This is just a random moment in a random afternoon, some of these are excerpts from my actual conversations.

The light erased the refrigerator’s glow; revealing me with cake in one hand, whipped cream in the other. Drew was casually leaning against the door frame with a suspicious look on his face.

“Skylar… You’ve already had 2 hotpockets, 3 slices of pizza, 2 cokes, and one ham sandwich; ARE YOU EVER NOT HUNGRY?!”

I shook my head, my mouth filled with whipped cream to the rim.

“What’s in your mouth…?”

I stared at him with a little grin and shook my head.

“OPEN YOUR MOUTH!”

I once again gave another shake.

“Yes.”

I gave another smug grin and opened my mouth, sticking out my tongue, and revealing a foamy outlet. “You’re disgusting,” he snickered as he snatched my cake and took a bite. “HEY! I was eating that,” I hissed.

“Not anymore.”

“Why don’t you go back to playing halo (Xbox 360 game for those that don’t know) and let me eat in peace!”

“If I did that, you would get fatter.”

“What’s this ‘fatter’ nonsense?”

“It’s not nonsense, fatty.”

“I’m not fat! I’m 5’2 with 113 lbs; plus I have curves THANK YOU VERY MUCH!”

“Ok tiny, don’t go repeating your sizes every hour; girls make such a big deal out of being called ‘fat’.”

“Oh, screw you Drew!”

“COOL.”

“You did NOT make that literal.”

“Perhaps.”

“UURGH!”

I ran down the hall and slammed the door, hoping that the noise would reach the kitchen. I wasn’t really mad, he knew it; things were always like this, it was like a twisted brother sister thing, I guess… No-name-cat number one (let’s call him Uno) was on the small bed that I shoved into the room when I moved in. Quick flash back; not too long ago, I got sick of my family and suckish life and had an “open door” at Drew’s house; his dad not normally around, we became the most retarded and rebellious roommates alive. I confiscated his “man cave” adding a bed, taking down his girly posters, and shoving all his junk away; I created the perfect living space that was “Drew-free”.

Anyway, Uno was purring happily in my unmade bed so I decided that petting him would transfer the happy glow to me. I sat on the bed and stroked the bubbly cat’s head and back, but accidently patted his stomach (as some might know, this is a bad move with felines) causing him to hiss and bite my hand. “Stupid cat,” I growled as I pushed the hissing thing with my pillow.

I walked out of my room, holding my hand like it was cursed. I wandered back into the kitchen, where Drew still dwelled (the little monster).

“Is it impossible for you to stay in your room?”

“Is it impossible for you to not be a perv?”

“True, why are you in here anyway…?”

I lifted up my hand that had two scarlet drops and an agitated surface.

“Christ, you tried killing the cat!”

“Shut up and tell me where the band-aids are.”

“You shut up.”

“Shut your mouth!”

“Nope, shut yours!”

“I’m not doing this; tell me where I can get a band-aid before I bleed to death.”

“Will I get a hug?”

“No.”

“But I just broke up with my girlfriend, gimme some love!”

“You don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

“No.”

“You know you wanna.”

“I know you’re going to die if I don’t get my band-aid.”

He wore a feign look of shock, shifting back a few paces in his chair. He then accused,”Demon! Your useless bandages are in the bathroom cabinet.”

I rushed to the bathroom and scooped out a normal sized band-aid (‘cause we all know they have those giant, gay squares and tiny circles) and placed it over my agitated hand. Band-aids make everything better! I walked back into the kitchen to find it abandoned, but heard the echo of Drew’s swears down the hall. Now was my chance to fulfill my hunger! I quickly fixed myself a bowl of chocolate ice cream and walked down the hall, following the sound of Metallica and Drew.

I appeared at the door of his room, messy and covered in discarded Mellow Yellow cans. Drew was in front of a TV shouting at the inanimate object pitifully. I walked into his room; I plopped onto the bed, making the old springs protest, and silently observed Drew in his nerdy state. He didn’t notice me, not at all; I called his name, made funny faces, and even made pervy comments… But nothing; until I shouted out ‘YAOI’! That sure got his attention. (Yaoi is guyxguy stuff that a lot of girls tend to enjoy)

He snapped off his nifty head-set and screamed, “DON’T BRING UP THAT (swear word of your choice?)! I DON’T WANNA HEAR IT!”

“Then maybe I should talk about Alex Evans?” (Amazingly hot Canadian model)

“NO! He’s a fricken queer!”

“Not nice Drew! Why must you always dis your competition? Like how you killed Simon and Jeremy!” (Ha Ha, inside joke)

“Competition for what?!”
“My heart .”

“Why would I want that? You’re evil; you kill people!”

“That hurts kitty (pet name for Drew), that really hurts.”

“You’re so manipulative.”

“Fine, be that way; NO HUGS FOR YOU!”

I ran out of the room leaving him in a confused frenzy. This is the end for today; I’m slowly losing interest in telling this story… Was there a plot? No. But I felt like sharing my conversations with the world! This might be the part where I confess my corny love to Drew, but I don’t even know that myself! For now we will just annoy each other!