Love In The Clouds: A TALMR Fanfic

Chapter 2: Comedy Night and Lovebird

Yellow

Time to have another night of comedy.

"What sucky thing will you talk about?" Amaranth said, picking up a tomato. And I hope she doesn't chuck it.

"Calm Down" Amber replied to Amaranth. "I'm curious over this night!"

"I'd like to talk to you about seven words." I said. "These seven words are what we like to call 'curse words.' These are words that are so crude, you can't say them on radio or television."

"I like this one!" Magenta said. I actually am allowing feedback on this one.

"I know these!" Brick said. "The words are-"

"SHUT UP!" T. Lavender said. "He's currently in the middle of a comedy night."

"Thank you." I said. "Anyways. These are seven rude, crude, lewd words that we don't usually want to say them."

"Yo dawg, These words are so crude, saying em on TV is rude!" Dandelion rapped.

"Oh. Like-" Navy said, proceeding to say the seven rude words. "Time for a swear fight!"

"I'm going for Yellow! I can't wait for him to curse at Navy!" Magenta said, picking up some pom-poms.

So I went. I did a full on Gordon Ramsey impression on him, Included British Accent too. He then started using pretty messed up words. I know cursing is censored, but these words. They're completely messed up.

"Oh no." Magenta said. She then saw Cloud.

"I am on Yellow's side. Yes, he bought up the fact there are seven words, but Navy began the fight. Also, he said some very messed up words." Cloud pointed out. "Yellow, proceed."

"So. All these words I said to Navy, you can't say on TV or radio. You can say them on YouTube, CloudTube. whatever you want, but don't turn live broadcast into Hell's Kitchen."

"Or Hell's Marbles," Cloud whispered.

"Exactly. There are also some really bad ones you can't say anywhere without offending people."

The next morning, I went to Magenta's fashion store. She usually spends her time there, but whatever. I placed a letter on her table. Then I left with my drone Scarlet made me. It will be used to spy on people. Heck, it can turn invisible.

Magenta

I saw a letter from my desk. It was from Yellow. I know he put his signature on it, but his handwriting stands out. Mine's looks like T. Purple's. Here's what it said:

"I know you wrote me a love letter. I was able to tell because I can distinguish anyone's writing. I couldn't stop blushing while writing this. I honestly want to be honest. Want to go out on a date? It is so hard to write this and not feel like I'm not being loved. I want a date so we can know about each other. Do you?"

I walked to him as he was going outside.

"Yes." I said. He looked confused.

"What?" he asked.

"We can go on a date. How about tonight?" I asked.

"Seems like a good idea!" He said. "See you tonight!"

"See you!"

Welp. Everyone saw that.