°vi° no shit sherlock

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Laura.

What the hell.

"You seem very distraught"
That voice almost very familiar

I turn to see someone that should mind his own business.

"Connor?" I asked.

"In the flesh." He smirks.

"What are you doing here?"

"You, Laura owe me a solid and don't act like you didn't want to to see my sexy face anyways.."

"You are the last person I want to see right now." I groan.

"Oh that's right you still on the hunt for crayon boy aren't you?"

"No, no I am not."yes, yes you are admit it.

"Laura, he has you reading Shakespeare, out of class may I add, I don't know you any more. How many fingers am I holding up?"

"What the fudge Connor." I groan.

"Why do you sugar coat the the word . it takes away the seriousness . There is nothing with a good old fashion fuck."

"Watch your profanity."

He raises his hands up in defense

"Is it that time of the month again , Laura? It's a natural thing but feel free to let it all out in your underwear instead of at me."

"Ew no you are gross." I feel like punching you in the face."

Connor giggled poking my cheek.

"What are you high?"I ask.

"Yes. No. Maybe so.."

"What's the solid this time, Connor?"

"I need help with a girl."

"I sometimes your capacity to be a grown man sometimes, what's her name?"

"Lydia ."

"As in the new freshman who is here off a full scholarship?"

"Yes miss cherry tomato."
I scoff at his nickname.

"What happen to Stephanie?"

"People move on , Laura."

"You are a real ass." I'm about this close to smacking him .  Maybe I really am on my period?

"Hey it's not like a lure kids into a white van with various candies."
Age is overrated anyway."

"Fine, I'll help you with Lydia, but if you dump her like trash I'll kick where the doesn't shine. Got it?" I shake my head at my older friend.

"Yes sir-mam. I meant mam.

"But if you you break the solid." I will not let you a vital piece of information about your pretty eyed boy."

"Say what now?"

"Oh look who is getting all curious now. It's like I'm Sherlock and you the trusty partner Watson." 

"What makes you Sherlock?" I ask as we walk through the corridor."

"Cause I'm cool like that and Sherlock gets the job done." Connor says inflating his ego."

"I hate you, I truly do." I say.

"AND..You didn't let me finish, Watson is always the one telling the stories about the adventures and the real aspect of what other people see through his eyes instead of Sherlock, who is the main character..."

"So?" I ask.

"You have a real hack for telling stories, Laura, keep it that way."

"I totally disagree with you, Connor. What if I want to make stories and write them through my own actions?"

"Tell them after they are created and never let them die."

"You are so vague man, buy a dictionary, Connor, and express some words."  I laugh softly.

"It's easier said than done ." Connor says..

"Exactly." Just say it." I say proving my point .

"I can't create them as well as you do."
Connor softly smiles back at me.

"Soooo, what's this vital information  about Lynch - I mean pretty boy I need to know?"

"Holy shit, you know his last name talk a brand new type of stalker on a high level."

"I just overheard it that's all." I defend myself."

"Laura?" Connor asks

Yes?

You do know , when a mommy and a daddy love each other very much -

"Not helping Connor."

"I'm just saying you want to be the mother of his children don't you?" Connor teased.

Do I ? No. That's wrong. Or is it right?

"Just answer the previous question before you get a kick in the ass." I threaten.

"I can't believe you didn't deny it, I just black mailed you so you would help for sure." I like to think of it as insurance.
I even have a theme song..  Like a bad neighborhood Connor is there" He chuckles nervously."

"You little shit , you better start running on 5.

5.

He leaps down the hall way.

4.

He is almost around the corner.

3.
He makes it to the door.

2.

I stumble.

1...

I fall.

"But I can tell you one thing , he's right behind you." I hear Connor's foot fade away with in a dash.

I turn around and luminous glow in two eyes I want to stare deep into."

No shit Sherlock.


I feel like I'm turning part of my life into Laura's I'm such an evil person...... Bye.





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