AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Hello! I have returned from Tartarus (also known as school) and am here to post a one-shot! PARTY. I am sorry for not posting in 1375989189248923 years. I hope you enjoy this. Thank you.
David Menlo was walking about the observatory when he saw the trash can filled to its brim. With curiosity, he hunched by it and started opening up each bit of paper available. With a smirk, he found a romantic poem, surprisingly written by his roommate, Max McDaniels. When he opened it, he read aloud:
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Beloved Scathach
I love you
I've been searching
For a rhyme with your name
But you're too perfect
So it's not my skills to blame
Beloved Scathach
You have my heart
Wait I just realized
What's your last name?
With that, David chortled away though it was queer that he didn't know Scathach's last name. However, he cogitated and opted to give Scathach the poem but remove the last stanza. Even though it wasn't Max's will, David thought it was really sweet (though Max isn't the mushy type.)and that his effort would be wasted if it wouldn't touch her heart. With that, David sent the letter to Scathach with Max as red as a tomato the following days.
