"Hey, Chris", Joey yelled across the room.

"What?".

"Can you feed my fish? I still gotta get ready".

"No!".

"Please, man. I am soo late. JC is gonna seriously be pissed".

"Fine! But you owe me one big time".

"They're just fish".

"They're tropical fish, Joe. You know about my fear".

"Yeah, whatever. Come on. Just hurry up".

Chris reluctantly walked over to the fish tank. He saw the bottom dweller in the corner of the tank. It was a huge fish. It was like the size of Chris' hand. This scared him immensly. Chris swore to God that that fish was evil. It was just waiting for it's opportunity to strike at Chris.


He picked up the container of fish food and sprinkled in a few flakes. Then he picked up the shrimp pellets. He shook in about six.

A little catfish swam up to the top to get some flakes. Chris winced. He reached for the last item in the fishies three course meal. The freeze dried worms.

Chris opened the lid. He held his breathe. The smell of fish food never appealled to him. He quickly shook out a cube. Chris closed his eyes and sighed with relief.

When he was about to close the countainer an awful thing happened. Chris dropped the lid in the tank. The only way to get it out was to grab it. Chris rolled up the sleave on his shirt and placed his arm into the tank.

He found the lid and began pulling his arm out. Suddenly he felt something slimy touch his skin. He opened his eyes for the first time since he had searched for the lid. The bottom dweller. It somehow latched onto Chris' arm.

"Ahhhh!!!!!", Chris screamed loudly. Lance heard the noise and ran into the room. He saw what was going on and immediately burst into laughter. Chris kept on screaming.

Justin rushed into the room and took in the sight. He too began laughing. Joey came in and did the same thing.

Finally JC came in. "What the hell is going on in here?", he asked angrily.

"Chris...Chris...", Justin stuttered, He couldn't find the words. JC looked over at Chris. He saw the bottom dweller. He wanted to laugh like the others, but concealed it. Chris stopped screaming.

"Somebody, please help me", Chris pleaded. He looked like he was about to cry. He was obviously terrified. JC came over to him. He reached into the drawer where fish stuff was kept. He pulled out the little fish net.

At first JC hit the fish with the net. It wouldn't budge. Then he pushed on the fish with the net. It still wouldn't move. JC rolled up his sleave and plunged his arm in the water. He grabbed the fish and pulled it off Chris' arm. It took him a minute to do it, though. The fish had a death grip on Chris.

When JC got the fish off of Chris, Chris pulled his arm out of the water. He ran into the bathroom and washed his arm.

When Chris came out JC asked to see his arm. Chris showed it to him. The fish had given Chris an arm hickey. 

Justin smiled wickedly. "Chris, the fish just wanted to be your Valentine". Everyones eyes fell on the calander that hung on the wall. It was indeed Valentine's Day.


THE END
(I know this story was wierd. It was also very short. I was feeding my fish and the idea came to me. I don't know if anyone will find it funny. It's probably only funny to me with my strange sense of humor. Oh well, I hope you liked it anyway.)