Nonsensical

So Bright was really sad, because people kept writing stories about him, and they always ended sad.

Bright didn't like being sad. He liked playing basketball and teasing Amy and kissing Colin.

Bright couldn't kiss Colin because Colin couldn't remember the way it was supposed to be. How it he was only supposed to pretend to be in love with Amy so Amy wouldn't get suspicious of all the time he spent with Bright.

"Hey, wait a minute!" Bright exclaimed. "This was supposed to end happy!"

Right. So Bright was really sad. He excused himself from the dinner table and went upstairs to mope in his room. When he opened the door, he noticed a lump under the blankets on his bed. Intrigued, he walked over and poked the lump, which made a Colin-like noise.

Colin's head emerged from under the blankets at the top of the bed. His shoulders didn't look very clothed. "Hey sexy," said Colin's head. "What kept you?"

Bright snorted. "Authors," he muttered, pulling his shirt over his head. That was the last thing he said for a long time.