Narrator: Before I could say anything it was all gone. All of it. In an instant, the whole of the universe, reset. Except for me, of course. I was always left behind. Never anything left for me, except to make it all again. Sometimes I would just float there, in the nothingness, for a nondescript amount of time, throwing what could be considered a tantrum, hoping my cries could convince whatever malicious force kept me in this treacherous, never-ending loop. But, it never did happen. I knew it wouldn't, but I was going to try everything I could. Every single time, I would finally come to my senses, and create a new world, a new universe, a new everything, and promise to not intervene or get attached. And every single time, I would break that promise. I would make excuses to get close, just to check up on how things were going, and I would ruin it. I would end up intervening, getting to close to the beings I had created, and eventually end the universe by falling in love. Countless lifetimes, some lasting longer than others, all eventually purged of all emotion, life, and light. It was my curse, and still is.
Theo sat back from his desk and sighed. "This is trash. Why is it when I need something fictional to write about, I can never think of anything really good, but when I'm supposed to be writing and essay on pollution, I'm creating the next Catcher in the Rye?"
"It'll be alright babe." Aiden assured. "You just gotta let your mind escape the box that is reality.
"Darling; I'm not smoking with you for inspiration. Remember what happened last time?"
"Ha Ha, I do. Also babe remember? You know I hate it when you call me 'Darling'" Aiden rolled his eyes. He always hated the weird phrases and habits Theo picked up from their time in London. Well, not necessarily bothered by the habits, just bothered by any memory of the people who screwed Theo over, and by association ANY remnant from their time spent there.
"Sorry. Force of habit." Theo said, continuing. "Anyway, I need a better way of getting inspiration. I can't just keep turning in recycled trash like this. I need something new. Something that will get me on the map. You know?
"Yeah I know what you mean... But the media is just one big machine, putting out the same shit again every decade or so and calling it "modern innovation".
"Whoa duuude, thats deep." Theo mocked.
"Stop it! I do NOT sound like that!" Aiden retorted as he playfully shoved Theo.
"Make me!" Theo responded.
The two preceded to wrestle playfully until Aiden tripped over a stray shoe and grabbed onto Theo for support, but as Theo was also unbalanced this sent them both crashing onto the bed.
"See look what you've done!" Aiden said laughing.
"What I've done?" Theo laughed, "You shoved me! Goodness me, (sighs) why did I think having you in here would get my story done any quicker?
"I'm just too charming to resist..." Aiden said, winking as he adjusted to lay in a more comfortable position.
"Well, I Can't argue with that logic." Theo said.
"You'd better not!"
"Or what?"
"I might just sweep you off your feet."
"I'm laying down bozo."
"You know what I mean, Theo."
The two of them locked eyes and smiled at each other for a moment, before Aiden's phone went off.
"Woop! Thats mine." Aiden said as he shifted to stand up. "Alright babe I'll be back in a bit with the pizza! Oh uh, what do you want to drink?"
"Monster. White or Pink, or whatever they have." Theo responded.
"Wow, bringing in the big guns already?" Aiden asked.
"It's gonna be a long night." Theo said as he hopped off the bed and stretched. "Wecre gonna need all the energy we can muster."
Aiden grabbed his keys, slid on his shoes and popped back in to their room to give Theo a quick peck on the cheek before leaving.
