
We're definitely not in a cult.
SINCERELY,
JAMES POND.
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Blake chuckled at how a 4 year old wrote this.
Closing the door shut he went in and continued watching and moaning at the sights of his childhood crush, fuzzy lumpkins.
(A/N DONT YOU DARE MUTE ME AGAIN)
His googly eye sessions with fuzzy was interrupted again but this time by a phone call.
"Hello" i greet coldly to the person who just made the biggest mistake of his life.
"Hellloowww" A voice like alvin from alvin and the chipmunks spoke.
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DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNNNNN
Tu be continued.
HAHAHHAHAHAHHAHA IDEK WHY AM I ENJOYING WRITING THIS SO MUCH!
YOU'RE WELCOME
