The Popstar and The Poet
Disclaimer and stuff: I do not own Hamtaro, blah, blah, blah. No flaming please.
It was just another day at the clubhouse, only Sparkle was there on visit. Also, Jingle was hanging out there. It was unusual for him, but no one really cared.
No one but Sparkle…
"Would you stop that infernal racket!?!" She yelled.
"Perhaps you only consider it so because you have no love for such art." The traveling musician replied coolly.
"What the heke are you talking about? Art is pictures, not music!"
"Only to the uneducated, such as yourself."
"WHY YOU…"
Pashmina considered the fact that what was about to happen not be something Penelope should hear or see. So she interrupted Sparkle.
"Why don't we all go outside and play acorn soccer?"
"YEAH!!" said everyone except Sparkle and Jingle.
"Like, I need to practice for my concert. It like totally works best in hear because of all the noise outside." Sparkle said.
"Another reason we should get outta here while we still can!" Howdy said.
Sparkle gave him a death glare and he ran out side, in his own words, "Faster than a elephant being chased by a whole pet store of mice."
Everyone else quickly made their way outdoors too. Sparkle then turned around, happy to be alone, but then she saw the one who hadn't left.
"Like, what are you still doing here?" She huffed.
"I am resting here for the same reason as yourself, peace and quite for my music. I feel like making up a new rhyme." Jingle said.
"No, no, NO! Out, mohawk boy!"
"It is a free clubhouse. Why in here, there could be even a mouse."
"Okay fine. But if you are going to stay you BETTER not rhyme."
"I shall do as I please. Now would you shut the window? It is letting in a breeze."
"Stop it! And there are no windows down here!'
"Dadadadum, there once was a frog who lived in a log." Jingle sang as he strummed his guitar.
Sparkle decided the best thing to do was ignore him. So she went on practicing her own pop music. Like most pre-teen pop her music, had VERY cheesy lyrics. Jingle rhymed everytime he spoke and she usually yelled at him for it.
After about an hour she noticed she didn't mind Jingle's being there SO much. His guitar helped her sing quite nicely sometimes.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah! I love you!" She sang.
She saw Jingle looking at her funny out of the corner of her eye.
"What? Am I off tune?" She asked.
"No, you're fine." He said strangely.
"Oh, like, okay."
Sparkle turned around
to practice again when Jingle said.
"Do you really want me to
go away, so you can practice better? I could go do something like
write a letter."
Something leapt up in Sparkle, saying "Don't let him leave!"
"No, don't go...Err…I mean…You can stay, like, if you want, I guess."
"Alright, I'll stay."
"I totally need a break anyway." Sparkle said as she went to sit down beside Jingle.
They sat there for what seemed like a life time with a very awkward silence. At last Jingle spoke.
"So, how's the pop star gig working for you?"
"Fine…Just fine."
"Umm…How's Glitter?"
"She's good. Hey, wait when did you stop rhyming?"
"You seemed to be getting really mad so I jus…"
"Oh annoying habits like that grow on me. Why don't you read me a poem or something?"
The End