I was about to fall asleep on the couch when Chris popped out of nowhere.

"Vanessa! Vanessa! Wake up! Come on!" Chris said shaking me.

I opened my eyes and saw Chris beaming at me.

"What? I was about to sleep! I'm tired!" I said turning over and closing my eyes.

"Vee, can you please read my poem I made while I was thinking in the shower? Please!" Chris pleaded jumping up and down. "Please! I'll be your best buddy?" Chris asked giving me the puppy-eyes.

"Fine. But you owe me." I said.

Chris took out a piece of paper from his back pocket, unfolded it, and handed the paper to me.

It read:

"My favorite player is Marcin Gortat,
Who used to live in a tater tot.
He met Pau Gasol,
Who ate a mole,
And now they share a tater tot."

"Do you like it?" Chris asked looking at me.

"Actually, I do like it!" I replied.

"Really? Thanks for reading it!" he said giving me a random hug. "I actually get my best ideas when I'm wet."

"Ok.. Um.. I was starting to think that you were actually kinda smart, but the last thing you said threw me off." I told him.

"Oh well." Chris said sitting on the other couch propping up his legs on the table and taking a random magazine and started to read it.

10 minutes later, he got up, put the magazine back on the top of the table, and sat down at the couch I was laying down on.

Suddenly, he went into the kitchen, grabbed something, and came back into the room.

"Wanna share a tater tot?" he asked.