Salt And Pepper

His: Mickey

I wake up and walk to my kitchen to get the coffee I have everyday to get rid of my hangover. But hey! No hangover! So I decide to skip it and just fix myself some breakfast. Then it suddenly hits me that I had a roomie now. "Peppeerrr??" I yell a couple of times, but I didn't get back a response. I walk into her room and see a note on my fridge. Yes, MY fridge.

"I knew you'd check for booze, I've hidden it all. I didn't wanna get bored so I'm out to roam around the 'Greatest city on the planet'.

Oh and you're locked in, so yeaaahh. Miss me :P

{Does it hurt yet?}"

"SON OF A BITCH SHE LOCKED ME IN?!" I instinctively yell.

I hear someone laughing their ass off and I turn around to find Mickey. Of course, all I need right now is someone laughing at me.

"WHAT?" I yell.

"Hey! Don't get mad at me! It's just surprising to see you up at this hour, with your head NOT spinning around. I'm telling you this one is gonna change you for good," he says

"Oh come on! You too? I don't NEED changing!" I say.

"You do realize that Bryce is gonna be done with you sooner or later and you'll go from world famous artist to a hobo? Tell me you realise that," he says.

"What do you want me to do? You saw what they did to Amanda? How do you expect me to ever pick a brush up again?" I say, my pitch high, as it usually gets with increasing anger, and/or stress.

"I want you to give this girl a chance. Who knows she might fix you afterall, AND replace Amanda?" he says.

"How dare you? How dare you even think of replacing the woman I loved with anyone?" I say, shell-shocked.

"Oh so it's okay when you sleep with women, but not when you sleep with them with feelings involved. Makes sense," he says.

" I can't be alone and you know it",I say.

"It's not really filling any holes, you know? You still are alone. No friends, no one to love. What are you doing with your life?" he says.

"The only reason I moved away from home was to get away from my nagging mom. I had no idea I would find her in you too!" I yell, eyes brimming.

"You are an unstable person! Let your past life go! Only then will you be able to live!" he says.

"Maybe I don't wanna live anymore!"

"Says the person who has always believed that suicide is for losers?"

"They may still have a reason to live. What is mine?"

"That is a mental block you have. Everything happens and everyone is born for a reason, which when you don't complete, you don't attain Shaanti, or peace. Right now, you're just a suicidal loser," he declares.

I throw the first object that I could find at him, and Pepper's Mac crashes to the ground, its screen shattered into a million little pieces.

"Uh oh," he coolly says.

"LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO!" I frantically yell.

"Uh I didn't even do anything, " he says and starts laughing.

" You called me a loser!" I yell, losing my shit.

"So? You've been called that your entire life, up until you became Mr Hotshot Painter," he says, still laughing.

'WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU EVEN GET THAT SHAANTI SHIT FROM?" I get frantic again"

"You don't remember Steve Jobs' book that Bryce gave y....," he says, when the door opens to let Pepper in.

"'Greatest city' my ass, all public transport is on a halt because of some strike or something and I'm so not taking the sub yet OH MY FUCKING GOD WHAT HAVE YOU DONE," she yells, lunging right at me like a street cat.

"It wasn't me! He was pissing me off, I'm really sorry, I'll get you a new one I swear!" I say.

"WHO was pissing you off?" she asks.

"Mickey, " I reply, without thinking even for a slightest moment, about the consequences.

"MICKEY WHO?"Wow. Talk about anger issues.

"Um. He's kind of. Sort of. This guy in my head?" I give in, hoping she won't judge me. She's a psychologist after all.

She looks dumb founded. Uh oh. I smack myself in the head a million times for blurting it out.

"Sit down."