Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole!
Me: (opens my bedroom window) I’M BUSY STUDYING! GO AWAY!
Sylar: BUT! YOU HAVE TO SEE THIS! IT’S SUPER AWESOME!
Me: NO! I HAVE A TEST TOMORROW AND I NEED TO STUDY! (closes window)
Sylar: BUT! ARGH. (Flies up to my window, knocks)
Me: (opens window) DUDE! I said I’m studying!
Sylar: (Flies in) AND I said that I NEED to show you something AWESOME!
Me: Fine. (Crosses arm, and sits on bed) what is it?
Sylar: (shows me the “separating thumbs” trick) OH! HOW DID I DO THAT?!
Me: (takes Chemistry textbook)
Sylar: Okay, I get the idea, you need to study.
Me: (whacks him in the head with my textbook)
Sylar: OW! What did you do that for?
Me: Oh I don’t know! I felt like doing something “AWESOME” to relieve my stress and frustration. AND IT WORKED!
Sylar: -_-
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Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar!
Sylar: (walking towards me, unresponsive, eyes open)
Me: (returns his book, looks at the time, it’s near midnight) dude, what are you doing up at this time?
Sylar: (Still unresponsive, walking towards me, stops)
Me: (Waves my hand in front of his face) Hello?! Anyone home?
Sylar: (Walks towards his phone, presses buttons, speakerphone turns on, he dials a number)
Me: (Realizes) OH NO WAY! You’re sleepwalking! (Takes out phone, presses record button)
Sylar: (Walks towards his fridge, opens the door and takes his milk out)
Phone: HELLO? Anyone there?
Me: HIRO?
Hiro (on the phone): Nicole? Why are you calling me?
Me: I didn’t call you. Sylar did. Well he sort of did
Hiro: What do you mean he “sort of” phoned me.
Me: (watching Sylar) He’s sleepwalking
Hiro: no way! You should totally record this.
Me: One step ahead of you! Talk to you later! (Hangs up the phone)
Sylar: (Looks at his milk, then pours in it in his hand, drinks the milk) NO! THE PINK TURTLE CAN DO THE MOONWALK!
Me: (Walks towards him, still recording) Sylar? Hello?!
Sylar: (Still sleepwalking, takes out thawed raw chicken) THERE YOU ARE MISSES WINTERBERRY! (Goes back to bed cuddling the raw chicken)
Me: Wow...I`M GOING TO POST THIS ON ZACHARY QUINTO COMMUNITY IF YOU DON`T WAKE UP!
Sylar: (Still sleeping) I like soup.
Me: -_-
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Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar!
Sylar: (on his phone) SHHH! HELLO?! (sighs) darn hold music.
Me: Why are you on hold?
Sylar: Because my laptop isn’t working (screams into the phone) HELLO? WHAT?! I’M 66TH IN LINE?! GAH!
Me: Do you want me to try to fix it?
Sylar: I’VE TRIED EVERYTHING! EVERYTHING! You can try, but trust me; you won’t be able to fix it.
Me: (tries to turn the laptop on, doesn’t respond)
Sylar: (screaming into the phone) YES I HAVE TECHINAL DIFFICULTIES, oh (presses a button on his phone, mutters) stupid automated voice
Me: (lifts up his laptop to check if everything is plugged in, sees that the battery isn’t all the way in, pushes it back in) Hey Sylar! I...!
Sylar: WAIT! I’VE JUST MOVED UP 4 SPOTS!
Me: Okay, whatever then! I’ll talk to you later.
(6 hours later)
Sylar: YES! NUMBER1 IN LINE!
Me: You’re still on hold?
Sylar: Yes...unfortunately.
Me: Hey, can I show you something? (grabs his arm and leads him to his laptop) Look at this! (Presses the power button, it turns on)
Sylar: (Mouth opens) How...how...how... did you do that? OH MY GOSH! YOU HAVE A POWER.I WANT IT. (holds me to the wall)
Man on the telephone: Hello? Sir? Is anyone there?
Sylar: Yes, hi! My laptop wouldn’t turn on but it’s fixed now, (sarcastically) thanks for your help.
Man on the telephone: Oh I’m sorry sir, this is the number for making reservations at our
hotel in the Bahamas.
Sylar: What? (throws phone at the wall, sneers) GIVE ME YOUR POWER!
Me: My power to be able to push a battery back into the slot?
Sylar: What? (sighs) -_-
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