Be Careful What You Wish For

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Bluh, ok Trigger warning this was so cringey to write honestly
yuck i'm sorry

It's been a week since the Dinklebergs moved in, and Mr. Turner couldn't keep his eyes off of "Sheldon Dinkleberg."

Mr. Turner didn't want to accept the feelies he had for his old classmate, but he just couldn't help it. 'He was so handsome with his friendly smile and those blue ocean eyes- wait what am I thinking!!' Mr. Turner was so mad at himself for his new found crush on Dinkleberg, so he went over there to show this fella a piece of his mind for making him feel this way!!

'Dinkleberg!!' he thought angrily, because he always remembered hating this guy.

Mr. Turner marched right over there to the Dinkleberg's house and banged on the door until he was faced with "Mr. Dinkleberg" himself. He was lost for words and anything that came out ended up being gibberish, (OH MY GOD MR. TURNER WHAT WERE YOU THINKING  GOING OVER TO YOUR CRUSHE'S HOUSE AND ATTEMPTING TO INSULT HIM???) This was such a foolish idea.

Mr. Turner meant to come over and "introduce himself" earlier that week, but put it off because he had gotten a bit to flustered thinking about it.

"Hello"

the Mr. Dinkleberg spoke, his voice swooned Mr. Turner,
"The names Sheldon Dinkleberg"

and put his hand out to shake, Mr. Turner hesitated a bit before quickly latching onto his hand in a kind unnatural manner and held on a bit to long to be normal. Well.. that, that was weird.

"H- uh-helloo"

Mr. Turner's heart just burst, oh my goh.

"Oh yea I remember you, Sheldon Dinkleberg. We always used to compete with eachother in our school days"

Mr. Turner jumbled out quickly whilst tugging at his navy blue tie.

Mr. Dinkleberg had let him inside for some hot water (because tea cost too much in Dimmsdale right now!!), Anyway Mr. Turner couldn't keep his eyes of Mr. Dinkleberg and he was all like 'Mr. Dinkleberg is so cu- oh my goh why am I thinking of him like this, he's got a wife, no way he'd ever fall for me!!' Mr. Turner turned bright red while lost in thought, and Mr. Dinkleberg noticed.

"Oh Mr- uhm I forgot your name, sorry.."

Mr. Dinkleberg said while scratching his butt,

"OH- IT'S UH MR- MR TURNER??"

he yelled in a questionable tone, Mr. Dinkleberg just chuckled and smirked, his blue orbs sparkled in the sunset, and his plaid vomit green shirt hung on his small frame perfectly the shorts he wore fitted him a little snuggly wuggly but made his bum look hela good. 'D  aqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqsdfb v ang it Dinkleberg!!!'

Mr. turner got so frustrated with his own thoughts he didn't even notice that he had dug his nails in his pale palms so hard that they started bleeding.

"Are you alright there?"

Mr. Dinkleberg grabbed Mr. Turner's hand and observed it

"Blood, are you bleeding?"

He gripped Mr. Turner's hand and tried to pull him towards the bathroom, bur Mr. Turner obliged.

"Can-can you uh"

Mr. Turner had tears forming in his eyes by this point

"Can you lick i-it please.."

Mr. Turner wisphered, Mr. Dinkleberg closed his eyes slowly, inhaled deeply and pull Mr. Turner's hand up close to his face until the smell of iron filled his nostrils. Mr. Dinkleberg steadily opened his mouth, 'It's just a.. friendly favor' Mr. Dinkleberg thought to himself while he was breathing heavily over Mr. Turner's bloodied hand. Mr. Dinkleberg inhaled once again poking his tounge out, he inched Mr. Turner's hand closer until the tip of his tounge felt warm liquid that tasted of copper. Mr. Dinkleberg began to feel cold sweats form, then he started to slide his tounge over the hand until all the blood was gone, once he lifted his head up blood covered his mouth.

"Uhm.. you got something right.. there"

Mr. Turner reached to wipe the blood off Mr. Dinkleberg's face, but Mr. Dinkleberg stepped back and licked his face clean staining his teeth in the process, then chuckled lightly and gently warpped an arm around Mr. Turner like nothing happened.

Mr. Dinkleberg and Mr. Turner tried to kinda chat until it got dark, and with that Mr. Turner left with a new-ish friendship and more feelies. 'Dinkleberg..!!' Mr. Turner growled quietly while smiling to himself as he went home thinking about what had happened today.