Ch. 2
Nick sat on his porch and admired the great white mansion across the yard. It was Gatsby's mansion, and Nick liked Gatsby. He hadn't liked him until the sex, though. As Nick sat back and watched, he noticed many small children, ranging from ages four to thirteen, parading and skipping towards the front door with Gatsby. Gatsby always had children over, except on Sundays. Sundays were for rest and eating salad. The group faded into the house so that Nick couldn't see them anymore.
Suddenly, a tiny man in a sombraro approached Nick's porch. Nick was startled. He stood up to shake the man's hand, but the man with the dark mustache shook his head. He then pulled a multicolored cape over his shoulders and a tiny chiuauah pranced out of the bushes and danced around his feet, barking.
"I yi yi yi!" The man exclaimed. Nick was taken aback, especially when three other tiny men looking just like the first one ran out of the bushes. Two of them had morracas and the other had a tiny mexican guitar thingy. They all started to sing and dance.
"El muchacho! You are invited to la fiesta de Gatsby! I yi yi yi!"
When they finished, they ran off without saying anything. Even the dog was barkless.
Nick sat back down, trying to figure out why Gatsby had invited him over. The parties that Gatsby had were full of clowns and amusement park games like pin the tail on the donkey and dunk tanks. Sometimes he even saw magicians and elephants. Nick was overjoyed. He then realized that the party was in three hours and figured he'd have to go and get ready now!
Just as Nick was finished putting on his purple suit, not without the spandex underneath of course, his cousin from across the lake, Daisy, ran into the house. She had blonde hair that was down to her shoulders and huge breasts. Daisy gave blondes a bad name. She wore a neon green flapper dress with tassels a foot long. They trailed behind her as she rushed into Nick's room.
"Nick! I must have ESPN! I was daydreaming about going to Gatsby's party when a small man showed up and started singing with a tiny dog. He invited me! Can you believe it!? I am going to Gatsby's party! Me! Daisy- Wait, what's my last name again? Oh, well, all I know is that I wish it was Gatsby! But don't tell Tom. He'll go and tell Myrtle. And we all know how close they've gotten. I wonder why he goes over her house so much…Wait. Why are you going? Did the little men come to you, too?"
"Why yes! They did! Can you believe it? Do you know Gatsby?"
"Why, yes. I havent seen him in a very long time, though. He used to touch me where it felt good when we were seven. One time, he even let me lick his lollipop! But I don't know what flavor it was, but it was cream filled!"
"That's awesome, I want to try some, maybe I can tonight!"
"Yes, all three of us together!"
"Yes!"
Nick and Daisy tightly embraced each other and held on for awhile. Then, the clock struck six and the voices of numerous small children echoed through the air. The two of them ran out of the house and skipped all the way to Gatsby's house.