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Sylar: And just like that, my eyebrow hairs are tamed.
Me: Dude, what are you doing?
Director: CUT!
Sylar: I’M IN THE MIDDLE OF FILMING A COMMERCIAL!
Me: For (looks at the thing that Sylar is holding) EYEBROW TAMER?! (Laughs)
Sylar: Stand to the side (Stares at me, then at the camera) With this, I am able to do many of the common activities I do without having to worry about my eyebrows!
Me: (Steps in front of the camera, super enthusiastic) like sawing off people’s heads and taking their power!
Director: CUT! (whispers to the crew) Where’s the makeup crew! We need to cover some of the shine on Sylar’s forehead!
Sylar: STOP MESSING THIS UP FOR ME!
Me: What?! It’s funny! (Takes the product, opens it, puts some on my hands and smells it) ugh, this stinks.
Sylar: So quit touching it! (Makeup people come to powder his forehead)
Me: (Putting some of the cream on Sylar’s eyebrows, combs it using the eyebrow comb, and I face the camera) even serial killers like Sylar need his eyebrows tamed! What would he do without it?!
Sylar: (Smiles) Yeah, very funny Nicole.
Director: AND CUT! THAT’S A WRAP!
Sylar and I: What?
Director: That was perfect!
Sylar: No way! THAT IS NOT GOING TO BE USED ON NATIONAL TELEVISION!
(Later that week, in Sylar’s house)
Me: TURN ON THE TV!
Sylar: (turns on the TV, the commercial is on) oh...my...gosh.
Me: (stands in front of him) Hey, at least your eyebrows look AWESOME!
Sylar: -_-
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Sylar: (Nowhere to be seen) ARGH CAN YOU HELP ME?!
Me: (Looking around) WHERE ARE YOU?!
Sylar: (Hand pops out from a pile of chocolates and flowers) HERE!
Me: (Trying to find his hand under the massive pile, finds it and pulls him out) are you okay?
Sylar: (Brushes off his pants, picks out a flower out of his hair) my head is buzzing and I smell like roses and chocolates, but otherwise I’m fine.
Me: (Still looking at the massive pile) how did you get under there?
Sylar: I have no idea! I just took a couple steps out of my house, and next thing I know, it’s dark and it smells like chocolate! I really dislike Valentine’s Day.
Me: OH! IT’S ST. VALENTINE’S DAY TODAY?!
Sylar: Um...yeah! How else do you explain the chocolates and flowers? (Runs hands through his hair, pulls out another flower)
Me: Well I thought you usually get flowers and chocolate!
Sylar: Yes, and now I’M SICK AND TIRED OF IT! If I get another box of chocolates or flowers for Valentine’s, I’m literally going to kill that person. I’d be pretty mad if you got me flowers or chocolate!
Me: (Shocked at his response) actually...I got you...um... (looks through wallet, hoping to find something for him, I find a coupon for pie that I wanted to use) THIS! (hands him the coupon)
Sylar: YAY! SOMETHING USEFUL! Thanks! (Gives me a kiss on the cheek) Happy St. Valentine’s Day!
Me: (my heart melts as I giggle like an idiot)
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Me: WHERE ARE YOU?! (Goes outside, looks into the sky, squints eyes, sees someone flying in a Superman costume)
1st stranger: What’s that?
2nd stranger: Is it a bird?
1st stranger: Is it a plane?
2nd stranger: NO! IT’S SUPER... WAIT. No it isn’t! IT’S...
Me: SYLAR!
1st and 2nd stranger: AHHHH! (Start running) Girl you better run!
Me: (Looks at them, calmly) no, I’m fine.
1st stranger: AHHHHHHHHHH (runs into a tree, goes unconscious)
Me: (Grimaces) ouch. HEY SYLAR! DO THE POSE!
Sylar: (Flying in the air, does the famous Superman pose) I’m coming down! (Lands perfectly) What do you think?
Me: (examining his costume and blurts out) spandex is lovely on you. (Goes red after hearing what I said.)
Sylar: I know right? The fan girls would just love to see this! (puts on a button on shirt)
Me: (goes wide eyed) You shouldn’t have said that. LOOK! (points off to the distance)
(Sarahi, Tiff, Jeslil, and Ziggyeor come running)
Sylar: AHH! GOTTA GO! (Rips off shirt, flies off, comes back down) HAH! DID YOU SEE THAT CLASSIC SUPERMAN MOVE? (Flies back into the air)
Me: -_-
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Sylar: (Yawns, opens the fridge door and gets out his milk, clutches something red in his other hand) AHH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!
Me: (sighs) don’t you remember? We were supposed to see a play at 2. It’s 3 in the afternoon right now.
Sylar: Oh...right...well you know, you could have...
Me: (eyes turn towards his hand holding the red thing) what’s that?
Sylar: (Follows my gaze, hides it behind his back) nothing...
Me: (eyes go wide) OH MY GOSH THERE IS A SPIDER ON YOUR PJS!
Sylar: AHHHH! (He drops the red thing)
Me: (Quickly pick it up) MA HAH! NINJA! (Looks at the red thing, it’s an Uhura doll) You like Uhura?
Sylar: (Grabs it from my hand) NO! OF COURSE NOT! (Looks down, rocks on his heels) Maybe...
Me: Aww! That’s so cute! Sylar, you are just so darn cute!
Sylar: (blushes) hehe. (Clears his throat, grabs the Uhura plush, bring her up to his room, and comes back down, and in a gruff voice) I’m going to go do some manly things now.
Me: -_-
nice stories i love them all (jokes)
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