ALRIGHTY, this is meant for a laugh. My friend and I were using a plot generator to look for an interesting plot and well, this popped up. You see, we had to fill some stuff in, so this will be amusing. Co-written with my dear friend tfios4610divergent, I present to youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu,
DON'T USE PLOT GENERATOR, KIDS:
Two Joking Uncles Sitting to the Beat- a short story by Marie Torch and tfios4610divergent
Tris Prior had always hated crowded Chicago with its melted, magnificent mountains. It was a place where she felt sad.
She was a caring, thoughtful, sprite drinker with tattooed eyes and handsome feet. Her friends saw her as an annoyed, afraid angel. Once, she had even saved a strange toddler that was stuck in a drain. That's the sort of woman he was.
Tris walked over to the window and reflected on her loud surroundings. The thunder storm teased like bouncing kittens.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Tobias Eaton. Tobias was an intelligent bad boy with beautiful eyes and tall feet.
Tris gulped. She was not prepared for Tobias.
As Tris stepped outside and Tobias came closer, she could see the uninterested glint in his eye.
Tobias gazed with the affection of 2089 smart wonderful wolves. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want love."
Tris looked back, even more scared and still fingering the purple stroller. "Tobias, can yo stop it Tobias," she replied.
They looked at each other with interested feelings, like two old-fashioned, odd owls walking at a very cold-blooded best friends' wedding, which had pop music playing in the background and two joking uncles sitting to the beat.
Tris studied Tobias's beautiful eyes and tall feet. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Tris in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't love you Tobias."
Tobias looked shut-off, his emotions raw like a kind, kaleidoscopic knife.
Tris could actually hear Tobias's emotions shatter into 6225 pieces. Then the intelligent bad boy hurried away into the distance.
Not even a drink of sprite would calm Tris's nerves tonight.
THE END