Your mom calls you from the kitchen. You come out of your room . "What is it?"

"I'm going to the store," she tells you. "Do you want anything?"

You think for a second and realize you hunger. "Yes." you need some sustence. "I want some pineapple."

"OK"yoir mom says and leaves just like your dad left you 5 years ago but maybe she will come back.

You go back to your room and continue doing your homework and looking at sexualized anime boys on he internet.

Soon your mom has returned, you help her bring in the groceries. You see something beautiful and yellow in one of the bags... Your pineapple. You pull it out and realize this is no normal pineapple. He has legs and arms and a sexy face. He looks at your and begs for his life in French.

"ne me mangez pas! Je ne veux pas mourir !" he cries

You can't understand him because like a lame normie you took Spanish instead of French and you didn't even do good in Spanish somehow. But his speaking is very hot . You stare at his eyes and you feel a strange connection to this pineapple.

"I thought that one looked cool, " your mom tells you.

As you get lost in the pineapples beautiful eyes you know cool doesn't begin to cover it. You know you need to be alone with this pinepaplle you take him to your room and lock the door.

"Qu'est ce que vous faîtes? " the pineapple says he sounds nervous. But also a bit excited or should I say excité honhonhon

"What's your name?" you ask him knowing he must have a name. It's probably some sexy French name like croissant.

"Quoi"

"Do you speak English?" you ask

"Quoi?"

OK apparently he doesn't. You get your phone and look up goGoogle Translate. You set it to English-french and in the English you write what's your name and translate it, showing him the french.

"Ananas," he says. He switches to French English and types "et toi?" which translates to and you.

"Y/N," you say.

"C'est un beau nom," he says. You point at your phone and he types it. He likes your name. You type that you like his too though secretly you think croissant would've been a sexier name, Ananas is still good.

You two continue communicating like this for a while. You find out he's cananadian not French which is kind of a letdown because canadians are nice and all but they're not as sexy.. Well except for this tell him all about your life. Nobody has ever been as interested in you as he is. After a while he takes your phone. His hands shake as he types. He shows you the English translation.

"Y/N I.. I think I love you"

You blush, and you know you feel the same but for him you hate yourself. You type it in "I love you too"

He reaches out his hand to hold yours. Your heart races. His hand is so strong and manly so hot. You lean into his pineapple face and kiss him. And you know you will love this pineapple for as long as you live.