"Izzie i'm not so not imagining this!" said my idiot friend Vincent Van Torres. "All these superheroes i tell you.... the tell - tale signs are everywhere.... all this secrecy, the pains thay take to keep their double lives hidden, i am sure most of them are into guys you know, trying to come out of the closet, breaking the shackles of society.... can't you see it ?? "
"ugghh!... just stop it okayy!" i snapped. I mean i totally loved my superheroes, i fantasise about them. and here he was, this moron, taking away the superheroes from single girls like me. "NO.. i don't see it.." , i replied, " and what about Bruce Wayne huh?? we all know that he is a total playboy, right? "
"Ah.. Brute Wayne.." , said Torres , "don't you think his chemistry with that Robin guy was far more crackling than those simpering babes? " he gave me a sly grin.
Great.. this moron, in one second, had converted my Gotham City into Gotham shitty... ughh i hate him.
We were sitting in front of our respective computers working overtime to complete this new assignment we got two days back. It was three in the morning and the only light in the office room was from our computer screens. Man, it was eerie with this joker sitting opposite me.....
"Just pay attention to what you are doing okay? your germ monsters look like they have come to play in a park... make them more scary dude!! " i replied curtly. With the pace we were working, i knew that it would be six in the morning by the time we finish the work. Oh God, i'm so hungry!!
"You don't tell me what to do Iz, my creative imagination is far superior than yours. your's is like too plain, you know, like the nose on your face."
"heyy.. my nose isn't plain..." , i gasped outraged.
He leaned in, trying to take a close look at my face, " yeah you are right, your nose is just fine, it is mouth that is little... uh... excessive."
Fine he was right... about my mouth i mean. I have such a big smile, it's like the both ends of my mouth touch my ear (exaggerated of course...by my stupid friends). You know when i was a kid, my mom used to have these nightmares that one day i laughed so much and smiled so brightly that both ends of my mouth met at the back of my head and the top part of my head fell off.
How freaky is that...?? glad i didn't end up like a half-headed freak.... but yeah my mouth became the butt of jokes among my friends.
"Whatever...", i replied stung, "at least my name is oringinal unlike yours!" He did not reply.
Vincent's name was inspired from people he admired (bah.. basically he wanted to sound cool and someone who is artistically inclined). Vincet Van - a famous painter and Fernando Torres - his favourite football player. Who knows what is his actual name is?? Tom, Dick and Harry..? LOL..
"What? Cat got your tongue, huh? " , i asked him fully enjoying myself now.
He got up and went out of the room. "Heyy... where are you going.. you idiot?" i shouted after him.
"Going to reception area... to check out the number for pizza delivery", he replied.
"pizza at this time?? it's three in the morning , you moron."
"Well you were eating my brain with your endless talk... i think i would work peace when i'll stuff your mouth with a slice of pizza " he replied calmly and left the room.
Oh great... well who started with the nonsense shit about superheroes being homos... and now i'm being blamed.... sometimes i really think if i should take him to see a shrink!
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Conquering Love...
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