Many stars shined that night in Stormalong's beautiful, raven black midnight sky. 1209 and counting to be exact.
Punsie Mchale, with his head pressed up against the cold, glass window, counted the stars that night to relive his boredom. His 5 joke books were piled up in the trashcan behind him. His finger tapped again and again against his window to keep track.
He backed away to yawn. He rubbed his puffed up eyes.
"What a night," he said in his nasally voice. He was right. The pun-off caused everybody laughs at the end, but not him. He fled, even when his friend comforted him in his time of need.
Punsie warmly smiled as he remembered Larry. His red cheeks, beautiful brown hair, and especially his warm touch when he comforted him made Punsie sigh. But his face saddened when he remembered running off. He would turn back time just to be in Larry's arms again.
Punsie glanced down at the bobby pin in his hand. Will Larry find out tomorrow that he picked the lock to the Candy Barrel? And more importantly, if he does, will he trust him again?
Punsie stopped daydreaming [or nightdreaming] when he heard the door squeak open.
"Who's there?" Larry's voice said. Punsie's body froze. Larry shined the flashlight at Punsie's face, making him close his eyes. "Punsie?"
Larry said, shocked. He turned the light switch on. "What are you doing here?"
"Counting the stars," Punsie said, filled with melancholy.
Larry looked over at the joke books in the trash. His expression turned to sadness.
"Oh, Punsie," he said exactly like yesterday night. Punsie's eyes widened
Larry walked over the sad joke teller and wrapped his arms around him. Punsie smiled and closed his eyes, enjoying the man's warm embrace. He had just turned back time.