Asdklghflgzsdkg time for a new entry because I'm bored.
Entry Fourty-One
Ryan
Well, as it turns out, Ryan has always just been... Ryan. That crazy extrovert down the street. He'd talk to everyone. All the time. Non-stop.
Just because he knew that some people didn't have friends and he didn't want to take his friends for granted.
Anyways.
The house at the end of the road had just recently been put up for sale. And one day someone came to look at it. Guess who?
That's right, Bleu did.
So when Bleu got there, carrying a backpack with him, Ryan didn't hesitate to go say hello. He even showed Bleu around the house. He only knew his way around because he was friends with the kid that had lived there before. Of course, this also meant that when Bleu asked if there was a basement, Ryan took him right to it.
Nothing actually happened that day. Nope, nothing at all.
It happened a month later.
Bleu came back. Turns out he ended up buying the house. Ryan's mother made a batch of cookies and sent him to give them to their new neighbor. Ryan did just that. Ran down the street to what was now Bleu's house and handed him a plate full of cookies. Bleu asked if Ryan would mind helping him unpack. Ryan said that he'd help; he just had to tell his mom first. And his mom was fine with it.
Moron.
So anyways, while Ryan was off asking his mom, Bleu put /something/ in one of the cookies. And you know what? When Ryan got back, Bleu handed the cookie to him as "a token of his appreciation" for Ryan's help.
And then the transformation happened just the way Henry's had. Only this time Ryan was nowhere near water. In fact, if Ryan hadn't known exactly where the bathtub was... he probably would have died and Bleu would have let it happen.
As if I needed another reason to hate Bleu.
Entry Fourty-One
Ryan
Well, as it turns out, Ryan has always just been... Ryan. That crazy extrovert down the street. He'd talk to everyone. All the time. Non-stop.
Just because he knew that some people didn't have friends and he didn't want to take his friends for granted.
Anyways.
The house at the end of the road had just recently been put up for sale. And one day someone came to look at it. Guess who?
That's right, Bleu did.
So when Bleu got there, carrying a backpack with him, Ryan didn't hesitate to go say hello. He even showed Bleu around the house. He only knew his way around because he was friends with the kid that had lived there before. Of course, this also meant that when Bleu asked if there was a basement, Ryan took him right to it.
Nothing actually happened that day. Nope, nothing at all.
It happened a month later.
Bleu came back. Turns out he ended up buying the house. Ryan's mother made a batch of cookies and sent him to give them to their new neighbor. Ryan did just that. Ran down the street to what was now Bleu's house and handed him a plate full of cookies. Bleu asked if Ryan would mind helping him unpack. Ryan said that he'd help; he just had to tell his mom first. And his mom was fine with it.
Moron.
So anyways, while Ryan was off asking his mom, Bleu put /something/ in one of the cookies. And you know what? When Ryan got back, Bleu handed the cookie to him as "a token of his appreciation" for Ryan's help.
And then the transformation happened just the way Henry's had. Only this time Ryan was nowhere near water. In fact, if Ryan hadn't known exactly where the bathtub was... he probably would have died and Bleu would have let it happen.
As if I needed another reason to hate Bleu.