Change?

This is my first ever written piece on wattpad and im a little nervous. I hope you guys like this short piece that I have created(BWAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH *EVIL SCIENTIST LAUGH*). Also before I go I was wondering if maybe I should make this into a story or leave it the way it is. Like, Comment, and Follow.

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Cookie

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It's a cold fall evening in New York, at an apartment, at 31st main street. The rain is falling and the world seems like it has been slowed down. People are walking by slowly with grim looks and there is only but one sound of laughter. All the windows in the apartment are dark except for one. It looks bright but a light looks like its about to flicker off.

"How do you want your hot chocolate?" the lady asked.

"The same way that is always been," the man said.

"But wouldn't you like a little bit of peppermint,?" the lady asked.

"Nope, the way it is, is just fine thank you," the man said.

The lady sat down and hands him the drink . The look of excitement crosses her face as she looks around.

"Wouldn't it be swell to paint the living room red," the lady said. "You know CHANGE it up a little. What do you think?"

The man didn't respond to the lady and kept drinking his hot chocolate.The lady tried again.

"What do you think the color should be? Maybe a nice warm wine red."

"I think that its fine the way it is," the man said hesitantly.

"Alright then what about our kitchen? You know, move some things around or buy new things."

"I like our kitchen the way it is, it gives off a feeling of home. Besides we don't need to buy new things."

"Jeffrey our counter is nearly falling off, we need a new one."

"I can fix it, you know that I can. We don't need anything new."

"Fine. Alright," the lady said 'the kitchen stays the way it is."

"Like it ought to," the man mumbled.

"Would you like some more chocolate honey?"

"Sure Martha. I would love some."

She gets up and comes back with some more hot chocolate.

"Lets paint the bathroom walls blue, you know make it look like were near the ocean."

"Instead, why don't we keep it the same?" Jeffery said, "Its a beautiful black and white bathroom."

"But the ocean is beautiful too."

"Then why don't you go to the ocean?"

"By myself?"

"Yup."

"Nevermind."

A look of determination crossed the womans face.

"What are we gonna do with the guest bedroom," the lady said, " you know with the new guest and everything we should do something really special!"

"We'll just keep it the same way it is. It's not like the guest is staying with us."

"The GUEST deserves a place they can call their own SINCE the guest is staying with us."

"Martha" said Jeffrey, "we talked about this already."

His words were sharp.

"No we didnt, you just said no. Thats not talking thats you saying NO."

"WELL WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY. IM JUST GONNA SAY NO, NO MATTER WHAT YOU SAY."

"BUT JEFFREY, THIS IS THE ONLY CHANCE I'LL EVER HAVE AND YOU KNOW THAT. ITS LIKE YOU REALLY DON'T WANT IT."

" NO, THATS NOT TRUE! WHY DO YOU WANT THINGS TO CHANGE SO BADLY? WHY CAN'T WE JUST KEEP EVERYTHING THE WAY IT IS KNOW?"

"CAUSE CHANGE IS GOOD SOMETIMES."

"WELL, I LIKE THE WAY THINGS ARE. I WANT TO STAY IN THE PRESENT!!!!"

A whimpering resounded into the kitchen from the guest bedroom. The man and the lady stood frozen in their spot and didn't move until they heard nothing at all.

"Sssshhh Jeffrey, you're gonna wake him up."

The woman paced back and forth for a few minutes and finally stopped in front of the man.

"All i'm saying is that you can't always stay in the present! The present will easily turn into the past."

"Are you done?"

The woman glared at the man " I am now."

"Good because the answer is still no. I already called the Social Workers."

"Jeffery why would you-"

He interrupted.

'It's not our's. I called them so they can take it out of my hand. You now, take it to an orphanage."

"IT'S NOT AN IT, IT'S A HUMAN BEING! AND WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOUR HAND? THIS WASN'T YOUR DESICION TO MAKE, THIS WAS A DECISION THAT WAS SUPPOSSED TO BE MADE WITH BOTH OF US. THIS. IS. WHY. I. AM. THE. WAY. I. I AM!!! THIS IS WHY THIS IS SO IMPORTANT TO ME! THIS IS WHY I WANT HIM--NO THIS IS WHY I NEED HIM!!!! I WILL NEVER GIVE HIM UP!! NO MATTER WHO TRIES TO TAKE IT AWAY FROM ME. OVER MY DEAD BODY!!!!!!!," Martha yelled.

The doorbell rung.

"Well it's too late now" Jeffrey replied.