Biography of Someone Else

Chapter 7: Dialogue

Last night wasn't a dream, was it? I wake up with a text from Gracie sitting on my phone.

You say that like that is frequently the matter of your dreams. Even though the original text is almost an hour old, the read tag pops up and she starts typing a response immediately.

So it was real. Yesss. I mean, I already knew that, but sometimes it's nice to confirm

Mhmm sure.

Okay, fine, I just wanted to bring up that I have a boyfrienddd :P Leave it to Gracie to just text me so she can rave about how excited she is. Legit screaming over here, can you hear it from your side of the block?

I'm not superman Gray.

Pshh, duh. You're supergirl.

Ehhh

Yes, I know you always say you would rather be a villain cuz they're more exciting, but we both know that our adorable little Stella-poo would be a total girl scout.

We maybe I got tired of the SHORT JOKES and made an evil plot to make everyone shorter than me! ;)

Would you make you grow or everyone else shrink?

I would just make you peasants grovel at my feet eternally.

That's just a temporary solution though...

Not if the world is under my control. Then everyone could just do everything kneeling.

Sorry to say it, but I think I would take place in the uprising against that dictator.

*gasp* You wound me! And after I was going to make my second law whatever you wanted too!

You would do that? For me?

Of course.

Well then I'd help you rule from a throne of skulls. Just because it'd look cool and they would all be plastic.

Gotta put a little sticker on it that says "No humans were harmed in the making of this product"

Well duh. Wouldn't want our subjects to think I'm a murderer or something

Because that would be tragic. I back out of the conversation temporarily to swing my feet out of bed.

Yup

I pad my way into the kitchen, where Mom is pouring her coffee into a travel mug. "G'morning sweetie," she says cheerfully.

"Morning Mom." She finishes pouring her coffee, then rinses the now empty pot out in the sink.

"Any plans for the day?"

That reminds me, I have to ask about going out this afternoon. "Yeah actually. I was going to go out this afternoon. Is that okay?"

"Yeah, that's fine. Are you driving yourself?"

"Uh, I'm driving to the park and ride and getting picked up there."

"Who are you hanging out with?" she asks.

"Kinda a friend I guess, but more Gracie's boyfriend's friend." Not really a friend.

She raises her eyebrow. "Is it a date?" she asks.

"I think that what it is really depends on who you are. And it didn't really sound like a date the way he asked." At this point I'm just denying for myself that this is a date, because if you don't want it to be, then it isn't! Does it work like that?