WithLoveAndSneezes

Squiggy walked into the Pizza Bowl and sat down at a table, sniffling miserably. He hadn't felt well all day. He could hardly keep his eyes open, his head was pounding, and he couldn't breathe through his nose. Although his nose was stuffed up, that didn't stop it from itching. His poor nose had been itching and tickling like mad since he had woken up that morning, and he had hardly been able to go twenty minutes without feeling the need to sneeze. He looked and felt pathetic as he scrubbed furiously at his pink-tinged nose. Adriana walked in then, her plaid skirt flouncing behind her. "Addie!" Laverne called upon seeing her friend walk in,

He leans over her, placing his hand on the small of her back. Her hands move gently to his face, guiding him toward her. He draws nearer, eyelids drooping. Her's do the same. Closer he comes still and he can nearly taste the sweetness of her lips against his own. She mutters his name quietly, and in an instant his mouth is against her's. Tongues glide, lips pressing together. His hand craftily snakes it's way up the back of her shirt, the bare skin contact giving her chills. She leaned into him until her chest was flat pressed against his. They could feel their hearts beating in the same rhythm. Suddenly, his breathing became abnormal. Frant

Boredom was inevitable. He was alone. He was sick. He was tired. He couldn't sleep, despite how tired he felt. The constant need to sniffle or sneeze kept him from any hope of sleep. So there he lay in his bed, nose running like a faucet. He took a deep breath in. At least his nose wasn't stuffed up. He may've been sniffly, but at least he could breathe. Although whenever he did, he could feel the tickle. It seemed to never leave him alone for a moment. It felt as if there was a feather stroking the inside of his left nostril. The tickle slowly began to build tortuously, causing his breath to begin hitching once more. "Hihh... Ihhh.....

He stood alone in the rain, wet hair plastered to his face. Alone. He would always be alone now. Not that it was anyone's fault but his own, though. He had destroyed everything. Everyone was gone because of him. He hardly cared that he was soaking wet. "Because of me..." The Once-ler croaked, his underused voice was becoming raspier, he noticed. "All of it.... Because of me..." The words burned his already sore throat, and the vibrations sent a sharp tickle to through his nose. He could feel it building slowly, and purely out of habit reached for the green and black striped handkerchief in his breast pocket, holding it to his nose, and sneez