George Washington x Abraham Lincoln

Rob Do Be Third Wheelin Though

"So um.. My name is George.." George felt his face heat up.

"M..Mine too.. I mean!! My name is Abraham!"

"That'shot-" George stopped. "I'mnotgayI'mnotgayi'mnotgay--" He thought if he said those words to himself, it would make it true.

Abraham, sadly, did the same thing.

They looked like: Stupid dumb.

George sighed deeply.

"Wanna live here? I mean, you look kinda homeless.."

"That.. That was kinda rude but I mean.. I am not homeless. I am not so don't get the wrong idea!! I am straight. Straighter than a line-"

"S-So am I!! I like girls!!"

There was a few minutes of silence.

"Um.. I'll show you around.. Holdmyhand-"

Abraham grasped George's hand and held it firmly.

"I have to-"

Pee slowly fell down George's leg as Abraham watched.

"That is not so hot, but we can deal with it. Continue."

Abraham's hand slipped off of George's.

George continued to pee.

Three minutes..

Four..

Five..

Eight..

Twenty..

Twenty-five

Tik tok..

Time flew pasted as Abraham let George pee.

"Um.. you almost done there, bud?"

George nodded, lying. (He hasn't even started)

Rob entered the room, sending shivers down both of their spines.

"R-rob?!"

Rob huffed.

"I was ever do rudely forced to leave this room. I came here for one reason and one reason only. The milk. Have you seen a milk jug that went bad six years ago? I miss him. His name is.. Tim.."

"Yeah.. it should be in the fridge to your left, man."

Rob smiled widely. It was scary.

Everyone thought that they might die if they continued to look at it. It was blinding.

Rob ran into the fridge four times, the fifth time being on purpose.

"Wow there, brother. I don't remember you being here the last time I was... here."

George and Abraham were confused on why Rob had said this. After all, this was his first time being here, right? Maybe they were wrong. 

Rob rubbed his head. "Are you trying to start a fight with me?!" Rob punched the fridge, shaking shortly afterwards. He felt pain in his fist and his head.

"Rob, are you okay?" George walked up to Rob slowly.

"Hmm. Yes." Rob opened the fridge, grabbing the milk out. "Get a cup."

George looked at Abraham shocked, "But it went back six years ago!" George and Abraham both yelled at the same time, blushing afterwards.

"That just makes it taste better. More flavor, y'know?" Rob grabbed a cup himself, seeing how the other two weren't going to. He poured the milk, taking a sniff. "Ah, yes.. moldy..." He whispered, drinking the milk. Rob stopped to look at George and Abraham.

"You want some?" Two cups showed up on the table with milk.

George and Abraham sat down and two seconds later, they were drinking milk.

"Don't drink too much. You may get sick. I just ate the sink and the toilet so you can't throw up in there!"

Black dots filled George's vision as he fell backwards and out of his chair. (Oh no)