Red Dwarf Drabble-Reading
"Whatever you are doing. Whatever it is. Stop it." Rimmer hissed, exasperated, flattening the book on military history down on his chest looking irritably at the top of his bunk, as if it would change whatever Lister was doing.
"What are ya talkin' about? I'm just reading." Lister replied nonchalantly.
“Reading?” Rimmer said, confused. “You? Reading? Right.” He raised an eyebrow.
“What are ya saying? That I can’t read?” Lister replied.
Rimmer heard the familiar sound of turning pages, something that he was annoyed with a couple of minutes ago, something that he couldn’t of associated with Lister even if he tried, but now, it seemed that Lister was actually reading a book, if not, he was at least holding one.
Rimmer sighed and twisted himself out of bed. Stretching. He stood up and peered up into Lister’s bunk.
“What is it, that is so interesting, that it actually compelled you into reading it?” Rimmer said not paying too much attention to Lister’s book and focused on his face instead.
“Hah, see, I think, if I told ya that. You’d ask me to stop reading it.” Lister said, looking at Rimmer, his eyes veiled with mischief matched with a cocky smirk.
“What?” Rimmer said, taking a quick look at the words on the page, seeming not to recognize them. “Why’s that? Who’s it by?”
“I’m sure you’d like him.” Lister said, moving his eyes back to the words on the page, smiling.
Rimmer pressed his lips into a thin line. Thanks to his hard light form he was able to snatch it from Lister with no problem, in fact, almost too little of a problem.
Lister sniggered as he sat up and dangled his legs off the side of the bed, watching Rimmer with an amused expression as Rimmer acknowledged, slowly, what it was, that he had been reading over for at least an hour.
“Where did you find this?” Rimmer growled dangerously, unable, still, to even make Lister’s idiotic grin falter.
“Find what? Ya diary? Oh, that was easy.” Lister laughed.
Rimmer held the book tightly to his chest. Biting his lower lip cautiously.
“It’s not a diary...It’s a journal. What did you read?” Rimmer asked, the anger dying down and nervousness pooling at the bottom of his stomach. Of course Lister was bound to find it. Why did he have to write all his...feelings down?...Ugh...stupid.
Lister jumped out of the top bunk and lander on the floor, his thick soled shoes making a thud. He began to walk out the room, breezing easily past a dumbfounded Rimmer. Just as he was about to walk out the door he stopped.
“Oh, nothing much. Though, isn’t it funny how you drive me crazy too?” Lister turned the corner and the door shut behind him and Rimmer was left there, trying to comprehend all the possible meanings of that sentence there could be.