A/N: Hello All! Remember this story that I said I was going to make like three months ago? No? Yeah, I don't blame you. When it comes to procrastinating, I am QUEEN. For example, right now I'm procrastinating on two hours' worth of homework. Oh well, what can ya do. Anyways, here is the story you have all been waiting for!
Jeff came back from work late at night to his cramped apartment that he called home. Money was tight, but that is expected when you're living in New York. And when you work at a 7/11. Well, he isn't doing too bad. He has a place to live, some clothes, and even a friend - his pet fish, Cory. He sighed, running his hands through his curly black hair as he slumped to his couch. He had had it for years and it was worn to the point that almost half of the outmost layer was stuffing and springs. But Jeff wasn't complaining. A couch is a couch, and he was simply grateful to have one in the first place. Plus, he kind of needed it. It was one of the only pieces of furniture in his apartment, other than his 12 inch TV, some lawn chairs, and a futon that he used as his bed. As stated before, money was tight.
Jeff sighed again and looked over to Cory, who was swimming around in his tank. I love that little guy, he thought, and smiled softly. Jeff didn't have many friends, and he was too busy to have a girlfriend, so Cory was pretty much his only "social life", if you could even call it that. He was such a cute fish, with smooth black scales, black fins, and a small black tail. However, Jeff's favorite part of Cory was his pair of adorable beady eyes, which were - you guessed it - black. Even though he was just a fish that swam around sometimes, his eyes were always filled with emotion. Right now, Jeff could tell from the fish's eyes that he was hungry. He grabbed a small bottle of fish flakes and sprinkled a few into the tank. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly when he saw the small fish swimming around the tank, trying to grab the bits of food. When Cory was done, Jeff yawned and checked his watch. 11 PM. He was covering one of his coworker's shifts the next morning, so he decided to get some rest. "Goodnight Cory," he softly whispered to the tiny fish as he turned off the light and crawled onto his worn out futon. "See you in the morning."
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A Man and his Fish: A Story of Friendship
Short StoryWhat does Jeff, an average guy, do when his fish starts choking on a fruit roll-up wrapper? Read to find out! Also, I know the story sucks, but don't worry, that's the point!
