MORE FANFICNESS.

~FANFIC~

Me and my bffl, Mitchie, were sitting on my front porch, bored.

"What shall we do~?" I asked, "I AM SO BOOOOOOOORED."

Mitchie stretched out his legs. "Mmm... I don't know," he mumbled.

"Idk either. D'URGG. D'URGGG. D'URGGG," I said, fierceeeely.

"D'urggg, lol," Mitchie reiterated.

Suddenly, we heard music. Mitchie stood up and watched as a van drove down our street.

As soon as I saw the van, I leaped up and squealed, "I LIKE HOME ICE-CREAM, I LIKE HOME ICE-CREAM, I LIKE HOME ICE-CREAM, THE NAME THAT RINGS A BELLLLLLL!"

The ice-cream van stopped and the driver, Haydo, leaned out his window.

"Hello, ma'am. Fancy an ice-cream?" Haydo said.

"Mmhmm," I said, reaching into my pocket for some cash, "A chocolate one, plz. And also: I loveeeeee you, Haydo~!"

Haydo took my money and smiled and handed me a chocolate ice-cream.

Mitchie also gave Haydo some money and asked for a vanilla ice-cream.

We waved goodbye as Haydo drove awayy.

We sat on the front porch again eating ice-creams.

"Oh, how I loveeeee ice-creams~!" I squealed.

"Me too," Mitchie agreed.

We licked our ice-creams in silence.

This was an excellent day! ^_________^

"Mitchie, we should eat ice-creams more often," I commented.

"Uh huh. It would stop you throwing pies/tomatoes at everyone," Mitchie replied, smiling.

I smiled toooooooooo.

THE END~!

Haydo would make a good ice-cream man.

He reminds me a bit of Otto Mann.

Similarities between Otto and Haydo: Long-ish hair, quirky, fun, funny, awesomeeeee, and MOARRR.