Talking Since Eight

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            “You've never seen any of the Harry Potter movies?” Kelsey asked me, with a horrified look on her face.

            I shrugged, “I didn't have a TV,” I said for the twelfth time that night.

            “Where'd you live before you came here?” Trip demanded from where he was sitting on the counter.

            “Somewhere without tv,” I said.

            “Oh...” Trip said.

            I shrugged, “I've seen Doctor Who,” I said.

            “Thank god for that,” Trip said.

            I laughed, “You guys are really emotionally involved with this,” I said.

            “Duh,” Kelsey said.

            “It's weird,” I said.

            “Good weird or bad weird?” Kelsey asked.

            “There's a bad weird?” I asked.

            Kelsey laughed, “You're the weird one,” she said.

            “I knew that,” I said.

            “And you're okay with that...” Trip said.

            I nodded, “Why wouldn't I be? This is me, all 110%, and if someone has a problem with me, than that's their problem, not mine,” I said.

            Kelsey laughed, “Amen,” she said.

            “A men?” I asked.

            Kelsey, Trip and Seth laughed, “Never mind,” Kelsey said.

            I shrugged and said, “Besides why should I care if people think I'm weird? They won't like me anyway.”

            “Don't worry, you're a good weird,” Seth said to me, making Kelsey and Trip groan.

            “Smooth,” Kelsey mumbled as Markus walked into the kitchen.

            “You're going to get in trouble with Taven,” he said, when he saw us.

            Kelsey turned and looked at the clock, “It's already one?” she asked.

            “You've been talking since eight,” Markus added.

            “Damn,” Trip said, hopping off the counter.

            Markus shook his head and shooed us out of the kitchen, “Go get some sleep,” he said to us when we got into the hall.

            We all rolled our eyes and walked to our respective rooms, “Night,” Trip yelled.

            “Good night,” Kelsey said.

            “Night guys,” Seth said.

            “Night,” I said.

            “Go to bed!” Markus yelled from the kitchen, making us laugh.

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