It was my birthday and I was so happy he finally gets to come over! Smosh doesn't allow me and Anthony outside lives, I miss him...The doorbell rang and I ran to the door I swung it to the wall and saw my mahogany eyed friend. His hair was wisped on the sides but calmly covering a corner of his face towards the right. "Hey." He said a little soft. I think his throat is soar. "Hey, you o.k.?" I asked. "Course dude." He said looking down; he didn't want to miss the party because of his cold I bet.
"Wanna play Xbox?" I said swinging my thumb towards the system. He went through the door and squeaked a "ya" but looked at me and smiled. We played Xbox a few hours and felt kind of tired. A movie was watched then off to bed. I told Anthony first thing that the first to go to sleep gets a surprise in the morning. He took the challenge, but his cold overpowered his competitive hormones.
I was wide eyed and awake, and excited about that gift that Anthony brought in when he came, it was my birthday present. I didn't ask for anything so Anthony had to use some kind of telepathy to find a gift to impress me. But first comes first, I got my granite colored marker and scooted to the couch. Anthony just breathed ghostly, and reposed on the couch. I took off the cap and gently wrote "I'm Stoopid" on his right warm cheek. His cheeks were a beautiful blending color with the marker, I thought, like I was an artist myself. After I scooted back I got up and grabbed the Pokémon covered gift. It was actually wrapped pretty good, he didn't hurry. I unwrapped it quietly, so quietly I still heard Anthony breathing.
The Pokémon paper hit the floor and covered my whole bed area. As for the present, it was something I'd never thought I'd see again. I clutched the frame and looked at the picture of me and Anthony when we first met. We smiled so big in the picture, just like we do now once in a while. Anthony still kept his hair, as for me I retired the bowl like hairstyle, and matured it a little. You don't really realize tears until they end up all over your new gift, they weren't worth wiping away, but because I stared at the picture so long, I almost forgot what Anthony looked like right now. I turned my head and looked, but the first thing I saw was the "I'm Stoopid" written on his red cheek.
Uplifting my knees I got a cloth and licked it. Once again I scooted toward Anthony. I tried so hard to be gentle but the marker was being a bitch. He didn't wake right on contact but it scared me when he suddenly grabbed his throat and his eyebrows went into a depressed knit. His eyes opened after that, and I couldn't explain anything, so I did what any normal friend would do. *SMOOCH* I kissed his lips, and man it was great! He even let go of his throat for a sec, that's when I let go, which made him lean forward (I guess he wanted more). I made some tea for his throat and came back. He looked at the tea and then at my cheek, and he thought the same thing as I did a sec ago, *SMOOCH* THE END