Long Way To Go ⇴ Syndisparklez

Chapter 15: Intuition's "Job"

(Sorry if this is kind of sloppy I was reading a book, writing a one-shot, writing a septiplier chapter, and writing this so sorry)
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Tom's POV

I face-planted into my bed, groaning when I hit my stomach on the cold metal of the bed frame. Damn bed, they give me the bad one. Even here all I get is shitty things, at least with my mum she actually cared about me. I wouldn't go as far to say she loves me, but at least she cares about. She at least tries her best to make sure I get food and such, even though I always end up letting her eat the food.

I sorta feel bad though for yelling at Jordan, but that's stupid. He deserved it, didn't even he? 'No, he really didn't.' I thought to myself, but completely ignored it. It's like there's a voice in my head telling me everything I don't want to hear. I stared at my phone in boredom, rolling around on the bed for a couple minutes.

Yeah, now I feel bad. But it's not my problem, it's his fault. 'Really? You're blaming the cute American boy for your doing?' No! It's his fault! 'No it's not, you think he isn't confused and slightly terrified from being in a country he's never been in?' Pfft whatever, not my problem. Am I going completely insane by talking to myself? 'No, I'm Intuition. I come around whenever someone needs to be pointed in the correct path.' I think I'm going crazy. 'Are you just going to ignore me?!' Yup, definitely going crazy.

'Okay, fine, you can hate me as much as you want, but what if I told you Jordan's down stairs staring at pictures of his Ex-Girlfriend who he dumped and is debating on calling her to make-up with her?' I... Why would I care? Hello? Hellllo? Great, as soon as I want to talk to him he leaves. Great. But why would I care about what he's doing? 'Gosh darn it you're a hard one to crack. Okay I told you half truth he isn't going to make up with her because she's psychotic, but he's really in a hard place right now. Can you just pppllllllease maybe talk or entertain him? Please I'll leave you alone.' Will you seriously leave me alone?

'Yes! I will! Just hang out with him until Alice gets back please.' ....okay...fine.. Only because you're annoying. 'And because you think his American accent is adorable' I don't know why you would think that! I'm not gay. And go away already, I'm going to hang out with him geez.

*** (TIIIIME SKIP) ***

Jordan and I found an old Nintendo under the bed, and we've been playing it for what seems like hours. We haven't even moved accept for throwing controllers and getting them back. I don't even know what level we're on in Mario but we've been stuck at the most irritating level ever. Jordan got past half of it but died, and we can't even get back to that spot. "Gosh frickin' damn it!" Jordan groaned, throwing the controller on the ground. Anyone below us would think that the second floor is collapsing from all us slamming our controllers on the ground.

"I f**kin' swear this isn't possible!" I yelled, slamming my head on the stand the TV was on.  "I don't think we can beat this.. We don't even need to finish this level lets just skip it." He said. "Never! We can't give up!" I replied, "we've been doing this for too long to give up!" He groaned at my remark, banging his face repeatedly against the TV stand. "I suck at Nintendo." He said under his breath. "I thought you were a professional video game player." I questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"I play computer games for a living not Nintendo." He shot back coldly. "Chill dude I just asked a question." I spat. Why the hell does he act like its a secret or something? No ones in the f**king house accept the woman a couple doors down, but why the hell would she care? Then again, it's not something you really wanna boast about because everyone thinks that's crazy. Yeah, I'd probably not want someone to go around saying that.

"Sorry, I just don't like it when people assume that all I do is play video games like its that easy." He said, playing with his hair shyly. Is it really that hard? I mean, you just sit at a desk with a computer, headphones, camera, and a microphone right? I guess a microphone would be a bit pricey but it's not that hard to get one, the Modesteps traded Dec a box of sugars for 5 microphones. I don't remember what Dec needed the sugar for, something about that he needed it for a ritual to 'Mianite', whoever that is. (Lil' reference for ya)

The silence was broken when someone busted through the door, scaring the shit out of us.

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A/n: IM WORKING ON A HALLOWEEN ONE-SHOT SO SORRY THIS IS SHORT. ANND WOOOO INTUITION YAY! (Wisdom may make an appearance as well :3)