**Pink Sheep's P.O.V.**

Wow, what a nice day to go around the community and take a break from games. Today, no Roblox, no MCOrigins, no Minecraft Maker, none of that. For now. Although I've been planning to go to the club with my homies tonight!

Hmmm, since I'm taking a free day, why don't I go and pay Crystal Sheep a visit? I've been thinking about her for weeks now. I hope she'll be attracted to my handsome mustache and pink wool, along with many other things. We can lead the Prankster Gangster Nation as the queen and king! Oh, the amazing and prankster gangster things we could do together!

A familiar voice rings out. "OH GOLLY WHERE ARE MY TOASTERS?!" Oh, it's Purple Shep, my ugly son. He loves his toasters more than anything.

"Failboat took them, now leave me alone," I replied, in a bored tone. With that Purple Shep rushes to Failboat's house.

I remember where Crystal Sheep lives - outside this neighborhood. I'm a bit embarrassed that I live so close to the mouse ExplodingTNT because he smells like cheese. On the plus side, my pink house is so beautiful, and a great place to hang out with the homies. I was just thinking: if Crystal Sheep moves here when we get married, we'll make parts of the house light blue and like crystals. That'll make our house even more amazing!

At this point I'm out of the neighborhood, and Crystal Sheep's place is in view. Hope this goes well for us and the homies...

**Crystal Sheep's P.O.V.**

My new house is wonderful! It's got light blue (like my wool), actual crystals (as my name suggests, plus they're beautiful), and stylish designs overall. Today I might visit ExplodingTNT, my friend, in that neighborhood a few minutes away.

Hold it, I recognize someone coming from that same neighborhood! That must be Pink Sheep, the handsome but rude guy who rejected me for a Dorito chip, then ate it. However, he did realize his mistake, even telling his fans about it in a video and releasing a song called "Be Mine." I listened to "Be Mine", and it's sweet and all, except I'm not so sure whether I'll give Pink Sheep a second chance.

He knocks on my front door, and I open it. Indeed it is Pink Sheep. I'm still going to be nice to him, despite my doubts about him, because I'm sensing how much he wants to be with me.

"Hi, Pink Sheep," I greet him pleasantly, "What brings you here?"