Grouchys POV
"Now, I will say this. I'm a simple smurf, I don't want much, but I don't understand why I have to be so, what's that word?"
"Grouchy!" Gutsy Smurf replied to me.
"What?" I soon snapped out of my train of thought. I was thinking out loud again. That's silly of me. But I couldn't stop thinking. If only someone understood. I accidentally said talking out loud again.
"I understand!" replied Vanity
"You do?"
"Oh totally! I can't stop but think about what others think of me whenever I'm just looking at my mirror. It's like my life revolves around it you know"
"Yeah, I understand." I didn't understand at all. Why does my life revolve around me being grouchy?
"Yeah but that's just how its meant to be isn't it?"
"What do you mean?" I ask, astonished at what I am hearing. I turn, only to see him making out with his own reflection.
"Ugh get a shroom"
"Well, someone's jealous" Vanity smirked at me. I could not help but feel disgust. I felt myself gag.
I wasn't jealous, just confused. Why do I have to be so mean, I mean why couldn't I be positive again? That worked out for me when we had to save Smurfette.
