~Jake's P.O.V~
I had just woken from a perfect slumber and stumbled my way to the kitchen when the idea struck me. I could paint with ketchup. It looked a lot like paint, so surely it would act like one. I snatched the ketchup from the counter, examining it by squirting it and seeing how well it spread when my wife walked through the door. She looked bewildered at what I was doing.
"Jake?" She asked, "Why are you playing with the ketchup?"
"Just seeing if I can paint with it..."
"P-Paint with it...?" Her tone sounded more bizarre. "It's food, you can't paint with it."
"Yes, I can, Watch."
I brought out my most prized sketchpad and found myself a blank page in amongst all my drawings of Carly. I dabbed my fingers in the ketchup and painted a flower; simple, yet beautiful.
I thought it was a fine drawing, but Carly wrinkled her nose when she looked at it.
"It smells.."
"But it's good, right?" Carly just sighed.
"You're completely crazy..."
~Carly's P.O.V~
I knew Jake was never quite the "normal" person, but this was too far. Painting with ketchup!? Where on earth did he even get that idea from? I left the kitchen while calling to him.
"I'm going shopping!"
He mumbled something in response, clearly too lost in his work. I put on my shoes and jacket then left the house, deciding quickly that I'll walk for a while, to save myself from being surrounded by Jake and his ketchup.
He was always so weird, is that why I love him? I can't deny the fact I'm a little weird myself, but unlike Jake, I care if people notice, I care if people stare. Jake always just seemed to be in a world of his own. Maybe I love him because he's so strong? Nevertheless, I love him. Ketchup painting may be silly, but he's still my one and only.
After an hour of walking, I actually decided to step foot inside the shop, picking up a basket and remembering clearly what we did and didn't need. After passing a couple of aisles, I came across my most embarrassing sight of all: Jake talking to a store clerk.
~Third person P.O.V~
The store clerk seemed confused by Jake's riddling question in the aisle: Which ketchup spreads the best?
"I wouldn't know, sir," The store clerk replied, trying to sound helpful. "People don't usually test ketchup spreading."
"Hmm.. Then which one is the best?" Jake asked quizzically.
The store clerk suggested one and Jake nodded, practically putting the whole shelf of them into his basket. This made Carly flush a bright red, as she quickly continued shopping before he noticed her.
Him noticing me would be so embarrassing, she thought dreadfully, because then everyone would think I'm crazy too..
Carly eventually finished picking up what she needed and went to pay, hoping Jake was finished or even better: He decided buying lots of ketchup was a bad idea.
But alas, to Carly's dismay, Jake was there, buying a basket full of ketchup like it was ordinary, and everyone was staring at him and watching. They all recognised him as Luba Vangtoshk's brother (Luba being a famous model and him being her company's designer), so they all whispered. Carly felt faint, knowing the press were easily going to make this a big story. All the headlines would be "Ketchup-loving Vangtoshk" or something along those lines, and Carly knew for a fact she couldn't just deny that she knew him. She had to live with Jake's abnormality, but even if it made her embarrassed, she still loved him. She just pretends these weird events never happened...
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Admin note: This is the weirdest story I have ever written in my entire life
