Chapter 30 ()

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Timon: (Tensed. to Jimmy) come on, how do I look men?

Fang: like shit

Jimmy: uh...(licks his thumb and rubs it on Timon's eyebrow)

Timon: ill men. (wipes it off)

Jimmy: you look good.

(Timon walks to the door, stops. deep breath)

Voice of protagonist: the impossibility of me reaching there in less than
0 minutes grew much possible.

(Timon leaves)

Fang: and there he goes... (walking slowly towards Jim) now where were we?

Jimmy: wait, wait. uh...let's play a game - if I win, you get not to kill me. but if you win, then you get to kill me.

Fang: I like the sound of that. what are we playing?

Marcus: (holding up a book, excited) yes! I got it. fuck yeah!

(Jimmy and Fang takes there gaze to him)

Marcus: (kisses the book that features -- "HOW TO FLERT WITH A HOT MEXICAN (COQUETEO)

(Jimmy sits on the bed and picks up a joystick. Fang sits next to him also picking up a joystick)

Fang: so what's the game about?

Jimmy: your lack of knowledge of games has to be a guarantee of you loosing.

Fang: oh really?

Jimmy: am sorry, I really want you to loose.

Marcus: not on my watch she won't. (tosses his book on the bed)

Jimmy: what are you gonna do about it?

Marcus: (to Fang) can I help you win sis? (to Jimmy) am gonna help her fucking win this.

Fang: sure.

Jimmy: you're bad at this. (to Fang) he's bad at this.

Fang: (hands Marcus her joystick) I just have to see for myself

(Marcus sits next to Jim)

Fang: if he wins, that means I win, so I get to break up with you.

Jimmy: what?! but...but that wasn't the deal.

Fang: well...I changed the deal.

Jimmy: but...

Marcus: whoo! let's fucking play (laughs)

(Jimmy stares at Fang, saddened)

Fang: well...go on then.

(Jimmy takes his gaze to Marcus, frowns. Marcus smirks at him)

Jimmy: we're not fucking, just playing.

(The screen displays "TURBO 3D RACING" "LOADING...")

(In the living room, Mrs dikrol, Ava, and Camila are in a discussion)

Ava: (laughs) ok yeah...

(Mrs dikrol and Camila burst into laughter)

Ava: (laughs) ok. (deep breath) enough chatting about my grandson. let's...

(Mr dikrol laughs. The three look at him)

Ava: (clears throat) enough chitchatting about my grandson. I... (looks at Mrs dikrol)

(Mrs dikrol nods)

Ava: we need to know something about you.

Mrs dikrol: only if you're ok with it.

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