Section 1

Flintis smiled at Café. Café knew that smile. It was the "I just got myself something that's probably too good for me" smile. He rolled his eyes. "What is it now?" Café asked.

"My mommy said I could finally have my own blog," Flintis bragged.

"Cool... now I'm going to get on with my li--"

"My mommy said you could help me learn how to work it." Café knew that had been coming. It was always something along that line. My mommy got me an iPod. She said that you could let me borrow your iTunes gift-card to buy like two thousand songs.

Café rolled his eyes.

"Um... no."

"Yes," Flintis responded.

"No."

"YES!" Flintis screamed.

"Okay, okay... but tomorrow-- I have a lot of homework to do today," Café told him.

"Fine, dude," Flintis nodded.

"Don't call me dude, please," Café sighed.

"Okay dude," Flintis persisted.

"Ugh," Café said, putting his paws on the sides of his head.

When he walked into his house, he wrote on his calendar (regretfully) "Help Flintis with his blog."

I am so looking forward to that, Café thought.