Chapter Eighteen

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~Five minutes later~

Branch: Did you go poop?

Floyd: I.....I can't.......

Branch: What do you mean, you 'can't'. Like you "can't" as in you tried but it won't come out or is it that you "can't" like you're not confident enough to do it?

Floyd: It's a bit of both. Yup, it's both.

Branch: Okaaaaay, what things make you relax? If you can think of that, maybe it will help you.

Floyd: Relax. (Takes deep breath) I'm relaxed, I'm relaxed....(takes another deep breath)....come on, relax........RELAX!!! 

Branch: 😐

Floyd: NO!! I CAN'T!!! IT'S TOO MUCH!!! 

Branch: Don't worry, everything's going to be okay. Just relax, just relax.

Floyd: Just relax?

A sudden silence came around for quite a moment. Branch was about to open his mouth to speak, until Floyd started to hum. Great. The way he hummed reminded him of the time that he did that when they spent time together last week. That disastrous event. Floyd had hummed at the pizza restaurant for about ten minutes before another chaotic incident happened at the time. Branch shook off the memory as he heard Floyd hummed.

But the way Floyd hummed was not one of those annoying hums, but it became a tune, which became quite familiar to Branch. The song he hummed was the "Put Your Records On" song. Then he started to sing.

❤️ Three little birds sat on my window ❤️

❤️ And they told me I don't need to worry ❤️

❤️ Summer came like cinnamon ❤️

❤️ So sweet ❤️

❤️ Little girls double-dutch on the concrete ❤️

Branch joined in with the singing.

💙 Maybe sometimes we've got it wrong, but it's alright 💙

💙 The more things seem to change, the more they stay the same 💙

💙 Ooh, don't you hesitate 💙

Branch and Floyd sang together.

🎶 Girl, put your records on, tell me your favorite song 🎶

🎶 You go ahead, let your hair down 🎶

🎶 Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams 🎶

🎶 Just go ahead, let your hair down 🎶

🎶 You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow 🎶

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Poppy, JD, Clay, and Spruce were sitting on the grass, waiting for Branch and Floyd to come back, until they heard two angelic voices echoed from the right side of Troll Forest.

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