Journaling Schizophrenic

Entry twenty two: The Way We Talk

I think this chapter is both informative and fun - hopefully you agree. Enjoy!

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Entry twenty two:

The Way We Talk. Gavin came over today, just to hang out. There was no one else in the house so we decided to bake some cookies. We used my Gran’s “Famous tie-dye brownie” recipe and made some light bulb and lightning bolt shaped brownies (Using light bulb and lightning bolt shaped moulds).

As they baked we built a giant fort in the living room using the giant blanket and all the pillows we could find around the house. I’m sure no one will mind a few missing pillows after they realise the level of awesome of our fort. I mean it even has turrets and a pillow drawbridge.

The brownies smelled really good while we worked and I couldn’t wait to dig in. As we worked  we talked about random things like books, publishing and MLIA. I’m glad he’s not an FML reader, because that would just be depressing.

Once the fort was built and the brownies were cooled we covered them in a melted marshmallow and cream cheese icing and started stuffing them in as soon as the drawbridge was up. The mess in the kitchen was all cleaned up and we were pigging out on fresh brownies inside a huge castle shaped fort. I don’t know if I’ve ever been happier.

Then as we started to get full we started talking again. Somehow we decided to play truth or dare. I went first and chose dare. My dare was to call his cousin inOklahomaand say “Gavin rocks harder than you, but at least you’ve got a great ring tone!” His response was really amusing I must say.

“Gavin, I didn’t know you started taking Estrogen pills.”

When I started laughing - a bit hysterically I might add, Gavin grabbed his phone back and started a conversation with his cousin on speakerphone. “That was not cool man. You just totally freaked out my girlfriend!” he said, pulling me onto his lap.

“I’m sorry bro, did I let the cat out of the bag?” he asked with a chortle.

“Ha. Ha. Hilarious. You know full well Mac that I am not a cross-dresser or even remotely interested in anything of the sort.”

“Oh really? Is that you trying to cover up your big secret there cus?” he asked, clearly smirking at the other end.

“Which secret?” I asked, wondering if it was worse than I’d thought.

“Please don’t believe him. He just about hates me nowadays.” Gavin whispered in my ear as Mac said, “Oh so he didn’t tell you? Gavin happens to be a demon spawn who doesn’t care what happens to the people around him. Take for example, Becky Sue.”

“Who’s Becky Sue?” I asked out loud, but mainly looking for an answer in Gavin’s face.

“Gavin just tore her apart. Poor little Becky Sue has never been the same since he left.” He answered with a sniffle.

Gavin just rolled his eyes and told me, “Becky Sue was Mac’s favourite dolly, and one vacation I cruelly pulled off her arms and legs and threw them on the roof. But in my defence it was revenge for him totally humiliating me in front of the family.”

“Do you see how evil this guy is?”

“Thanks Mac, but I think we’re gong to get going now.”

“Wait up. You can’t randomly call me with an insult and just hang up. So tell me girly, why you would do that?” he asked me quite reasonably.

“That was the dare.” I answered bluntly, “It was nice talking to you, bye!” I said brightly as I hung up Gavin’s phone. “Well that was fun, but it’s your turn now doll killer.” I informed him with a mocking glare.