The Writer Who Couldn't Write

Scrutiny

Timothy didn't bother me at all for the rest of the day, and I thought he probably thought I was some kind of freak or weirdo or something. I beat myself up thinking that I lost one more possible friend, but this morning I was equal parts relieved and annoyed.

"Hey." He started the conversation with a smile.

"Hey." I smiled back. All I could think right then was: he came back. He really came back. He decide to hang out with me instead of his friends.

"So..." He looked a little nervous. That wasn't good. "The project Mr. Eloguant gave me."

Oh, yeah. My smile widened in his discomfort. "Yeah." I raised my eyebrows at him. "Whatcha gonna do?"

"What I have to, I guess." He smirked looking at the ceiling. Still facing upwards, he looked down to me.

I was giving him a glare. He had better not say anything, well you know what I mean. I start to get stuff out of my locker.

He is so annoying sometimes.

I look at him again, and he mocks my glare back at me!

Scratch that. He's annoying all the time.

I shove the rest of my useless junk into my locker in frustration. "See you next period!" I smile sweetly. I hope he can see that I is totally fake, but I have been told before that I'm not good at making fake faces.

I'll just have to leave it like that, then.

Trig was boring, as usual, and I couldn't wait to get out of there. For once, I was actually excited to go to art. Well, not excited, but nervous and... I don't know! I just feel good today. Except I'm nervous, too.

Ugh. I hate talking about my feelings and emotions. I know I have them. I can feel them. I just don't always know how to explain them. And you call yourself a girl.

Oh, shut up brain. I call myself a girl because that's what I physically am, your royal stupidness!

I really should stop insulting my brain. Eh, nobody can hear me, and it's not like my brain can hate me anymore than it already does.

I was so absentminded walking through the hallways, I thought I could be a danger if my brain didn't go on autopilot with the rest of my body. Sometimes, I love my brain.

DID YOU HEAR THAT? I just complimented my brain! I hope one compliment can outweigh all of the insults. Not a chance.

You killjoy! If you were another person, I would daydream about strangling you!

I don't even realize Timothy is watching me until he gives me a heart attack. "Boo!"

"What the..." I jump. He just laughs up and down like it's the funniest thing that's ever happened to anybody ever in the history of the world.

Seriously. I'm not even exaggerating. It took him at least 3 full minutes to calm down. He came back up wiping tears from his eyes. Only to die laughing again.

Yes. He's that rude and inconsiderate. He took one look at my glare and laughed. I have to admit, I was fighting the urge to laugh with him. I find it hard not to laugh when someone else is laughing. And I probably looked pretty stupid.

I am very good at laughing at myself, if you got another impression, I'm sorry. I just haven't had anything to laugh about lately.

And he just keeps going. And now I think my brain has left me because I'm laughing even harder than him. Soon my stomach and cheek muscles start to ache and tears are streaming down my face.

I'm glad I didn't put any mascara on this morning. I am laughing like a maniac, looking more so since I realize he has stopped laughing and is just staring at me.

I stop at once, which isn't easy for most people, but I can somehow stop on cue. I wipe my cheeks and stare back at him. "Sorry, haven't laughed in a while, I guess." I take his staring as a sign that he thinks I am really weird.

"Hm. That's why you laughed like that." He quirks a smirk. "I thought it was something I said."

"Don't think so highly of yourself, Doctor, it's not good for your giant ego." I tell him, once again becoming a Brit. "It only makes the problem bigger and, therefore, worse."

"Oh, to be sure, I keep it well under control." He makes his best high-horse old English face.

"Oh, to be sure." I say sarcastically, but give him a serious face.

He smiles sweetly, returning to our Midwestern accent. "You could be an actress if you wanted, you know."

"I know, but I don't want to be an actress." His eyebrows rise at my comment. " But it is on my list of possible jobs if I don't fulfill the job requirements of my chosen profession, but then again so is being president."

"Oh, yes because your passion is not for painting, it is for writing. I've seen it in your eyes." He mimics Mr. Eloguant.

"Are you a stalker?" I ask in a low, accusing tone.

"Maybe." He replies casually as of I had just asked him what he wanted for lunch.

"You creep!" I yell, hitting him in the shoulder. He just smiles before nursing his wounded shoulder.

"You hurt me." He says pitifully.

"You bet I did, but I don't think we're thinking of the same wound."

"I'm only thinking of my poor shoulder." He tells me before going back to murmuring soothing things to his shoulder.

"I think I wounded your ego more than your stupid shoulder." I return to my Britishness. It's really fun to say stupid in a British accent. Try it. It's so fun right? Anyway, back to what's actually going on...

"Methinks your just trying to sound smart." He copies my switch. Why do we go back in forth like this? First we're normal, then we're Brits, then we're French, then we're normal again. I have a feeling we're insane.

"Well, methinks you are too!"

He throws his hands up. "You got me!"

The bell rings, and he holds out his arm for me to take. I really don't know why, but my brain, who has been mostly quiet up until now, forces my arm into his like they do in old English movies.

Ugh. Cue the brain insults... And wait! He is going to tell me what's wrong with my face in like two minutes! Oh my. He's gonna screw up badly. I can just feel it.

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Sorry this chapter is kind of boring and it took me a long time to update, but the next one will be great, I promise.

Any more ideas for name changing? I'm open to suggestions, actually I encourage them! Please comment as to the names you would pick out for this book! Because I don't think they would be Timothy and Delilah.

Thanks for reading!