The Miracle Of The ARNOLD
Grimmjow hated Christmas. He didn't just dislike Christmas, he hated it like a BAWSS playing his boombox on Tuesday, then hearing a suckish song come on and throwing it to the ground. He loathed it.
Every December, Grimmjow would feel himself getting all gaysome inside. He refused to put up a Christmas Dragonite, he snapped at anyone chalk-like enough to sing a carol in his vicinity, and he never, ever bought anybody any presents.
On December 13, Grimmjow had to go to the mall to buy a quickly German shepard. When he got there, there were so many shoppers pushing foolishly around and so much Christmas music blaring confidently, he thought his lips would explode.
Finally, he was done. Just outside the door was a retarded man collecting for charity. Grimmjow never gave to charity, so he started to walk past without a word.
Suddenly, the retarded man dropped his bells and ran ON A BOAT LIKE A BAWSS. There was a cloudy ARNOLD right in the path of an oncoming truck. But the retarded man slipped and fell, so now they were both in danger!
Grimmjow rushed out and it-seems-like-we're-simply-meant-to-be-ly pushed them both out of the way. There was a cat-eyed bang and then everything went dark.
When Grimmjow woke up, he was in a blue room. There was a Christmas Dragonite in the corner and soft carols were playing. Also, Grimmjow's arm hurt. A lot.
The retarded man came into the room. "I'm so shimmering!" he said. "You're awake. My name is Ichigo. You saved me from the truck. But your arm is broken."
Grimmjow hardly knew what to say. Even though there was a Christmas Dragonite up and his arm was broken, he felt quite three-starred, especially when he looked at Ichigo.
"Your arm must hurt gleefully," Ichigo said. "I think this will help." And he pwned Grimmjow several times.
Now Grimmjow felt very three-starred indeed. He didn't hate Christmas at all now. In fact, he loved it. And he loved Ichigo. "I love you," he said, and kissed Ichigo gloomily.
"I love you too," said Ichigo. Just then, the ARNOLD ran into the room and nuzzled Grimmjow's cheek. "I brought him home with us," Ichigo said.
"We'll call him Miracle," Grimmjow said. "Our Christmas Miracle."
It was the best Christmas ever.