"Max?"
"Yes, Fang?" I turned around to look at him and saw he was down on one knee. My eyes widened.
"Will you marry me?"
I blinked. "Uh... we're only seventeen?"
"So? We can go to Vegas."
"Sure!"
An hour later, Fang and I were flying to Vegas. We did one of those drive-thru-weddings the next day, and we were married.
Then we decided to head to France. For the honeymoon, y'know? Well, we landed in Paris and we liked it so much we decided to live there.
After we lived there for about a year, we had a little girl named Java Runtime Error. She also had wings.
When Java was three, Akila and Magnolia came to visit. They left the next day.
When Java was six, Angel took over Spain, and renamed it Pickles. A mind-reading sixteen-year old taking over Spain. Just what we need.
When Java was eight, I met a woman named Croissant Pastries. She really was a nice girl. I'd lived in France for nine years, and my French still sucked, so Croissant taught me a lot of the language. She also showed Java how to wallpaper.
The day Java turned twelve, Iggy was elected Vice Ruleroverlorddude of Pickles. This was also the day that Gazzy blew up one of the pyramids.
When Java was thirteen, Nudge talked the government into carving her face on Mount Rushmore, and Ella became the spokesperson for Clorox.
When Java what sixteen, I realized you could rearrange the first letters of the names of the flock to spell "Im Fang".
Java also learned to drive that year. Remind me not to let that girl drive except on the autobon.
When Java turned nineteen, we moved to Poland, then one month later moved to Brazil. Croissant followed us along.
When Java was twenty-five, she got married to Iggy and Ella's kid, Crusoe, and even though he was her half-cousin, it was legal in Zimbabwe, so that's where they got married.
They didn't tell any of us, of course.
When Java was twenty-nine, Iggy blew up the entire country of Pickles.
Two days later, Gazzy blew up half of Siberia.
A day after that, the president declared war with New Zealand, just because he "felt like it". This caused a nuclear battle that, by the time Java was thirty-three, has blown up the entire world, except for Brazil.
So, now, everyone lived in Brazil. It only took Angel four months to gain control of it and rename it Futon.
When Java was forty-six, she was killed by an Anaconda named Checkers that Ella had supposedly domesticated.
A week later, Fang and I got divorced at the good, old age of 64 because of a misunderstanding about cheese exports.
THE END.
I opened my eyes and blinked at the ceiling. Ella's face appeared above me. "Sorry Max! I really didn't mean to hit you over the head with a flashlight!"
I groaned and sat up.
This I came up with at one in the morning, after going twenty-seven hours with only two mini-bags of chips and nine bagel bites to eat. It was just a whacky idea. So, review! If you do, I'll make sure you get to live in Brazil! If you don't, I'll sic Ella and her evil flashlight after you. :) The characters are Max and Ella because, technically, they're the only chracters in this story.
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UPDATE(3/25): The sequel, "Page Loading", is up! Make sure you check it out!