Just the Two of Us

I get Into an Absolutely Meaningless Argument

  "Oh my glob, I've been wanting to do this for such a long time!" I shouted at the top of my lungs to Mica, rushing in the extremely ugly room that he was staying in. The wallpaper in the room was filled with ugly pink roses against a yucky snot colored yellow. Before my grandma died, her house kinda looked like that.(He can chose any house in the entire world, why chose this one?)

   I had my suitcase in tow as I rushed to his room, excitement bubbling in my chest as I anticipated what I was going to ask him. He looked up from the incredibly boring book he was reading. Gosh, reading is so boring! All it is, is word, word, word, word, word, word, end. 

   The book cover was...well I don't know exactly, I'm basically blind, which sucks if you ask me...and anyone else in the world, if they weren't dead of course, which they are. (Being blind is like, "There's no stop sign there...oh wait!" Then it's too late. Wow, I don't even know what i'm rambling about anymore. I'm strange, but you dead people already knew that.)

  "And what is that exactly? You're scaring me, weirdo. It's not like something extremely girly like makeup or anything...is it? Please say no." He said, a look of confusion and hesitance present on his features. I was just glad that he looked up from his book though!

  "Of course it's not something girly, what am I, Kim Kardashian, she's weird...and dead. But, oh gosh, Taco, no offense to Taco,well he was never that good at this, and rest his zombie bones....oh wait,  he's not dead,thank God, but seriously, all he would do is repeat the same thing over and over again, that boring bird! But I guess that's all he ever does, so---" I rambled on and on until I was rudely interrupted.

   "So, not to be rude or anything, but absolutely none of that ranting actually answered my question,  girl." He said, suspicion imminent in his eyes. I slapped my face in a playful manner, but I hit a little harder than I meant to, "Ow!" I said frantically rubbing my aching face, but then I remembered that he had a question. 

   "Oh yea! You're going to help me pick out the best outfit in the universe, because you look like you're the type of person whose awesomesauce at it!" I yelled, waving my hand in the air dramatically. 

   He looked confused for a moment, but then his eyed widened in realization and he, for some odd reason, (I wonder what it could be), burst out laughing. He threw his book to the side of the bed, and he leaned forward, clutching his gut, right where I punched him four days ago. I smiled remembering the gruesome details. That was good night.

    In between laughter, he said, "I can...assure you right... now, I'm not good... at that." This time it was my turn to look confused, but I quickly wiped that look clean off my face, shaking my head slightly.  I've been wanting company buddies forever now, a little refusal isn't going to stop me. (Like a toddler who insists on eating plastic...wait, that's not a good example, continue to ignore me.)

    I skipped over to the opposite side of the bed that he had been on, and I proceeded to sit on the edge. The next thing I did, was something I used to do best. I begged. "Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Ple---"I whined like a little kid. I was interrupted yet again! How rude. Geez this man is impatient. But at least he's cute! Really cute actually...wow. Hot guys are cute! But this guys too normal...meh.

   "Alright, alright, fine! I'll do it, now let's get this over with..." he grumbled. "Yayyy! Thankyou! Thankyou! Thankyou!" I shouted climbing up the bed to jump on the lumpy mattress, until I fell of course. Let me tell you right now, my clumsiness is forever inevitable. "Ow." I said rubbing my head.

   From on top of the bed, because I was now on a floor that smelled a 50 year old cheese-it, and believe me I know what i'm talking about,  I heard someone (obviously Mica, everyone else is dead) lightly singing, "One little monkey jumping on the bed, she fell of and cracked her head, Mica called the parrot and the parrot said, oh. My. God. Laura's dead," Then he pursed his lips together trying to hold back laughter as I put a hand to my heart and dramatically gasped.