StarBooks321
"Hey! Give that back!" I yell, chasing after the dog that stole my spam. I follow him into the street, running, out of breath. He stops for a minute, cocking his head, and when I finally catch up, he bounds away into a random yard down the street. I run after him and pick him up, taking the can of spam away from him.
I breath heavily. "Bad... Dog..." I say.
"My dogs like spam too," a voice comments, and I jerk my head up to meet the bluest eyes I've ever seen staring at me. The boy has dark brown hair and a permanently inquisitive expression, and he watches me quietly while I survey his face.
Two deep blue eyes, two eyebrows, a thick head of hair, a slightly crooked nose, and a pair of slightly pink lips.
I can't look at his lips any longer without wondering how they taste.
My eyes return to meet his, and he says, "What's his name?"
I look around for a name, and the first word that pops into my mind is tree. I push the thought out and tell him, "Spam. His names Spam."