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Part 1 - The only part

Xander Gump was thinking about Nathan Ball again. Nathan was a goofy saint with buff biceps and skinny calves.

Xander walked over to the window and reflected on his scary surroundings. He had always loved damp Edinburgh with its loose, leaking lampposts. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel jealous.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a goofy figure of Nathan Ball.

Xander gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a loyal, kind, hot chocolate drinker with brunette biceps and ginger calves. His friends saw him as a defeated, difficult devil. Once, he had even helped a petite baby cross the road.

But not even a loyal person who had once helped a petite baby cross the road, was prepared for what Nathan had in store today.

The foggy teased like jogging ferrets, making Xander scared. Xander grabbed a large umbrella that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As Xander stepped outside and Nathan came closer, he could see the early glint in his eye.

Nathan gazed with the affection of 2208 responsible rabblesnatching rats. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want love."

Xander looked back, even more scared and still fingering the large umbrella. "Nathan, I am your brother," he replied.

They looked at each other with angry feelings, like two obedient, obnoxious octopi loving at a very smart quinceanera, which had opera music playing in the background and two clingy uncles sweating to the beat.

Xander studied Nathan's buff biceps and skinny calves. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Xander in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't love you Nathan."

Nathan looked happy, his emotions raw like a yarbelicious, yellow yo-yo.

Xander could actually hear Nathan's emotions shatter into 2501 pieces. Then the goofy saint hurried away into the distance.

Not even a mug of hot chocolate would calm Xander's nerves tonight.

THE END