Hey, y'all! It's me, The Repu-I mean State of Texas (sigh). It's Thanksgivin' at my house this year. I've got 50 guests comin' over, at the least... my step-siblin's, step-father, and possibly (hopefully not) DC. But since it's America, who knows who he might bring.
I was settin' up the table when I heard a knock at my door. I opened it up to find my favorite lil' step-brother, Oklahoma. "Hey, Okie!" He rolled his eyes at the sound of the nickname I gave him when I was little and asked, "Need some help settin' up?" I nodded my head and he stepped in. "So, got a nice house still, heh?" I laughed and nodded, "Being a previous nation has its perks, Hawaii would know so." We walked around to the side-door and out into the driveway. "Could ya go inside n' fetch the turkey?," I asked. Okie went inside and came back a few seconds later with the turkey in his hands. "Uh, well, would ya mind helping me skin it?" I asked. We skinned it and started to roast it. When it was finally roasted, we took it inside and put it on a platter.
As the second knock sounded, I answered the door while Okie got the pies I made last night out of the fridge. (What can I say, I plan ahead?) Louisiana was standing there, holding some gumbo. "Uh, n-nice dress, L-louisa," I managed to stutter. "Thanks," she giggled and her face turned red. I looked down and noticed I was still in my pajamas. "L-lemme go change, o-okay? Okie's in the k-kitchen," I said as I ran mach-speed to my room. I threw on a button-down shirt, some jeans, my hat, and fastened my belt/gun-holsters around my waist. I spritzed some cologne around my wrists, wanting to smell nice. I trotted down the stairs and suddenly heard a knock. I opened the door to find Alaska there with a cooler. "Thanks, we didn't have enough in our freezer already," I mocked. This earned me a slap from my step-sister and she retorted, "Did you have any drinks?" I apologized and went to the TV, turning on the Thanksgiving Parade. One by one, the other states started to file in. We were all there, waiting for America.
Ten minutes later, the door opened up and America walked in. "Hey dudes, let's start eating!" We all rolled our eyes and stared at him. I stood up at the front of the living room and cleared my throat. "AHEM, here's the rules: 1) I'll arrange y'all and where y'all will sit, so be patient. 2) Don't argue with me," I patted my revolver, "3) Have a good time 4) Don't break Rules 1 or 2, Ah'm fine with y'all breakin' three." I showed everyone where they would be sitting, and we all went to go get our stomachs stuffed with food. I got some turkey, mashed potatoes, corn, and a bowl of gumbo. I took my seat next to Louisiana at the main table, with Okie on my other side. He nudged me with his elbow, nodded towards Louisa and winked. I leaned in, "Why do you think I did this?" He chuckled and asked Kentucky to pass a roll.
I turned and looked at Louisa and asked her to pass me the pepper. Pass the pepper? Moron, I thought to myself. I sprinkled it on my potatoes and turkey and started to eat. The turkey was perfectly roasted (thanks to me, aheheheh~) and the mashed potatoes from Idaho were amazing. Once I finished, I gulped down the gumbo and went to the projection-screen in the media room. When the rest of the states got there, I flipped to the football game and we started to watch. I scooted closer toward Louisa on the couch. When I got closer, she leaned over. "You know, you should just tell me you like me already," she smirked. "Ah-uh, well, uh..." She giggled and took my hand in hers, and we watched a game of football.