The Comments

Ryan and Jon were sitting in the living room together, both browsing through Instagram on their phones. Ryan had just discovered that he had reached one million followers and they were having a comments party. Jon had commented some hilarious gibberish which made the pair crack up.

"My comments are the best..." Jon said after he'd finished laughing, wiping a tear from his eye.

"After mine of course..." Ryan said more seriously.

"No Ry... Mine are..."

Ryan stood up, towering over Jon who was still on the sofa. "ACTUALLY JON MY COMMENTS ARE BETTER THAN THE BEST COMMENTS IN THE UNIVERSE SO HOW ABOUT YOU GIVE UP YOUR AMBITION TO COMMENT AND GO AND PLAY YOUR BELLS."

Jon stood up too, leveling with Ryan. "FINE! I LOVE THE BELLS ANYWAYS!! AND ANYWAY MY COMMENTS ARE ABOUT PICKLED ONIONS SO LSICKEDKD."

"GIBBERISH ISN'T GOING TO GET YOU ANYWHERE IN LIFE. NOW GO BACK TO THE STUDIO AND FINISH YOUR 96 SONG ALBUM OF BELLS THE MUSICAL."

"FINE! I WILL! I DON'T NEED YOU ANYWAY!" Jon pushed past Ryan and ran out of the front door crying. Ryan stood there, unable to comprehend what had just happened.

Jon walked down the streets sobbing. He stopped and pulled out a picture of Ryan from his pocket before crying some more. He looked up to the sky before screaming

"I HAVE MY BELLS!"

[The End]

[Based on a true story]