grapefruit #1 + cherry
grapefruit 1. sure thing + cherry
story: second chances ; post high-school. wordcount: 721. rating: pg13.
He's been clicking through Wikipedia pages and promising himself each one will be the last. MIKE'S AWESOME THURSDAY NIGHT.
notes: I'm...very out of practice at writing. But I started this last month and figured I might ease into things by finishing it. The cherry's because it's basically an IM conversation in partial prose. Also I'm going to try to get back to reading on RaTs too, promise.
It's Thursday night. Which, Mike rationalizes, is not Friday so he isn't obligated to feel like crap for sitting in his room with his computer when he could be out doing something else.
He thinks he meant to do something else, but he isn't sure what exactly. He's been clicking through Wikipedia pages and promising himself each one will be the last, that he'll just close the laptop and do something useful. But what would that be?
He's made his way from the history of Kentucky Fried Chicken to John Wayne Gacy to the index of serial killers when a message pops up in iChat. It's Darcy. "Whatcha up to?" she's asking. He forgot he was even logged in. He clicks over to the message and types,"right now?"
He types, "reading the wikipedia page on Jeffery Dahmer" and hits send.
yourjoeyramone: um why
squarewheel86: just something to do.
squarewheel86: apparently he thought human flesh tasted like beef.
'WTF?' she types back, which Mike supposes is a normal response. He'd just found himself thinking, So he ate some guy's bicep. Interesting. He's been staring at these articles for too long. Exhaling loudly, he pushes his hair up off his forehead. He decides to minimize the browser window. 'So what's new with you?' he types.
yourjoeyramone: i have to write a paper :( in the computer lab rn
yourjoeyramone: needs like three more pages
squarewheel86: should you not be talking to me?
yourjoeyramone: it's okay! i'm gonna log off in a few anyway
yourjoeyramone: first tell me something exciting about your day!!
He types "hmm" to stall, hits enter. He drums his fingers lightly on the keyboard. "I got nothing," is what he finally sends. Darcy sends back the emoticon with its tongue sticking out. So he tells her about how Lonnie came by the diner and tried to get him to go to this party tonight with a bunch of people he didn't know.
Mike can imagine the look on her face when she says, "and instead of going you decided to come home and read about serial killers." "Basically," he writes back. He writes, "don't even know if I should be hanging out with Lonnie" then stares at it for a second without pressing send. He almost deletes "hanging out," but then chickens out and sends it as is.
"Maybe I shouldn't be," he writes next, sends. Then that sounds too declarative so he adds "I don't know." He rocks back in his chair, staring at what he just typed. Poorly thought-out words just sitting there in the chat window.
yourjoeyramone: i dunno either man
yourjoeyramone: try thinking it over with your upstairs brain??
squarewheel86: HA.
yourjoeyramone: seriously though
He leans his chin in his hand for a moment, waiting for her to say something else. She doesn't. He looks down at the keyboard and slowly brings his hands back over the keys.
squarewheel86: it's not even that really.
squarewheel86: it's more that… I kinda know where I stand with Lonnie. and I know he's not going to leave.
squarewheel86: there's not anyone else here I can count on even that much.
It's the best he can do without using the word 'lonely.'
Darcy sends back "awww :(" which he supposes he should have expected. She says, "i wish i were there to hang out with you!", which he did expect. Then she says "but you know…that's probably not a good reason to be a relationship."
squarewheel86: "relationship"
yourjoeyramone: right, but still
He stares at the screen until Darcy says, "you there?"
He types back, "yeah, I just don't know what to say to that." There's another lull.
yourjoeyramone: ok i feel really bad, but it's almost midnight here and i have to get this paper done! :(
squarewheel86: that's okay, don't worry about it.
yourjoeyramone: can we talk tomorrow? can i call you?
squarewheel86: sure thing.
squarewheel86: good luck with your paper!
yourjoeyramone: thanks, i'll need it!!! ttfn!
yourjoeyramone has signed off
With a sigh, Mike props his chin on his fist. It's past midnight for Darcy, but he still has a few hours to look forward to before he'll be able to sleep. Behind iChat, Wikipedia is still open. He opens the window again.
There are just so many serial killers to read about.
This may have been a failed experiment in prose-i-fying an IM conversation, but hey, it's a cherry!
also this is may be partially based on what my own best friend does on Wikipedia all the time JUST SAYING
story: second chances ; post high-school. wordcount: 721. rating: pg13.
He's been clicking through Wikipedia pages and promising himself each one will be the last. MIKE'S AWESOME THURSDAY NIGHT.
notes: I'm...very out of practice at writing. But I started this last month and figured I might ease into things by finishing it. The cherry's because it's basically an IM conversation in partial prose. Also I'm going to try to get back to reading on RaTs too, promise.
It's Thursday night. Which, Mike rationalizes, is not Friday so he isn't obligated to feel like crap for sitting in his room with his computer when he could be out doing something else.
He thinks he meant to do something else, but he isn't sure what exactly. He's been clicking through Wikipedia pages and promising himself each one will be the last, that he'll just close the laptop and do something useful. But what would that be?
He's made his way from the history of Kentucky Fried Chicken to John Wayne Gacy to the index of serial killers when a message pops up in iChat. It's Darcy. "Whatcha up to?" she's asking. He forgot he was even logged in. He clicks over to the message and types,"right now?"
He types, "reading the wikipedia page on Jeffery Dahmer" and hits send.
yourjoeyramone: um why
squarewheel86: just something to do.
squarewheel86: apparently he thought human flesh tasted like beef.
'WTF?' she types back, which Mike supposes is a normal response. He'd just found himself thinking, So he ate some guy's bicep. Interesting. He's been staring at these articles for too long. Exhaling loudly, he pushes his hair up off his forehead. He decides to minimize the browser window. 'So what's new with you?' he types.
yourjoeyramone: i have to write a paper :( in the computer lab rn
yourjoeyramone: needs like three more pages
squarewheel86: should you not be talking to me?
yourjoeyramone: it's okay! i'm gonna log off in a few anyway
yourjoeyramone: first tell me something exciting about your day!!
He types "hmm" to stall, hits enter. He drums his fingers lightly on the keyboard. "I got nothing," is what he finally sends. Darcy sends back the emoticon with its tongue sticking out. So he tells her about how Lonnie came by the diner and tried to get him to go to this party tonight with a bunch of people he didn't know.
Mike can imagine the look on her face when she says, "and instead of going you decided to come home and read about serial killers." "Basically," he writes back. He writes, "don't even know if I should be hanging out with Lonnie" then stares at it for a second without pressing send. He almost deletes "hanging out," but then chickens out and sends it as is.
"Maybe I shouldn't be," he writes next, sends. Then that sounds too declarative so he adds "I don't know." He rocks back in his chair, staring at what he just typed. Poorly thought-out words just sitting there in the chat window.
yourjoeyramone: i dunno either man
yourjoeyramone: try thinking it over with your upstairs brain??
squarewheel86: HA.
yourjoeyramone: seriously though
He leans his chin in his hand for a moment, waiting for her to say something else. She doesn't. He looks down at the keyboard and slowly brings his hands back over the keys.
squarewheel86: it's not even that really.
squarewheel86: it's more that… I kinda know where I stand with Lonnie. and I know he's not going to leave.
squarewheel86: there's not anyone else here I can count on even that much.
It's the best he can do without using the word 'lonely.'
Darcy sends back "awww :(" which he supposes he should have expected. She says, "i wish i were there to hang out with you!", which he did expect. Then she says "but you know…that's probably not a good reason to be a relationship."
squarewheel86: "relationship"
yourjoeyramone: right, but still
He stares at the screen until Darcy says, "you there?"
He types back, "yeah, I just don't know what to say to that." There's another lull.
yourjoeyramone: ok i feel really bad, but it's almost midnight here and i have to get this paper done! :(
squarewheel86: that's okay, don't worry about it.
yourjoeyramone: can we talk tomorrow? can i call you?
squarewheel86: sure thing.
squarewheel86: good luck with your paper!
yourjoeyramone: thanks, i'll need it!!! ttfn!
yourjoeyramone has signed off
With a sigh, Mike props his chin on his fist. It's past midnight for Darcy, but he still has a few hours to look forward to before he'll be able to sleep. Behind iChat, Wikipedia is still open. He opens the window again.
There are just so many serial killers to read about.
This may have been a failed experiment in prose-i-fying an IM conversation, but hey, it's a cherry!
also this is may be partially based on what my own best friend does on Wikipedia all the time JUST SAYING