The Dreamers

1: Gathering The Gang (Part One)

Hazy. Dark. Blurry. These words personify the scene inside of Liz and Jack's apartment bedroom. It was naturally dark because the sun had not resurface as yet; hazy because of all the weed they smoked last night and blurry because of all the booze and post-orgasmic fumes lingering in the air. So yeah, it was your typical Saturday morning for the couple. After working a 48 hour week as an assistant manager for one of the largest grocery store chains in the city Liz always feels the need to loosen up on the weekends. And whom better to drink, smoke, and fuck away all of her problems with than Jack.

 Ah Jack, he was everything- physically speaking. His naturally thick, blonde hair was neatly trimmed but, still possessed a messy appearance. His warm, hazel brown eyes suggest sensitivity and wisdom and his boyish smile drops panties harder than a terrorist drops bombs. However, intellectually speaking he's as dumb as a bucket of spit. Jack works as a fitness trainer at a local gym, and when he's not doing that he can be found lazed out on the couch feeding his number one obsession next to sex and working out- playing Pokémon.

I guess there was just something special about Pikachu that made Jack's dick harder than Liz could ever manage. Indeed, Jack had the body of a god but a brain tantamount to that of a pig's anus. One time, the guy tried using a microwave-oven to bake cake mix in an aluminium pan. He nearly burnt the entire building down. But, in his defence "It's not called a microwave-oven for nothing." Up to this day he has to ask Liz's permission to use the microwave, or any major appliance that can result in a burning building for that matter. They'd known each other for some years now and have been together since college. And despite their challenges, there was something special about what they had, something they both cherished. And who knows maybe someday they'd finally.... BOM-BOM-BOM-BOM!!!!

Liz's dark brown eyes open wide, the surging pain of a hangover coupled with a pounding at the door wakes her up. She looks to her right only to find a sleeping Jack. He probably over did it again with the vodka. Asshole. The knocking at the door continues, becoming more and more volatile. Liz winces as she grabs her aching head and makes her way out of bed. With her averaged-height and slender body she shambles to the closet to find her Saturday morning sweats and a bra. She then goes into the bathroom to brush her teeth and splash some water on her face. She pauses suddenly looking absolutely dramatized- she stares into the mirror. Frantic, gasping at the horror scene she saw while looking at herself; she cuffed her hands to her face, terror now being portrayed through her voice "Is that....a booger?" The violent thundering at the door snapped her out her trance, leading Liz to pick-flick-wash-and-go. But just before her exit, she brushes her dark brown hair which really complimented her somewhat lifeless pale skin and know-it-all demeanour.

Finally, at long last she gets to the door, opens it to find Kimmy on the other side. They greet each with a hug. Immediately following was a stern slap to Liz's face from Kimmy. "That's for making me wait 20 minutes while you bounced around in the bathroom like a fairy, bitch." She smiles widely and softens her voice making direct eye contact with a stunned Liz who is now holding one side of her face. "Now let me in please, I gattah take a shit." What are best friends for?

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After a half hour of airing out the bathroom Liz and Kimmy finally have some time for some chit-chat while Jack is in the back taking a cold shower. It was nothing short of a miracle that he actually woke up. Then again, no one should underestimate the scent of Kimmy's insides. Grrrrrr-oss. Liz pours both her and Kimmy a cup of coffee as they transition into idle conversation.

Kimmy smiles widely at Liz, giving her this really uncomfortable stare with her pitch black pupils. "Sooooo?", she signals as if Liz was suddenly gifted the ability to read minds.

Clueless, Liz simply returns the stare "What?"

"You know.", Kimmy says playfully.

"Dammit Kimmy I'm not Sookie Stackhouse! What's your deal?", Liz retorts.