~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.
