George Washington x Abraham Lincoln

The sniff

Back to George and Abraham 

George couldn't believe that Tom had the guts to order him around. George then thought about what the last thing Abraham had said to him. 

'I know what to do, right? I just have to remember. Screw my memory loose.' 

"Loose?" George found himself talking to himself again. It was amusing to him, at least.

"Maybe." George answered himself even though he made a promise to his mother that he wouldn't talk to himself ever again. The temptation ran through his veins. Suddenly, George found himself feeling like he forgot something. Nah, that couldn't be it. George was famous.. going gray, yeah.. okay. Fine. Maybe his lil old memory was getting rusty. George started singing. Maybe that was it. Maybe it George just sang, Abraham would appear. "NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP!" George started screaming. The next time George blinked, the Abraham Lincoln was in front of him.

George started to sweat. "Oh, haha.. Hi."

"Hello, George. I see you figured it out?"

"Figured whar out?"

"The true meaning of the word, whar."

"Oh.. yeah. Haha. Indeed." George was sweating, and Abraham seeming to notice so George had to turn away.

"Are you sweating?"

"N-no!! My skin is just.. oil!!" George said in a panic.

"...Okay?" Abraham had found this cute, but it smelled. Like.. really bad. "George.. you kinda smell.."

George heard his heart shatter has he heard this.

"...Wh-whar?" George whispered to himself. 

How will George react to this now? The love of his life just told him he smelled bad. Depending on how George looks at it, it can be a good thing (meaning he'll react in a good way.) or it can be a bad thing (meaning he'll react in a bad way. Duh). If he looks at in a good way, he can think 'Abraham just took a sniff of me.. nice. Hot.' Then he would drool-

Okay, bye. Cya in the next chapter.