Conversations With My Subconscious -- #5"See, Fred, this is what happens when you procrastinate," I said, unable to help a smug smile as I watched my subconscious pace the kitchen. He was munching obsessively on a candy bar.Conversations With My Subconscious -- #5 by ~aximilifaolan
"Shut it," He mumbled around a mouthful of chocolate.
"I did warn you several weeks ago, you know," I reminded him. "But you never listen to me. Now you get to stress about it. I hope you're happy."
"I said to shut it," Fred grouched. "I've had a lot to think about lately, okay?" he ran a hand through his hair absently. "The Roleplay only just ended, and we've both been busy with the new additions."
I glanced over my shoulder at Cody, who was half asleep on the couch. The newest addition to the family, the Mimick has been brought into existence only earlier that day. He was a little surprise on our part, since we hadn't been planning on creating any new characters, but there he was, nonetheless.
And then there was Jason. Jason had been adopted into our ranks a couple of days ago, since Abbey and Sam
Conversations with my Subconsious -- #4 Fred tilted his head, gazing at the football field with a mixture of interest and total confusion. "I'm so lost," he admitted shamelessly.Conversations with my Subconsious -- #4 by ~aximilifaolan
"I am too," I said, sighing. "And the game has only just begun..."
"How long does the average high school football game last, exactly?"
"I don't know. If I know anything about football in general, a long time."
Fred shivered in the cold night air. "How on earth did you manage to drag me out here?" he asked. A valid question.
"Well, I certainly wasn't going to come out here by myself," I replied. "And anyway, we both need to get out more."
"Hey," Fred said, perking up. "Check out the cheerleaders."
I followed his gaze.
The cheerleaders were dressed in black with long sleeves and rather short skirts. The skirts sparkled like a million tiny camera flashes. They waved flashy pink pom-poms, and pinned their long hair up with a pink ribbon. I felt a small pang of disgust. I disliked cheerleaders. I was
Conversations With My Subconscious -- #3 I paced the room anxiously, muttering under my breath as Fred slept his cares away on his tattered old couch. He was snoring loudly. I glanced at him briefly, wondering if I should wake him up. I doubted he'd be a whole lot of help with the current problem-- he couldn't care less it seemed. But I needed help, and as usual, he was the only one available.Conversations With My Subconscious -- #3 by ~aximilifaolan
I stopped pacing and shook his shoulder. "Fred, wake up."
"Mmm... wadda you wan...?" he slurred. His eyes were still closed, and I could tell he wasn't really listening.
"Do you need some caffeine?" I asked with a sigh.
"Mountain Dew?" He asked, perking up a little.
"If it'll get you off your rear end," I muttered, rolling my eyes. I went to grab the requested soda from the minifridge in the corner. I popped the tab and handed the icy can to him. He sat up and took a sip, then blinked up at me.
"Okay, what's up?"
"NaNoWriMo again. Anything?"
"I got nothing. I mean, I guess we could r