P.P.B.B
Chapter One: Pfft… Canadians…

        Bob McDonald anxiously rode down the
streets of Miami, looking for a part-time job at any small restaurant or café.
He dropped out of college in his third year and didn’t get a degree, which was
why he was so desperate for money. He’s tried everything – from lawn-mowing businesses
to lemonade stands – but at least it kept bread on the table.  Soon, though, there wouldn’t be a table to put
the bread on. He couldn’t afford to pay the rent for his tiny flat, and got
kicked out. Homeless, Bob started walking his way out of Miami, looking for a
new home. In some rural area in the vicinity of the city, he met a kind young
lad called Barry Smith. It was light yet rainy, and Bob was sadly walking along
a little path. It wasn’t until a few hours when Bob completely lost his marbles
and started yelling at nothing. “Help me! Somebody help me! Please!” Barry flew
his bedroom window open. “Pipe down! What’s all that racket? I got a night
shift, retard! Let me get some shut-eye, eh?” With that, Mr. Smith slammed the
window shut once more. With raindrops trickling down his face, and thunder and
lightning behind him, Bob took a look the blond’s house. He noticed Canadian
flags everywhere. McDonald smirked. “Pfft… Canadians. And he’s blond, too.”

        Bob sighed and, due to fatigue,
collapsed right where he was. From his bedroom, Barry heard the loud thump and
rushed outside of his house. He found the exhausted Bob on the ground, unconscious.
“Poor thing!” exclaimed the blond. “I never thought he would be homeless…” Mr.
Smith plopped Bob on his back and took him inside. He lay him down on the couch
and covered him with a thick blanket. Then, Barry went to the kitchen to get started
with the hot chocolate. “This’ll make him happy,” he said to himself. “Whoops!
Almost forgot the marshmallow!” He plopped in a marshmallow and dashed back to
the living room. He put the mug on the table and sat on the other couch facing
the one Bob was in. Barry grabbed the remote and set it to a cooking program.

        McDonald was coming to. Barry smiled. “Hi,
there!” Bob yelled and fell off of the couch. “W-what…” Barry helped him up and
sat him down on the couch once more. “Easy, there, eh? Don’t want to burst a
blood vessel!” Bob was confused. “This is your… house?” he looked around.
McDonald noticed the cup of hot chocolate and the blanket. “Uh… you’re…
hospitable?” Barry’s smile grew even wider. “Thanks! But it’s you that matters.
Are you alright?” Bob nodded. “Think so.” After some chatting and explaining,
Bob went on to tell Barry about his situation and how desperate he was. Barry
gladly agreed to housing him and supporting him for the time being. “Why not? I
do have a job as a night guard at the local zoo! Your bed can be that couch.
Just don’t disturb me, eh?” Barry got up and returned to his room.