The blazing sun was beaming down towards our protagonist. The hot sensation he felt was unbearable, as though he was going to melt right then and there. Because of this, there was no choice but to run for shade. And, as if it was destiny, the destination he chose had a vending machine filled with all kinds of beverages. Like an average human would, our protagonist whipped out his wallet, and paid for a simple can of juice.
Although, for our protagonist, this wasn't just a simple drink. No, this was the drink that saved his life. It was his savior. The moment he grabbed hold of ice cold can, he can feel a small tingle run down his fingertips and the rest of his arm. Nothing can match the satisfaction he felt when he pulled the can closer to his face, and popped it open. He caressed the can onto his cheek, cooling him down from the ungodly heat right behind him.
A few minutes after fondling the can, and receiving strange stares, he notices that the can had started to defrost(or sweat). By now, he knew it was time to take a his first sip... And, he did. It was like nothing he had ever felt before. The cold liquid cooled his entire body down in an instant, making him feel a tiny shiver down his spine.
"Oh, my love, my savior..!" He closed his mouth, letting out a small moan. "Let's.. experience this together once more on another day like this.."
Our protagonist now keeps an empty can in his room as a memorial of this lovely experience.
the end
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Romancesipsip sipperoonie A short love story about a man and some canned juice from a vending machine. I wrote this in 7th grade, except the first part is modified (spell checks, and added details)
