One In A Minion

A Life With You

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     My eyes are still closed, but my other senses are awake. I can hear Stuart's soft breathing beside me. I can feel his foot gently kicking mine, probably another dream. I can taste my gross morning breath, and that is what spurs me to open my eyes. I look over to see Stuart, mouth slightly agape. I briefly contemplate kissing him, but I know he hates morning breath. I jump out of bed, waddle over to the sink and brush my teeth, carefully massaging my gums. I notice that I need a new toothbrush, but that means another trip to the zoo. Those are the only toothbrushes that are big enough for the mouths of our kind. 

     I hear Stuart groaning behind me- wait, that's not a groan. He's moaning. "Great," I think. "Another wet dream." He's been getting those a lot recently. At least it's better than his bed wetting phase. I believe the wet dreams are due to the fact that he is still a virgin and has been for 2,000 years. I jump into a pair of my designer overalls and brush my long, ombre hair. Time to look for a new evil master, again. We have been looking for one for over a decade. Usually the dry spells aren't this long, but we try our hardest. 

     I decide to let Stuart get up on his own as I go downstairs to get a banana- my breakfast everyday. I wander over to the TV and turn on the news channel, and the news almost makes me throw up. Minion-human marriage has been denied again by yet another state- Florida. We should have cut that peninsula off the coast of the US when we had the chance. What a waste! 

                                                                                    *2 hours later*

     I'm on my lunch break from work, and I decide to go to the mall alone. Bad idea. As I walk down the hallways alone, I see a group of tall teens saunter up to me. I try to dodge them, but it's no use. I'm quickly hoisted up by my overalls and swung around by a rambunctious teen. "SHOULD I HURL HER?" The teen yells to his friends. I feel ready to throw up for the second time today. "CHUCK! CHUCK! CHUCK!" The teen's friends are chanting, suddenly, a head taller than the rest pushes through the crowd. Right as the teen lets go, I am caught like a football by strong, safe hands. 

     "Are you OK?" the voice that belongs to the hands asks.

     "You shouldn't have helped me! They'll turn on you!" I plead with him.

     He breathes a dark, heavy chuckle, and I can feel the vibrations in his chest. He turns me around to face him, and I know who he is before he says it. "I'm Harry Styles, I don't think any of them would mess with me." He states, and he is right. Harry Styles- professional boxer, wrestler, bodybuilder and black belt. I turn around to face the crowd of teens behind me. Their faces have paled in fear, and one even throws up the other half of the pretzel he was holding. I face Harry again and study his chiseled features. His nostrils, flared in rage, make him look slightly like a bull, but in a good way. His curly hair frames his face in a way Stuart's never could- Stuart only has six hairs. 

     I am so flustered that the word vomit pours out before I can stop it. "You should at least buy me dinner before holding me like this," I say, then the real throw up comes. He doesn't drop me, however, he only holds me out a little bit, as to avoid getting throw up on my designer overalls. 

     "I'd love to get to know you," he says. Those seven words make me want to cry. No human has ever treated me like this before. 

     "But as friends though," I say.

     "Totally," he says with a chuckle. I don't understand why he said it like that, it's probably just a human thing. "When should we meet?"