“Now,” said Frank the Tank. We were sitting in his bedroom and he was showing me all his webkinz. “This is Connor the Cow, he was my first webkinz,” Frankie said. I nodded my head. This little boy must of had a least a hundred and fifty of them. There wasn’t anything wrong with that, if my family had millions of dollars like the Jonases, my brother would go crazy over video games.
“Who’s this one?” I asked. I pointed at a pink, curly poodle.
“This is Polly the Poodle!” I smiled. Frank the Tank was adorable. He was the man as Nick would put it.
“Look!” he squealed. “I named one after you!” He pulled out an orange kitten.
“Awww, it’s so cute! Thanks Frankie!” He looked very proud of himself. I remembered when I was seven.
“And this one’s Nick!” he said. Frank the Tank picked up a black puppy. “Look at this!” he squealed again. He took both the webkinz and held them up in the air.
“Their kissing! Like you and Nick!” I don’t even have to say what happened next, do I?