Hello readers. Get ready to meet my male muse, Tybalt. I hope you like! Please tell me about what you think of the twit taht does nothing but laze and flirt around. Ok, i know this may get a little confusing but the italicized words are text messages, k? If not, just go with it.

I hated this feeling. The need to write but the words unable to flow from my fingertips onto a keyboard or through a pen onto a piece of paper. Music drumming through my ears, I tapped impatiently on the keyboard waiting for my muse to help but all I heard was a defying giggle. Turning in my chair on the patio of my backyard, I glared over at him. Yes him. Ordinarily, muses are female but instead I was 'gifted', and I use this word sarcastically, with a male, flirtatious twit.

'Tybalt!' I shouted at him, tearing his attention away from the two female…. Spirits? I had no idea. I just knew I wanted to write and Tybalt was severely lacking in inspiring me. He glanced up from his deep green eyes, the ones I adored, and through his tussled blonde hair. A blonde is what I was gifted with. When I met Tybalt, I rolled my eyes.

'What your majesty?' He snapped, sarcasm dripping from his every word.

'You are suppose to be working!' I growled back at him, crossing my arms. He copied this gesture, staring defiantly at me. I tried taking him seriously but the one thing about my muse was, he either wore a superhero suit, batman, or a pink tutu with green leggings. Something my best friend and I came up with. Today was the tutu and he looked like a pouty child.

'I WAS in the middle of something.' Gesturing to the two leaving ladies, his eyes lingering after them.

'Well they are gone now.' He glared and I smiled in triumph but he just turned his back and went to sulk in a corner.

'Why couldn't I be given a female WORKING muse?' I mumbled above to the sky.

'Because you are too much of a troublemaker brat.' He snarled.

'Boy someone is in a feisty mood today.' I grumbled, turning around to look down at the blank screen in front of me. My own hair, a deep red, falling out of my quickly made bun into my soft blue green eyes. Red hair, not orange. Remember that. Just as I was about to shout at the mumbling idiot behind me, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket.

DUM DUM DUM DUUMMM KIKI-CHAN HAS RETURNED. My best friend. Adri. Adrianna Mitchells. The one person who knew my pain in dealing with a 'masculine god'. The words from our precious muses. Her's? Audric. I admit, I like him better at times because he actually does work once in a blue moon. Mine? NEVER.

Oh no run for the hills, I responded, letting a small laugh escape from my pouty lips. Tybalt seemed to be interested in this laugh and drifted over to my shoulder.

I will find u silly girl, She responded, and I could just imagine the wide smile on her face and the little shake of her head at my antics.

Haha but can you get past my gargoyles? I grinned. I loved gargoyles, and it helped that I had been watching the series earlier. How can a creature be more gorgeous in my eyes then a human being?

With my army of bears I shall win Adri challenged. I could hear her confident tone as I read through the text.

Not if my harpies get them 'Beat that.' I muttered, causing to Tybalt to roll his eyes.

Ur harpies will b thwarted by my succubus Adri charged. I laughed as she brought up her vast dictionary like mind. Thought it wasn't really, I liked to think of her as brilliant.

Ah. Not with my ghosts running around

My girl alice from resident evil will beat them I could just hear her shouting, "BEAT THAT!" at me and pumping the air with false victory.

Ha! Well with my blade man you can't touch me!

Sorry hun but alice can kick blades butt

That's what you think I texted back, glaring slightly.

I don't think. I know

Well with Akasha by his side you shall not win I grinned victoriously. No one can beat the queen of the damned. Heck, she was queen of vampires… Or at least that's what Anne Rice wrote.

With alices billions of clones and telekinetic powers u shall fail

Haha! Akasha is the queen of the damned darling. She has vamps everywhere- I replied, playing sweet trying to break it to her sweetly.

Ah but alice cant be killed the normal way if vamps suck her blood they get a virus and die

Too bad these are special vamps.

Really wats so special about them?

They have my cure.

? She responded. Ya I didn't know what it had to do with anything but it sounded good.

Haha. Yup

Ah. But mine are genetically superior with tricks up their billions of sleeves

Ah but with the power of seeing into the future gives them ultimate power I grinned but stopped when I heard Tybalt muttering behind me. 'Will this ever end?'

'No thank you twit.' In turn I received a glare back. Causing me to grin once more.

Not if the outcome is that I win She always has the ability to challenge me… I can't seem to ever win. I thought quietly to myself, making sure Tybalt couldn't hear me.

Ah but the outcome is that I win

No I really think that I'm the one that wins

Well I know that I shall win

Yea well I think the tides have changed

Yea because my lochness monster is after you Blame the Irish in me for bringing the monster up. But it's a great legend and maybe it may not be true but I like to think it is.

Not if my water horse gets to you first

But I happen to be on my flying horses

Who said I was with the waterhorse

No one but you

Nu uh. U don’t' kno where I am

Ah. Tis true

Or course tis true!

For once

I think this is the strangest argument we've had She responded moments later. I then stopped my grinning and broke out into full force laughter. I had tears forming in my eyes and I was actually clutching my side. When I finally regained my composure, due to the harsh words of my so called muse, I responded back, I would agree but I'm guessing it won't be our last.

'Thank god.' Tybalt mumbled from his little corner. With a blink of my eye, I turned around and threw a pillow at him. Of course, him being my little spirit, it went right through him. He grinned triumphantly at me.

'I really hate you sometimes.' I muttered to him, letting my anger radiate off me in waves. I think he felt it because I heard him wince, a slight intake of breath.

'Well I'm all you have.'

'Oh lucky me.'

'Precisely.'

' I was being sarcastic, genius.' I rolled my eyes, slightly tapping away at the keyboard in front of me, replying to a reader's response to my latest chapter of one of my stories.

'You finally admit it.'

'Oh, I give up.' I finished the message to the reader before pulling out my journal. My life practically. Most of my ideas were written within the pages of the green pleather bound journal. Notes were stuffed in it's pages and quotes and ideas written in context. My world.

Suddenly an idea hit me. 'Why didn't I think of this before?' I whispered to myself.

'Think of what?' Tybalt asked, his voice driveling with boredom but I knew I caught his attention. I grinned, letting happiness swell from within me. My thoughts moving fast as I pulled out my phone and started texting her, all the while telling Tybalt,

'I'm going to switch Audric for you for a bit so I can get some writing done.'

His face was spectacular. A drop of the chin, making it seem like it was hitting the floor, and the widest eyes I had ever seen. His eyes shining with menacing venom.

'Adri will whip you into shape. Just think of it is as,' I paused for a moment, searching for the right word. But the only thing I could think of was, 'Think of it as a boot camp.'

'Boy that just makes it all worth my while.' He growled out, sarcasm dripping from every word.

'Anytime.' And grinning, my plan moved forth.

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