The Sun & The Moon

Freaky Friends & Fan Fiction

Azzy's Pov

Well the four of us were walking around the mall, since Trish was working.

Actually, we were walking towards Trish's new job.

And this place looks sorta cool.

"Hey, Trish." Me and Ally said, walking into the store with the boys.

"Wow, look at all these antiques. It's like a room full of beautiful memories." Ally said.

"This place smells like my grandfather's dirty old shoes. Hey, it's my grandpa's shoes!" I heard Austin say from across the store.

I was looking at other things but I got bored and walked back to the rest.

"Please tell me you guys are gonna buy something." Trish said.

"Actually, I just entered a short story contest and I'm looking for a vintage typewriter. I want something like Ernest Hemingway wrote on." Dez said.

Wow.

"I have just the thing." Trish said and pointed to a table with a couple of typewriters on them.

Dez walked over to them and chose the one that looks really old.

"That one's perfect!"

We all walked over to him.

And I started coughing when Dez blew the dust off the typewriter.

"I'll take it, Trish. I'm sure to win the contest with this." He said.

"Not so fast, red."

We all turned to the door and saw...

"Chuck." Dez said.

"I entered the contest too."

Wow..

"You're wasting your time, Chuck. I'm gonna win the short story contest." Dez said.

"You wish. My story's so short, you can see it's feet on its driver's license." Huh?

"My story's so short, it's not allowed to go on any carnival rides."

Nice one, Dez.

They also started walking towards each other.

"My story's so short, when it sits on a dime it's feet don't touch the ground." Chuck said.

"My story's so short, that its, um... that's it's, uh..." Dez stuttered.

"I think I smell smoke. Must be your brain on overdrive." Chuck said.

Well, he laughed and then walked around Dez.

"Save it for the contest. Adios, muchachos. That's right, Trishita bonita, I know spanish." Chuck said and walked out of the store.

Well, that happened.

"So are you gonna buy that old typewriter or not, Dez?" Trish asked.

"Let me test it out." Dez said and came back to the typewriter.

"'A giant man-eating fish slowly approached'." Dez typed.

And then a guy eating sushi came into the store.

"That's funny. That big guy's eating sushi." Moon said.

"Why is that funny?" Trish asked.

"Because he's a giant man eating fish." I said.

"Man-eating fish? Dez just typed that." Austin said.

"Whoa, maybe the typewriter's magic." Dez said.