Hey all! I've decided that since I haven't written a fic for el tigre in a while, I'll write a good one. hawwwwaahhhhhZ!
Manny lay on his bed, in his bedroom, asleep. He then fluttered his eyes open and for a minute, couldn't remember anything. He smacked his lips. Where am I again? Oh, that's right, I'm in my bedroom. Haha. He thought. He got out of his bed and walked into the kitchen for breakfast, scratching his butt on the way. On his way to the kitchen, though, his eye caught sight of a picture hanging on his wall, to the left side of his door. It was him and Frida about two years ago, when they decided to venture to the Miracle City Volcano for fun. He had given it to her last year for Christmas. Then he remembered everything. The Butterman, the villains, the fight, the end—the kiss…. He looked at the time. 12:42. Good thing it's Saturday. He pulled milk out of the fridge, and a box of Cracklin Oat Bran. (A/N: yeah, that's what he ate, that cereal is damn awesome!) As he ate his breakfast, he heard his father and grandfather drinking their morning coffee.
"Papi."
"Rodolfo."
"Papi."
"Rodolfo."
As they went on, Manny rolled his eyes. He brought his bowl to the table and sat down next to Grandpapi.
"Ah, good morning, mijo." (A/N: is it mijo or hijo? When I was in Spanish I learned that hijo means son. What the cheese nips is the word?) Rodolfo greeted his son.
"Mornin'." Manny greeted back in a more tired and confused tone. Manny ate his (totally kick-butt!!!!) cereal, showered and dressed. He decided to go out and take a walk. He needed to clear his head.
As Manny walked down the street, he heard a muffled and scared 'Hello' from someone behind him. He looked and saw Frida.
"Uuu-oh, hey Frida……." Manny greeted.
"H-hey…." Frida continued. There was only one word on their minds:
Akward……….
Heyall. Sorry if that was short, just a prologue, ya know? Plus it was a good place to stop. Reviews. [X