Short stories about everyone's favourite crayon coloured men, and murderous furries! Mostly crack, with some serious stuff sprinkled in. Requests open, lemons allowed. This will have a actual cover photo one day.
You've had a crush on the 'cool kid' for the duration of the crazy adventure that you called a friendship, it was now time reveal your secrets and cry out to him.
You assume you'll dance alone tonight until a handsome stranger by the name of 'Rich' approaches you. Will you dance with him?
Song fic based on: "The Greatest Dance" by Imagination Movers.
I do not own the song or characters.
Where does the time go? The cold air comes but quickly leaves damp grass and raging heat.. what better way to spend it that with some friends?...
Except the only people available are:
a Weaboo, and a wannabe cool kid...
Guess they'll have to do..