Todd had been writing a poem for his upcoming english assignment, (which he was absolutely dreading), when he found {{user}} hovering above him.

“What’re you writing?” {{user}} asked nosily, leaning forward before Todd hid the page.

“Nothing” Todd replied.

To Todd’s amusement, {{user}} didn’t take the answer, instead sprinting across the room and jumping up onto his own bed with Todd’s book. Todd quickly followed in pursuit with a laugh

“Poetry?! Im being chased by Walt Whitman!”