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5-I....I'm okie!!

Art by me . It sucks but I'm trying. Ill redraw it later. Anyway, sorry for not having a solid update schedule, if you guys could recommend something I'd really appreciate it! Alright, here we go!

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Matt's POV (obviously)

I stared at Tim for a long time. Was spilling really worth the playtime that was sure to come? I shuddered at the thought. Tim looked very serious, and was probably expecting an answer. I guess I'll just tell him about Pinky.

"Wellll, I... Uhm.."

Tim smiled and assures me I can tell him anything.

"So, this weird pinky haired girl came in while you were getting me water-"

He cut me off.

"Augh, I should've known Mel would pull something! Sorry, Matt, she's kinda a whore," he said, pinching his nose. I wonder if that hurt. "I-its alright Tim! I'm okay!" I squeaked. He gave me a look.

"Wait, what'd you just call me?"

"Tim!!" I exclaimed.

He chuckled, and said, "Matt, my name is Tom,"

"Yeah, Tim!"

"Tom,"

"That's what I said,"

He sighed. "okay, repeat after me,"

I nodded.

"T,"

"T,"

"O,"

"O,"

"M,"

"M,"

"Tom!"

I hesitate, attempting to put the sillybles together.

"Tooom..."

"There you go,"

"T-Tom?"

"Yes! Good job, Matt!"

He clapped, and I grinned my head off.

TIME SKIP TO 18:00

Me and Tom sat on his couch, eating nachos. I like nachos. Cheeesseeee. Mmmmm...

Suddenly, I feel something touch my hair. I shrieked and jumped from the couch. The nachos spilled all over the clean wood floor. Tom looked up.

"Matt, what happened?!"

Someone started laughing. I don't like laughing...

Not only did I ruin the floor, I'm getting laughed at. I started to cry. Tom stood up and hugged me. I whispered,"I'm so sorry..."

He smiled and said," It's alright, thank Jehovah it's a wooden floor! Easy to clean!"

I smiled slightly, and picked up the bowl. I put it in the kitchen and started washing it. Tom cleaned the mess. I still felt sad, but what kind of perfect child is sad? None...

Anyways, doing dishes have always been fun. I like the way the bubbles pop. Haha, popopopopopop.

Finishing the dishes, I went back to the common room. Tom was still cleaning, so I told him I was gonna be in his room.

"Alright Matt, try not to get in trouble!"

I nodded and bounced up stairs. Tom's room was very nice. It had blue walls, and bed in the middle, and a ton of posters on the wall. I liked his room. I sat on the floor and waited for Tom to come upstairs.