One day as Gloyd Orangeboar was sitting on his bed in his house when he heard a knock on the door.
"Coming", he yelled. He walked to the door and opened it.
A young girl with a candle on her head even though her character was based on ice-cream was standing there.
"Err…hi Candlehead"
(Gloyd had fancied Candlehead for a long time and hadn't asked her out yet. She was a bit suspicious by the way he acted around her but she normally just shrugged and forgot about it.)
"You Son Of A…" she was cut off by someone laughing.
"What did I do I ", asked Gloyd.
"I thought you smashed up my car but I suppose you didn't did you?"
"Err…No"
"Okay in that case I better beat the living daylights out of Swizzle"
"Okay see you later"
"Bye"
As Gloyd looked away she glanced at him and because she wasn't looking where she was going she tripped over.
"Ow"
"Are you alright, what happened"
"I tripped and I don't think I can walk"
She tried to stand up and fell into Gloyd's arms. He blushed slightly as he caught her.
"I'll go and find some bandages, you can sit on the bed while get them"
He helped her to his house and helped her on to his bed. He left the room and went into his kitchen. Candlehead started to look at his room. He had a yellow and orange striped wallpaper and a Soft orange carpet. He had a large closet at the end of the room. She had never seen him where anything other than his casual orange jacket and brown jeans. She limped over to it and looked inside. There were lots of different orange clothes and shoes. She was about to close it when she saw a picture of herself on the inside of the closet door. She smiled and sat down on the bed again and waited.