Quick A/N
Hi! So this person's actual name won't be revealed until later...
If the name does happen pop up, I'll probably just bleep it or something... Though I don't really know why I'm keeping it a secret...
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〔 ❓'s POV 〕Temporary HQ
When I woke up, I felt something on my face. I reached up and it was a wrapper. It wasn't just any wrapper; It was a chocolate bar wrapper. It was sticky and covered in melted chocolate.
There's only one person who could have done this... Alan!
I threw the wrapper into the trash bin and then stormed out of my room, of course after washing my face and hands thoroughly.
After taking just 3 steps out of my room, I stepped on another wrapper. Then another, and another, and another... It was like he yelling 'Kill me!'. Was he seriously trying to piss me off so he could die.
I know I probably sound like a clean freak or something, but I'm really not. Have you ever had to feel a mixture of melted chocolate and gummies between your toes. Probably not. But if you have, I feel your pain.
Somehow, I've been able to put up with this slob for these past years... Don't ask how...
It all started way before we got this job:
Flashback (I honestly have no idea why I'm writing this...)
It was the first day of second grade. Our teacher handed all of us a worksheet about our selves. Things like our hobbies, favorites, etc. When we finished, the teacher told us to hand it to our elbow buddy (basically just someone next to you) and they would kind of present you. My elbow buddy was Alan.
When it was our turn, I presented Alan like he was a brand new toy. Meanwhile Alan didn't really have the easiest time presenting. He mumbled some of the words and was on the verge of tears. I guess he had stage fright and I might have made some words a bit complicated for him. I started feeling a bit bad for him.
At recess, I tried cheering him up with my chocolate chip cookie that was maybe the size of my head. I didn't really want to let that cookie go (this is not a frozen reference!), but it was nice to see that he was happy.
Ever since then, we've been the best of friends. I always felt like I should find a way to protect him, a bit like an older brother but not really since I'm like a year younger.
Back to Present
When I got to the living room, I saw Alan watching Tv, wrappers and other trash lying near him. "I seriously don't get how you're not as big as the Titanic. You weigh less than me!" I said as I started picking up the trash.
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Well wasn't that a bit heartwarming!
I don't really know why I wrote this... I have no heart...
Who ships it?
At least they have a little backstory.
I was just a bit bored an this little side chapter came to mind.
The melted chocolate thing was based off something that happened a few months ago.
My little cousin had a lot of gummy worms in his mouth and his mother told him to spit it out so he just decided to spit it out right on my sock. It was sticky, fruity, and warm.
Anyway,
Good day, night, or afternoon!
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