Thursday, January 13, 2011

First Story of: Fickle, and Ish. -A Typical Fight.-

Let me paint you a dream. - Taylor.
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You don't hold me like I do.
...to you.
Babe, let go.
                It's not your turn,
                Ladies first, remember?
But you said---
Forget what I said.
But---
No! Forget it.
So what do we do?
You are the man, remember?
We have two choices...
Just pick one! We have to get out of here.
I'll go first, for you...darling.
No...silly. Ladies. First.
Then go...
No...not, yet.
And the reason for this, is...because?
I'm not ready.
Of course you aren't ready...
What do you mean by that?
I mean, you are phat.
WHAT!? How Dare You!
No...baby, listen, please, I beg you. Baby. You aren't, fat. You are phat. See the difference?
I'm leaving...
I thought you weren't ready yet?
Well I am, now.
Then...go.
I Will!
*Head down, "bowing" her, out the door.*( # )
Hmppt! *"Proudly struts out the door.*
* ( # ) *
*"Powerful" whip around, /point.*
...
Now you listen, here.
*Thoughts in head.* /Emote, Ish! I've Had It!*
Ish!! I Have Had IT!
*Thoughts in head,* Ouch that hurt a little more than I remembered, said Ish.
What did you just say?!
Uhh...*Thoughts in head,* It Slipped out a little there didn't it? Way to go genius, said Ish. Oh. Nothing dear...
What just, "slipped out?"
The thought...
What thought?
Well...all of them, I suppose. /in perfect "Jim Broadbent, in Harry Potter, as Slughorn."
You know, you make me feel lazy, Ish.
Well...if you weren't so god damn fickle, Fickle...Maybe, you could get something Actually done around here for once.
For once!?
I slipped out. *Awesome, "That's what she said jokes." Except that, if she is slipping out...the question is: Where sir, is she slipping out. Hmm? Well maybe, that is what makes it so great...that it makes you ask a question...it makes you think. None sense, we don't do that Sir,*
WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!
What?
*A noise that reminds you of a, pterodactyl,*
Hey! It's my turn...no butting in!
Fickle...right now. It is My turn. *Bitch,*
ISH! I'm going to fucking kill you.
Actually, Fickle: You will "attempt" to kill me, and then Right before you stab me in the back!, you stand on my Fucking Heart! Cunt! And, You went out of turn.
Don't call me a "cunt..."
Just did.
Well I certainly know that Ish! I'm talking about...don't say it, again.
MAYBE! If you would Just stop playing Mind-Games...And fucking ASK for once...instead of ASSUMING!, that I know what the Fuck you are talking about! I can't Fix it, if I don't Ever Know what it is, that I Need to FiX!
Well...for starters, that last "X" needs to be "tinkered" down to a "x".
Don't Belittle Me!
I didn't "belittle" you...
You just fucking did! And before. You said, " "tinkered" ",  instead of just...well hell, "Fix"! And then again, you belittled my "Belittle Me!" into just, " "belittle" "...
You think, Way too hard, babe. You are Killing me, Ish...we are in a mess, babe.
I ruddy well-know we are in a mess! And, no..."babe", you are killing me /in perfect Ham Porter: "You're killing me Smalls!", in the Sandlot.
Wha?
It's me and Nhi's...little inside joke.
The Whore from work!?
She isn't a whore, Fickle...babe, com'on. She isn't like that.
And see...here you are now, defending her. I bet you are doing a little more than, "having these little, "cute inside jokes" " that I've been hearing all-about.
Why do you do that?
What?
"All-about."
Why not!
Because.
Because...you know you can be Really irritating sometimes, Ish.
I know I can...but that is only because you can't keep up. But so can you, too...there babe.
What was that middle part again, "babe"?
See. Told you. You can't keep up...
I know exactly what you said! I just can't believe that you had the audacity to say it!
Don't talk to me about, audacity. And by the way...this is like the 4th time I've gotten you off topic with one sentence. But that is okay, Fickle...because I love you.
I know you do...and no, you haven't gotten me off topic "4" times.
*Ignoring the fact she didn't say, "I love you", back.*That is your favorite word isn't it?
What?
(^--Her second favorite word.) Nothing, babe.
Yeah well there is, Yours, too!
What?
(^---My third favorite word.) "Nothing."
Yeah, just stand on me again...Please, I want to know...what is my favorite "second" word? /in perfect Narrator: "Please let me have it... *Please*!", in Fight Club. Aka: Edward Norton. *By the way...probably the Best movie, ever. Literally...and I quote,  "First, you have to know, not fear, know that someday you are going to die. Until you know that, you are useless...it's only after we've lost everything...that we are free to do anything.",*
You are SO annoying.
Well...
Well...what?
My "third" favorite word...is?
You know That one silly. It's the "second" that you don't know.
*OMFG* /face gives him away.
Don't give me that look mister...and your "second" favorite word is, "babe."
Oh...don't call me "mister"...if anything, it is: Mister.
See...that time...you "belittled" yourself. And "babe?," why am I not your "First" favorite word? Hmmm? Why...,lord, why? Is "nothing", your favorite word. "Nothing" is better than me huh?!!
Babe...
Damn right, "Babe"!
Listen(4th)...babe. I love you...I would never put, "nothing" in front of you, "babe". Plus...just because I ~might~ say something more often than another...doesn't mean that I particularly like that word...better.
Well...apparently, nothing-about "babe" is any bit better...than "nothing".
You are doing it again...
WHAT!?
The whole..." - " thing. You know...
No...if I did, I wouldn't Have to Ask, would I!?
The Only things you "ask" about is: Frivolous things...you Never "ask" about, what the Fuck you want done. Instead...you play mind-word-games! And only, Expect!
You Do it too! The whole, " - " thing...
I only reason I did It, was to show What you do first! That it is so annoying, baby. Honestly. Just don't do, " - ", anymore. It just isn't...a good thing. Especially to me. Just, say it...just ask it. Baby, I have No problem in doing the things you might would like done...I just have to Know, what they are. You have to ask me...you have to tell me.
I shouldn't have to...
/rawr/
I'm just saying...
I know you are...but you are missing the point, completely. I still love you...
I know you do...
There, that. Again.
Well...
...Well...
I like you.
And I like you too. Very much so. But...
But what?
/face-palm.
You did it again.
Never mind, babe.
 I like you...
I know you do. *Thought's in head: "Yeah, it doesn't feel so good, does it?".* --- *Thought's in head: "Yeah! No, slippage!",*...Fuck.
What?, "slippage"?
Nothing, babe.
That is what I thought. Hey!!! You said "Nothing" again! You can't do that!
I said "babe" too...doesn't that count for something?
Why would it!? "Nothing", still beats "babe"...a lot!
I'm trying, baby...I really am.
Well it's not enough!
Yeah...I thought you'd say that. Go look and stand on the mirror some more babe...You are fucking beautiful, and you don't see it. I'd rather you...stand on me, and put me down...any day; than for You to Ever feel, that you aren't beautiful. Because you are.
You are just saying that...
I'm saying it, AND I mean it. But you don't get that part...all you see, when you look at me, is a mirror; you are starring into your own eyes. You don't believe that you are the beautiful girl you are; when I look into Your eyes...and you run from me...to a mirror. You don't believe me, and that is what kills me the most. You are phat...you are missing the point. You have a tendency to stretch things out...make them more complicated than it Really is. You only focus on the bad, and believe that it clearly must define the rest. You hear something...and just go off that. You never see the big picture. You think...just because I said, "big picture"...that I meant that You...were "big". Babe. I would never. You are beautiful...you just get caught up in the fine print that defines you. You make the fine, a big deal...make it, well...not so fine. The fine line, is not the point. The point is...you miss the point, a lot. You just do. You hear the first thing...and run off. Like the rabbit you are.
And you!, the turtle...always "hiding", pathetically in your shell. Your, "blanket"!, as you call it.
Fuck you. Leave Unique alone.
Unique, sounds like another one of your whores...more like, Weird. At least it sounds more, manly. Right? Isn't that the point?...to be more, "MANLY"?
You wouldn't know manly...if it hit you in the face with a side of: a Cupcake and a DIET COKE!
/emote, He literally shivers...from her Death-stare.
Baby...I'm So fucking sorry. I didn't mean it.
You did TOO mean it! AND!!!!!!!!!!!  You Did IT! again! The whole, " - " thing.
SOMETIMES, it I.S. useful, and comes in-use. I love you...babe. I do. Please, don't kill me. You wouldn't want to kill me...trust me.
Why not?
Well...actually...not that you could. I can clam up faster... than you, on a cold night...when all I want is a BLOW-JOB! ... Plus, You couldn't get in my shell, even if you wanted. You are simply, a rabbit.
TURTLE!
Damn, right. *Bitch.*
WIPE THAT DAMN SMIRK OFF OF YOUR FACE ISHHHH!!!!
Sorry(which is actually...the word he says a lot. Or so I think, and that is the problem isn't it? That I Think....WAY too Much. The problem: I thinks: much.), babe. It won't happen again. *Yes it will*
STOP SMILING!!!
Can't I be happy?
What the Fuck does happy have to do with SMILING every 5 seconds. You are SO freaking moody.
First, :think about what you said, first. How does "smiling", relate to happiness? Really, babe? Really? Blonde, much? Yeah. Actually...second thought: Why Do we smile when we are this...so called, "happy"? Why couldn't we "/frown" instead? Why not? Third thought: I much rather smile, than /frown. It is just too much work. "/frowning" is just too much work. All that..." / " 'ing. Too much, for this turtle. I make those, " / " bounce off my blanket. ting! Ting! ping! wing! ...Weiner. Lawl. Lawl @ Weiners. Hahahaha. I actually, " l-o-l "'d, writing that. Looks like the enemy fliers in Star Wars. -->  " l-o-l ". Get it? I hope so. And that's the way...lol was born. Because, it is an enemy space ship. It's just...funny. /shrugs.
You are Such a kid.
Fuck you.
You wish...
Fuck you.
Must I repeat?
What?
What?
/lawls, so easy.
Stop playing games!
You are the one playing the " - " games with me! Let me play with my, " / " games. They are fun to me.
Well maybe, my " - " games are fun to me!
If they are...you are one, sick...*pause* god, I like you. *(Cheerleader = *pause*. " * " are the pom-poms on either side. " pause "...is a little girl out there, hands out. P for pink...girl. Anyway. )*
Uh huh, that's what I thought!
And I don't even get a, "I like you." back that time...Jesus.
Christ...?
                ^ What?^
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                                      What were we talking about?
"Nothing."
ISH!
What? Jesus woman...I was just Telling you that we were talking about, and WE WERE talking about, Literally, "Nothing."
Don't get smart with me!
Well...don't be so.../args.
Dumb?!!?!?
Hey...I didn't say that.
But YOU THOUGHT IT!
OKAY! I "thought" it. But I didn't SAY it, and that is the DIFFERNECE. That is the POINT " . ", you have been missing.
/screams...starts into tears.
*Thoughts in head: "Fuck." "We fucked up." "Yup." --- "FUCK"!  /guilt. <---fucked up guilt right there, eh? She is the one with the whole problem of the " . ", and Every guy gets to feel guilt. Awesome. Where. Do. I. Sign.up? /sarcasm. /Let's go make this better guys, Com'on!, we have a lot of work to do, Boys!",*
WHAT!? Stop Yelling at me!
I'm not "Yelling" at you. I was yelling at myself. Baby. Please. I am so sorry.
Yes you are...You "Yelled" at me. You kept, "Telling" me. And it was just too much.
Baby...?
What?
Telling you..."telling" you. Is not, "...yelling..." at you.
What was the, " ... ", for?
/face-palm.
You are impossible, and so hypocritical.
/face-palm.
Stop doing that...
Babe...I'm going to bed, this is getting ridiculous. /walks away.
Hey! Wait...
what?
Don't, "what", me.
What?
Don't get an Attitude with me!
Baby...what am I waiting for?
I don't know...aren't you the man and have "a-l-l" the answers?
/walks away.
Baby! Wait for me.
I thought you were going first. Ladies first, right?
Right.
Well...go.
I WILL!
*Bitch,*
BABY!
What?
Nothing...
See...? It comes in handy, right? I'm just saying...
Hey that is my saying!
What?
"I'm just saying."
Hey...I'm just trying it out. Can I not try it out?
No.
Why not?
Because what is yours is mine, and what is mine is mine.
I'm going to bed.
Me too.
I love you.
I like you...*/walks up the stairs first.*
*/follows suit, with a sad, sad, face. Maybe...maybe. Maybe, tomorrow. Tomorrow. Yeah...that'd be nice. Maybe it is all worth it.../all smiles.*











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