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I thought it would be fun if you, as a writer, would indulge me by writing a few paragraphs--ANONYMOUSLY--in a comment and let me try to guess who you are. just be yourself as hard as you can be and write some fiction, be it fanfiction or original works. You can make it really long if you want. Like a quadrupled times 284 drabble ^__

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[anonymous]

It was around 5:00 in the afternoon, and the sun was setting brilliantly. (I got off early. Boss said something weird -that I needed it. What was that supposed to mean? -Was it showing? Could everyone see? I was glad it was Friday; I hoped the weekend would allow me to figure out some way of getting things under control.) Technically, it was time for me to cook dinner or go eat out somewhere, but I didn’t feel like eating. I hadn’t for a couple of days -not since I’d found out. And I know, I know… That’s not healthy and on and on, but I would have only thrown it up. Besides, it’s not like the stuff I ate was ever commended for its amazing health merits. I figured I’d survive. I was sure I’d be able to eat once I got hungry.

I think I was supposed to have gone out with friends that night at some point -“If I could make it,” but I didn’t feel much like partying. After briskly reading through the mail, I decided to take a shower. After such a long day -long week, in fact- it was just what I needed so I could fall asleep. I was so ready for bed…

In the shower, I don’t even remember what it was that I thought about, but I guess that was nice. I was so tired of thinking… I wished my mind would just shut up. I was in my nightgown, had just finished brushing out my hair, and was heading towards my bed when it happened. I didn’t even have to look to know who it was on the phone… I knew it was him.

I walked towards the phone and stared at it twice as it rang, but it was rude not to answer… And he would have known I was home, anyway. Before I could think about it anymore, I answered it. “Hello?”

“Hey.”

At the sound of his voice, goosebumps cascaded over the ones still present from the realization that it was him on the other end of the phone. I tried to sound natural, “Yeah, what’s up? I thought you were going out with-”

“Yeah, I am…I hope.”

Hope? What was ‘hope??’ I thought it was official -at least, that’s what I thought he’d said. Actually, I was sure that’s what he’d said. He told me Friday night at 7 -that everything had been ‘worked out.’

“Listen… I, uhm… I need your help.”

Most people’s hearts sink straight to their stomachs when they decide to take those panging trips, but I have no idea where mine went. I couldn’t feel my stomach, and I suddenly wished I couldn’t feel my heart, either. I choked on the word, “Help?” I cleared my throat and attempted to regain my composure. “What… What kind of help?”

“I’m sorry.” He sounded upset. A tinge of disappointment hung in his tone; I guess he thought I was mad at him; had I told him about the plans I could have had? I couldn’t remember… “I know this is awkward and really short notice, but…” And then, it was almost like I didn’t care what he needed. I couldn’t stand that he would be distraught in any way; whatever he needed, I didn’t care. If he even needed a human sacrifice, I was there. (He didn’t of course.) “Are you still free tonight?”

Well, that answered it. Nope, I hadn’t told him about my technical plans… “Yeah, I guess… What’s wrong?”

“Well, I…” He was really nervous for some reason.

I cut him off, “Don’t worry about the short notice or anything. It’s fine! What do you need, silly?” Why was I smiling?

He hesitated before he smiled; I could hear it in his voice. “Your company.”