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!
Me: (Walking along the sidewalk) WHERE ARE YOU?! (Sees a very long line of people leading up to something, decides to get into the line)
(15 minutes later...)
Me: (talking to myself) wait. What am I even in line for? Excuse me sir, but what are you in line for?
Guy: (thinks for a second) actually, I have absolutely no idea! I guess we’ll see!
Me: (rolls eyes, gets out of the long line and walks to the front) wow, this is such a long line! (Sees Jeslil, Lisa M, Ziggyeor, and other fan girls near the front of the line)
(At the front of the line is Sylar, sleeping upright on a bench while fan girls, one by one, cuddle next to him)
Me: WOOOOOW!
Jeslil: shhh! You’re going to wake him! (once StephJP finishes cuddling Sylar, Jeslil takes her turn)
Me: WOOOOW! That guy is going to have so much fun seeing what is at the front of the line.
Fangirls: SHHH!
Sylar: (wakes up) huh? (rubs his eyes, accidently jabs Jeslil)
Jeslil: Ouch!
Sylar: (stretching) I’m sorry...WAIT WHAT?! (quickly stands up) what’s happening? Why is there a line? A LINE OF FANGIRLS?! AHHH! (runs away)
(Fan girls start chasing him)
Me: And this is why you don’t sleep on a bench in the middle of the park. Especially if you’re 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!
Sylar: WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!
Me: Can I borrow you for a moment? (Grabs his arm, drags him to a dressing room in the mall) So my male model that I needed for Fashions class bailed at the last minute. Luckily he is the same size as you.
Sylar: So what? You want me to MODEL?
Me: (quickly) yes...BUT you just have to wear this jacket I made and walk down a runway in front of a crowd of people and pose.
Sylar: (sighs) ugh, the things I do for you. (Puts on my super awesome jacket)
Me: (Whispers) Don’t worry, you’ll do fine. Go! Go!
Sylar: (Breathes out, puts on a serious face, walks out onto the runway and does his strut)
Me: (Out in the audience now, watching him, smiles, gives him a thumbs up)
StephJP: OH MY GOSH! IT’S SYLAR!
(Steph, Persephone, Jeslil, and yada yada get up and start running towards Sylar)
Sylar: (Jumps off the stage, runs the other direction) AHHHHH!
Me: NO WAIT!! MY JACKET! SYLAR! GIVE IT BACK! (Follows the fans, they stop and look around wondering where Sylar went) where the heck did Sylar go? (Turns around, looks in a mall window, I tilt my head one way, then the other way) SYLAR?!
Sylar: (Gets out of his mannequin pose and runs out the store) I’ve always wanted to do that. Here (takes off jacket and gives it to me, gets back in the store window)
Me: (looking at him curiously) what are you doing?
Sylar: I’m hiding and scaring people at the same time. (I sit down on the bench facing the window)
Shopper: (comes out of the store, looks at the window and at Sylar, Sylar scares her) AHHHHH.
Me: -_-
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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!
Me: (Makes a face) what are you doing?
Sylar: (A bit out of breath) I was trying to open a bag of chips without using my powers.
Me: (Starts to smile) really? Do you (giggles) need help?
Sylar: (Relieved look) YES! I’VE TRIED EVERYTHING! TRYING TO BE NORMAL IS SO HARD
Me: (Takes the bag, examines it for fun, see bite marks) wow, you really couldn’t open it!
Sylar: (crosses his arm, nods)
Me: (As a joke, I point my hand at it and I make some sounds to make it seem like I’m trying, the bag opens an inch at the tip) OH MY...
Sylar: (goes wide eyed) how did you do that?
Me: (quickly, stuttering) I...I...I...I...I...I don’t know! SYLAR! DID YOU HELP ME?
Sylar: NO! I haven’t used my power all day! (Paces back and forth, grabs another bag of chips) DO IT AGAIN!
Me: (points hand at the bag; thinks for it to open, the bag opens all the way) NO WAY...WHAT’S HAPPENING?
Sylar: (Smiling, excited) Do something else! See what you can also do with the pow...
Me: (Waiting for him to continue) Sylar? (He’s unresponsive, I wave my hand in front of his face, nothing happens) Hello!? OH NO. UNFREEZE! UNFREEZE!
Sylar: er!
Me: I JUST FROZE TIME! OH MY GAWD, THIS IS NOT HAPPENING.
Sylar: (giddy) Hehehehehe, do the Sylar thing on me!!! I’m going to be in pain, but it’ll probably be worth it.
Me: (I raise my arm and point at his forehead and move my arm, it makes a straight slit across his forehead, blood trickles down his head, he collapses) SYLAR?! SYLAR! (I check his pulse, no pulse) no...NOOOOO!
Me: (opens eyes, gets out of bed and looks at the time, it’s 9 in the morning) WOW. What a dream. AHHHHH!
Sylar: (On the right side of me) OW MY EARS!
Me: (hugs him) OH GOSH, YOU’RE ALIVE. I HAD THREE POWERS AND I USED ONE TO KILL YOU IN MY DREAM!
Sylar: (Starts laughing) why would you kill me?
Me: You asked me to.
Sylar: (Shrugs) reasonable excuse. (Climbs into my bed) Wow, your bed is so comfy
Me: -_-
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Sylar Short Stories: February 15-14, 10, 4
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: 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: -_-
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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: (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)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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!
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: -_-
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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: (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: -_-
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: -_-
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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: (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)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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!
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: -_-
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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: (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: -_-
Sylar Short Stories: February 3-2, January 30, 28, 2010
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: YEAH?! WHAT?! (Trips and falls down the stairs, knocks his head pretty hard)
Me: OH MY GOSH! (Runs to his side, holds his head up) ARE YOU OKAY?
Sylar: (Sits upright, rubs his head) where am I? What happened?
Me: You’re in the park. You just tripped and fell down those stairs.
Sylar: Oh. Another question...Who are you?
Me: I’m your friend... (Worried) Nicole.
Sylar: Oh, okay. Um. Who am I?
Me: (Shocked, goes wide eyed) You don’t know who you are? Your name is Gabriel Gray! SYLAR!
Sylar: So my name is Sylar? And you’re my girlfriend?
Me: (Blushes, giggles) I’m not your girlfriend and yes, your name is Sylar.
Sylar: But you are a girl and you are my friend so therefore, a girlfriend?
Me: Sure (giggles) let’s go and try to get your memory back
Sylar: Okay. (gets up)
(We walk by a guy selling pumpkin pie; Sylar has no reaction towards this)
Me: Wait! What did we just pass by?
Sylar: A pumpkin pie stand?
Me: (Dumbfounded) let’s keep going...
(We walk by a ton of fan girls, he does not run or fly away, and I continue my disbelief)
Me: Okay, this is seriously freaking me... (I trip on a tree branch and this makes me fall on Sylar, who also falls)
Sylar: (hits his head again) Ouch, my head hurts. Nicole, why are you on top of me?
Me: (Blushed, gets up) I’m sorry, I tripped and fell on you...WAIT. Did you just say my name?
Sylar: Yes...what’s the matter?
Me: WHAT’S YOUR NAME?
Sylar: Sylar...did I have amnesia or some... (sniffs the air) I SMELL PIE.
Me: -_-
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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: (opens his front door) WHAT?!
Me: I’M SO BORED. Entertain me.
Sylar: Oh. Um, I was just going to the grocery store. Um, you want to come with me?
Me: Sure, it might entertain me. (trudging to his car because of my boredom)
(10 minutes later, we arrive at the grocery store. We enter the grocery store, we get many looks of fear)
Sylar: (Getting a basket, woman is in the way) Excuse me.
Woman: AHHHHH! (Runs and drops everything she was holding)
(We walk through the store, grabbing something in every aisle, still getting horrified stares and screams)
Man: HEY YOU! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT COMING IN HERE AND SCARING EVERYONE.
Sylar: (turns around) Excuse me? (Looks him dead straight in the eye)
Man: (goes wide eyed) UM NEVER MIND. (Turns around, screams and runs out the door)
Sylar: Let’s go pay!
(We walk up to a super long line)
Me: Sylar? Why this line?
Woman 2: (Looks at Sylar, goes wide eyed, she moves out of the line, the rest of the line follows until we’re next to pay)
Cashier: (Gulps, starts sweating) hel...hello. Did you find...find...everything you were...were looking for?
Sylar: (looks at him with the evil stare) No. Your prices are a bit too high
Cashier: (to the point of fainting) then...then...it’s (squeaks) free. (faints)
Sylar: (Takes his groceries) come on Nicole! (Grinning from ear to ear)
Me: (Looking for his car) wow, is it always like that when you buy groceries?
Sylar: Actually, no! I actually have no idea why they were that scared. Usually, I get a lot of staring. I NEVER get screams or free stuff.
Me: (looks at his face, goes wide eyed) uh...uh...THERE’S A SPIDER ON YOUR FACE! (points)
Sylar: (goes wide eyed) AHHHHHHHHHH!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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: WHAT!?
Spock: You need not yell. I must discuss something of rather importance with you.
Sylar: DUDE! I’M NOT TALKING WITH YOU. I DON’T LIKE YOU.
Spock: Take a number. But of course, what I must speak to you are about your misdemeanours against innocent victims.
Sylar: HAH! WHY DON’T YOU TAKE A NUMBER! You aren’t the first to try to change me!
Me: Hey guys! What’s going on?
Sylar: Mister Spock is trying to prevent me from killing people for their power.
Me: (looks at Spock) Really? Trust me, you aren’t the first to try to change him.
Spock: Why is everyone under the impression that this is a tough task to accomplish? Surely someone can change him.
Me: Nope! Sorry! You’d make the logical choice of not trying to change him.
Spock: Very well. (walks back to James T. Kirk)
Kirk: HAH! I TOLD YOU SO!
Spock: -_-
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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: WHAT?! I’M ACTUALLY NOT BUSY SO YOU HAVE MY COMPLETE ATTENTION!
Me: I have a question that has been bothering me for quite a while actually.
Sylar: (goes wide eyed) it’s not one of those “do you like me” kind of questions is it?
Me: NO! Of course not! I was just wondering why you haven’t killed me or ran away from me since I’m like one of your biggest fans!
Sylar: (relieved) OH! It’s because unlike the fan girls...
Raine: AHHH! SYLAR! LET’S GET HIM GIRLS!
Me: (Sits waiting while Sylar gets chased by Raine, Jeslil, Atefeh, Tiff, and StephJP)
Sylar: (Comes back with his shirt missing and his hair messed up) you aren’t as ... fanatical as they are. And because you understand my need for ... (sniffs the air, gets up)
Me: (Sits waiting as Sylar gets lured in by the fan girls again)
Sylar: (comes back half naked with a plate of pumpkin pie) pie! Those are the reasons.
Me: I’m sorry, WHAT?! THAT’S WHY WE’RE FRIENDS?! BECAUSE I’M NOT FANATICAL AND I UNDERSTAND YOUR NEED FOR PIE?!
Sylar: (Looks shocked) umm...
Me: Yup, that seems right.
Sylar: -_-
Sylar: YEAH?! WHAT?! (Trips and falls down the stairs, knocks his head pretty hard)
Me: OH MY GOSH! (Runs to his side, holds his head up) ARE YOU OKAY?
Sylar: (Sits upright, rubs his head) where am I? What happened?
Me: You’re in the park. You just tripped and fell down those stairs.
Sylar: Oh. Another question...Who are you?
Me: I’m your friend... (Worried) Nicole.
Sylar: Oh, okay. Um. Who am I?
Me: (Shocked, goes wide eyed) You don’t know who you are? Your name is Gabriel Gray! SYLAR!
Sylar: So my name is Sylar? And you’re my girlfriend?
Me: (Blushes, giggles) I’m not your girlfriend and yes, your name is Sylar.
Sylar: But you are a girl and you are my friend so therefore, a girlfriend?
Me: Sure (giggles) let’s go and try to get your memory back
Sylar: Okay. (gets up)
(We walk by a guy selling pumpkin pie; Sylar has no reaction towards this)
Me: Wait! What did we just pass by?
Sylar: A pumpkin pie stand?
Me: (Dumbfounded) let’s keep going...
(We walk by a ton of fan girls, he does not run or fly away, and I continue my disbelief)
Me: Okay, this is seriously freaking me... (I trip on a tree branch and this makes me fall on Sylar, who also falls)
Sylar: (hits his head again) Ouch, my head hurts. Nicole, why are you on top of me?
Me: (Blushed, gets up) I’m sorry, I tripped and fell on you...WAIT. Did you just say my name?
Sylar: Yes...what’s the matter?
Me: WHAT’S YOUR NAME?
Sylar: Sylar...did I have amnesia or some... (sniffs the air) I SMELL PIE.
Me: -_-
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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: (opens his front door) WHAT?!
Me: I’M SO BORED. Entertain me.
Sylar: Oh. Um, I was just going to the grocery store. Um, you want to come with me?
Me: Sure, it might entertain me. (trudging to his car because of my boredom)
(10 minutes later, we arrive at the grocery store. We enter the grocery store, we get many looks of fear)
Sylar: (Getting a basket, woman is in the way) Excuse me.
Woman: AHHHHH! (Runs and drops everything she was holding)
(We walk through the store, grabbing something in every aisle, still getting horrified stares and screams)
Man: HEY YOU! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT COMING IN HERE AND SCARING EVERYONE.
Sylar: (turns around) Excuse me? (Looks him dead straight in the eye)
Man: (goes wide eyed) UM NEVER MIND. (Turns around, screams and runs out the door)
Sylar: Let’s go pay!
(We walk up to a super long line)
Me: Sylar? Why this line?
Woman 2: (Looks at Sylar, goes wide eyed, she moves out of the line, the rest of the line follows until we’re next to pay)
Cashier: (Gulps, starts sweating) hel...hello. Did you find...find...everything you were...were looking for?
Sylar: (looks at him with the evil stare) No. Your prices are a bit too high
Cashier: (to the point of fainting) then...then...it’s (squeaks) free. (faints)
Sylar: (Takes his groceries) come on Nicole! (Grinning from ear to ear)
Me: (Looking for his car) wow, is it always like that when you buy groceries?
Sylar: Actually, no! I actually have no idea why they were that scared. Usually, I get a lot of staring. I NEVER get screams or free stuff.
Me: (looks at his face, goes wide eyed) uh...uh...THERE’S A SPIDER ON YOUR FACE! (points)
Sylar: (goes wide eyed) AHHHHHHHHHH!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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: WHAT!?
Spock: You need not yell. I must discuss something of rather importance with you.
Sylar: DUDE! I’M NOT TALKING WITH YOU. I DON’T LIKE YOU.
Spock: Take a number. But of course, what I must speak to you are about your misdemeanours against innocent victims.
Sylar: HAH! WHY DON’T YOU TAKE A NUMBER! You aren’t the first to try to change me!
Me: Hey guys! What’s going on?
Sylar: Mister Spock is trying to prevent me from killing people for their power.
Me: (looks at Spock) Really? Trust me, you aren’t the first to try to change him.
Spock: Why is everyone under the impression that this is a tough task to accomplish? Surely someone can change him.
Me: Nope! Sorry! You’d make the logical choice of not trying to change him.
Spock: Very well. (walks back to James T. Kirk)
Kirk: HAH! I TOLD YOU SO!
Spock: -_-
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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: WHAT?! I’M ACTUALLY NOT BUSY SO YOU HAVE MY COMPLETE ATTENTION!
Me: I have a question that has been bothering me for quite a while actually.
Sylar: (goes wide eyed) it’s not one of those “do you like me” kind of questions is it?
Me: NO! Of course not! I was just wondering why you haven’t killed me or ran away from me since I’m like one of your biggest fans!
Sylar: (relieved) OH! It’s because unlike the fan girls...
Raine: AHHH! SYLAR! LET’S GET HIM GIRLS!
Me: (Sits waiting while Sylar gets chased by Raine, Jeslil, Atefeh, Tiff, and StephJP)
Sylar: (Comes back with his shirt missing and his hair messed up) you aren’t as ... fanatical as they are. And because you understand my need for ... (sniffs the air, gets up)
Me: (Sits waiting as Sylar gets lured in by the fan girls again)
Sylar: (comes back half naked with a plate of pumpkin pie) pie! Those are the reasons.
Me: I’m sorry, WHAT?! THAT’S WHY WE’RE FRIENDS?! BECAUSE I’M NOT FANATICAL AND I UNDERSTAND YOUR NEED FOR PIE?!
Sylar: (Looks shocked) umm...
Me: Yup, that seems right.
Sylar: -_-
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Sylar Short Stories: January 27 - 26, 23, 2010
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: -_-
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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: -_-
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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) -_-
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: -_-
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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: -_-
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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) -_-
Sylar Short Stories: January 22 - 17, 2010
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: I’M BUSY AT THE MOMENT! (On the couch watching Finding Nemo, currently paused)
Me: (scoffs) really? Doing what?
Sylar: I can’t say Ah-nem-ee-on-ee! (rewinds, presses play, the part where Nemo has trouble saying anemone)
Me: OH! You honestly can’t say it? Anemone?
Sylar: AMENOENEE! AHNOMNEE!
Me: (slowly) Ah...nem...oh...nee!
Sylar: ah-nom-nom-nee...GARGH! (Mouthing the words, thinking) An M&M ee?
Me: (hits my forehead in frustration) this is just like the time where my friend can’t pronounce synonym
Sylar: That’s easy to say! Syn-nom-min.
Me: This is going to take a while. (Sits down on his couch, presses play to continue watching finding Nemo)
Sylar: CINNAMON and AN M&M E!
Me: -_-
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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: (Gives a bear hug) I CAN’T TALK NOW. I’m busy
Me: Wait just one moment! Why did you just randomly hug me?
Sylar: (hugs a random person) because it’s national hug day and if I don’t, something bad will happen to me.
Me: Says who?
Sylar: Claire! And when I didn’t hug her, I tripped and fell down the stairs!
Me: So you’re going to hug no matter what? (Sylar nods, I smile an evil grin)
(10 minutes later)
Me: HEY SYLAR!
Sylar: (goes wide eyed) I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.
Me: Yes, I know. Here are some people you can hug!
(I stand aside to reveal StephJP, Jeslil, Ziggyeor, Gayle, DestinyRaven, Lisa M, One_of_jennifer, and Steffigoosie grinning ear to ear, near to the point of fainting)
Sylar: Fine. Come on girls, one by one please. (gives each fan a bear hug)
(Each fan squeals after the hug)
Me: (takes in a deep breath) GROUP HUG! (looks at Sylar, fan girls all ready to hug him again)
(We all walk to Sylar who is backing away)
Sylar: NO MORE HUGS! AHHHHH!!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
SyLARR! SyLARR! SyLARR! *COUGH*
Sylar: Jeez, what happened to you.
Me: (Miserably) I’m sick.
Sylar: (Dramatically) MAH HAH! THE TABLES HAVE TURNED!
Me: Wait. What do you mean? (Sylar leaves)
(10 minutes later)
Sylar: Here! I brought you some chicken soup.
Me: (Coughs) thanks! And now I see what you mean by the tables have turned!
Sylar: (Leans in closer, whispers) OH! And by the way
Me: (smiles, hoping to hear “You’re cute”)
Sylar: You’re
Me: (Leaning in more, grinning from ear to ear)
Sylar: Going to need to pay me back.
Me: -_-
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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: WHAT?!
Me: (distressed) HELP ME!
Sylar: Okay! Give me a minute! (Flies out of my house, comes back dressed as Indiana Jones)
Me: What are you doing?
Sylar: (Starts singing the theme song) I’m going to save you!
Me: But I don’t need sav...oh, whatever. Continue
Sylar: (Jumps over my couch, runs out the door, gets into my tree in the backyard, takes out his whip and swings to crash through the window, falls on his butt.) Ouch. (Stands up) TIME FOR SOME BUTT KICKING! I’M HERE TO SAVE YOU! What’s your problem?
Me: (seriously) I had extra pie and I couldn’t finish it.
Sylar: AH HAH! A PROBLEM I CAN FIX WITH A FORK!
Me: (clasps hands together, says dramatically) My hero! *Rolls eyes*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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: WE CAN’T GO TO THE PARK TODAY! I HAVE A DOCTOR’S APPOINTMENT! COME WITH ME!
Me: (Brightens up) Are you sure? Isn’t it going to be a bit weird?
Sylar: (Thinks about it) No...It’s just a yearly check up.
(Drives to the doctor’s building, checks in, Sylar gets called)
(We both enter the room, I look around, on the walls are pictures of clowns, elephants, teddy bears)
Me: Um...Sylar? Is your doctor a paediatr...
Doctor: (Super enthusiastic) Hi Gabriel! How are you today?
Me: (mouthing) Gabriel?
Sylar: Hello doctor sunshine! (huge grin) I’m absolutely ready for the check up!
Doctor: Okay Gabriel, you know the drill, on the table and shirt off.
Me: Eep! (Sylar and Dr. Sunshine look at me) sorry, I have um...a bit of phlegm in my throat. (Sylar takes of his shirt, I literally try to hide my giggling)
Doctor: (takes a Popsicle stick, walks towards him) and the victim says?
Sylar: (opens his mouth) AHHHH.
Me: (Awkwardly sitting in the corner) So Doctor Sunshine, how long have you been Sylar’s, I mean Gabriel’s, paediatrician?
Doctor: Since he was five, I believe! Okay deep breaths Gabriel.
Me: (In awe at how beautiful he breathes)
(couple minutes pass by and the appointment is over)
Doctor: Would you like a lollipop or a sticker Gabriel?
Sylar: LOLLIPOP! NO! STICKER!! LOLLIPOP!
(We leave)
Me: So why do you still go to a paediatrician when you can heal?
Sylar: Because she’s AWESOME! And she gives me a choice between lollipops and stickers.
Me: -_-
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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: WHAT?!
Me: (Standing in his foyer) are you ready to go see the movie yet? We’re going to be late if you don’t hurry.
Sylar: (Scoffs) HAH! I’m always ready. When does the movie start?
Me: In about 20 minutes.
Sylar: (Checks his watch) Let’s go. (Opens the door. Stops) Wait, I forgot my house keys.
Me: (Waits for him to get them from the kitchen) Good?
Sylar: (Nodding) Yes. (We exit, he closes and locks the door. He stops.) Wait, I forgot my wallet.
Me: (Sighs) Hurry up.
Sylar: (unlocks the door and takes five minutes to get his wallet, comes out) okay. Let’s go (starts walking) NO WAIT! I left my oven on!
Me: DUDE! SERIOUSLY? And you said you (in a mocking tone) “are always ready.” Come on Sylar! You have to get your act together! I mean honestly, you are a serial killer and you are so disorganized! JEEZ LOUISE!
Sylar: (Bursts into laughter)
Me: (serious tone) what is so funny?
Sylar: I was kidding about the oven being on, and I had my wallet and my keys in my pocket the whole time! I was just seeing how long it would take to bug you!
Me: -_- That’s mean. (Sniffles, starts to tear up, turn around, whimper tone) you made me yell at you for no reason.
Sylar: Oh, I’m so sorry Nicole. I didn’t mean to! I’m sorry!!! Please forgive me!
Me: (Turns around) AH HAH! (Wipes away forced tears) That took you 3 SECONDS!
Sylar: -_-
Sylar: I’M BUSY AT THE MOMENT! (On the couch watching Finding Nemo, currently paused)
Me: (scoffs) really? Doing what?
Sylar: I can’t say Ah-nem-ee-on-ee! (rewinds, presses play, the part where Nemo has trouble saying anemone)
Me: OH! You honestly can’t say it? Anemone?
Sylar: AMENOENEE! AHNOMNEE!
Me: (slowly) Ah...nem...oh...nee!
Sylar: ah-nom-nom-nee...GARGH! (Mouthing the words, thinking) An M&M ee?
Me: (hits my forehead in frustration) this is just like the time where my friend can’t pronounce synonym
Sylar: That’s easy to say! Syn-nom-min.
Me: This is going to take a while. (Sits down on his couch, presses play to continue watching finding Nemo)
Sylar: CINNAMON and AN M&M E!
Me: -_-
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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: (Gives a bear hug) I CAN’T TALK NOW. I’m busy
Me: Wait just one moment! Why did you just randomly hug me?
Sylar: (hugs a random person) because it’s national hug day and if I don’t, something bad will happen to me.
Me: Says who?
Sylar: Claire! And when I didn’t hug her, I tripped and fell down the stairs!
Me: So you’re going to hug no matter what? (Sylar nods, I smile an evil grin)
(10 minutes later)
Me: HEY SYLAR!
Sylar: (goes wide eyed) I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.
Me: Yes, I know. Here are some people you can hug!
(I stand aside to reveal StephJP, Jeslil, Ziggyeor, Gayle, DestinyRaven, Lisa M, One_of_jennifer, and Steffigoosie grinning ear to ear, near to the point of fainting)
Sylar: Fine. Come on girls, one by one please. (gives each fan a bear hug)
(Each fan squeals after the hug)
Me: (takes in a deep breath) GROUP HUG! (looks at Sylar, fan girls all ready to hug him again)
(We all walk to Sylar who is backing away)
Sylar: NO MORE HUGS! AHHHHH!!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
SyLARR! SyLARR! SyLARR! *COUGH*
Sylar: Jeez, what happened to you.
Me: (Miserably) I’m sick.
Sylar: (Dramatically) MAH HAH! THE TABLES HAVE TURNED!
Me: Wait. What do you mean? (Sylar leaves)
(10 minutes later)
Sylar: Here! I brought you some chicken soup.
Me: (Coughs) thanks! And now I see what you mean by the tables have turned!
Sylar: (Leans in closer, whispers) OH! And by the way
Me: (smiles, hoping to hear “You’re cute”)
Sylar: You’re
Me: (Leaning in more, grinning from ear to ear)
Sylar: Going to need to pay me back.
Me: -_-
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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: WHAT?!
Me: (distressed) HELP ME!
Sylar: Okay! Give me a minute! (Flies out of my house, comes back dressed as Indiana Jones)
Me: What are you doing?
Sylar: (Starts singing the theme song) I’m going to save you!
Me: But I don’t need sav...oh, whatever. Continue
Sylar: (Jumps over my couch, runs out the door, gets into my tree in the backyard, takes out his whip and swings to crash through the window, falls on his butt.) Ouch. (Stands up) TIME FOR SOME BUTT KICKING! I’M HERE TO SAVE YOU! What’s your problem?
Me: (seriously) I had extra pie and I couldn’t finish it.
Sylar: AH HAH! A PROBLEM I CAN FIX WITH A FORK!
Me: (clasps hands together, says dramatically) My hero! *Rolls eyes*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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: WE CAN’T GO TO THE PARK TODAY! I HAVE A DOCTOR’S APPOINTMENT! COME WITH ME!
Me: (Brightens up) Are you sure? Isn’t it going to be a bit weird?
Sylar: (Thinks about it) No...It’s just a yearly check up.
(Drives to the doctor’s building, checks in, Sylar gets called)
(We both enter the room, I look around, on the walls are pictures of clowns, elephants, teddy bears)
Me: Um...Sylar? Is your doctor a paediatr...
Doctor: (Super enthusiastic) Hi Gabriel! How are you today?
Me: (mouthing) Gabriel?
Sylar: Hello doctor sunshine! (huge grin) I’m absolutely ready for the check up!
Doctor: Okay Gabriel, you know the drill, on the table and shirt off.
Me: Eep! (Sylar and Dr. Sunshine look at me) sorry, I have um...a bit of phlegm in my throat. (Sylar takes of his shirt, I literally try to hide my giggling)
Doctor: (takes a Popsicle stick, walks towards him) and the victim says?
Sylar: (opens his mouth) AHHHH.
Me: (Awkwardly sitting in the corner) So Doctor Sunshine, how long have you been Sylar’s, I mean Gabriel’s, paediatrician?
Doctor: Since he was five, I believe! Okay deep breaths Gabriel.
Me: (In awe at how beautiful he breathes)
(couple minutes pass by and the appointment is over)
Doctor: Would you like a lollipop or a sticker Gabriel?
Sylar: LOLLIPOP! NO! STICKER!! LOLLIPOP!
(We leave)
Me: So why do you still go to a paediatrician when you can heal?
Sylar: Because she’s AWESOME! And she gives me a choice between lollipops and stickers.
Me: -_-
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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: WHAT?!
Me: (Standing in his foyer) are you ready to go see the movie yet? We’re going to be late if you don’t hurry.
Sylar: (Scoffs) HAH! I’m always ready. When does the movie start?
Me: In about 20 minutes.
Sylar: (Checks his watch) Let’s go. (Opens the door. Stops) Wait, I forgot my house keys.
Me: (Waits for him to get them from the kitchen) Good?
Sylar: (Nodding) Yes. (We exit, he closes and locks the door. He stops.) Wait, I forgot my wallet.
Me: (Sighs) Hurry up.
Sylar: (unlocks the door and takes five minutes to get his wallet, comes out) okay. Let’s go (starts walking) NO WAIT! I left my oven on!
Me: DUDE! SERIOUSLY? And you said you (in a mocking tone) “are always ready.” Come on Sylar! You have to get your act together! I mean honestly, you are a serial killer and you are so disorganized! JEEZ LOUISE!
Sylar: (Bursts into laughter)
Me: (serious tone) what is so funny?
Sylar: I was kidding about the oven being on, and I had my wallet and my keys in my pocket the whole time! I was just seeing how long it would take to bug you!
Me: -_- That’s mean. (Sniffles, starts to tear up, turn around, whimper tone) you made me yell at you for no reason.
Sylar: Oh, I’m so sorry Nicole. I didn’t mean to! I’m sorry!!! Please forgive me!
Me: (Turns around) AH HAH! (Wipes away forced tears) That took you 3 SECONDS!
Sylar: -_-
Sylar Short Stories: January 16 - 12, 2010
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: HELP ME FIRST!
Me: With what?
Sylar: There are some fan girls after me again!
Me: OH...well you can’t blame them.
Sylar: (Looking right and left) okay, well this is my last resort! (Changes into me)
Me: (Jaw drops) oh...my...gosh. YOU LOOK LIKE ME!
Sylar: (As me, same voice, same everything) I’m basically your twin. AND THAT’S WHAT YOU ARE GOING TO SAY WHEN THE FAN GIRLS COME OR ELSE
(In just a short time, Revica, Tiff, Goldenrod1034, Zachsfire, Jeslil, Steffigoosie, Angel, and May arrive)
Jeslil: Hey Nicole...um...(Looks at both Sylar and I, trying to figure out who is who)
Me: hi Jeslil (stands up to hug her, sits back down)
Angel: Who’s that? Your twin?
Me: Um (looks at Sylar, who looks like me [don’t forget this]) yes...
Revica: What’s your sister’s name?
Me: Sy...(Sylar cups my mouth to prevent me from speaking)
Sylar: (Dramatically) My name is Sylvia.
Tiff: Hello Sylvia! Nice to meet you! So Nicole, have you seen Sylar lately?
Sylar (Sylvia): (Almost shouting) NO!( Very quickly says) He’s not here! He’s never been here, he’s not even in the same city. Did you know he went to Nicaragua?
(Steffigoosie and May look each other with their eyebrows raised)
Goldenrod: That’s impossible! We just saw him 6 minutes and 54 seconds ago with...Nicole!
Me: (Looks at Sylar) Yes, Sylvia, would you care to explain this white lie to my friends?
Sylar: (scoffs) I’m not lying... (Everyone starts to close in on him, he gets up) Now there’s no need to get hasty (Changes back into Sylar) SEE YEAH! (Starts running, fan girls start chasing after him)
Me: (starts counting) 5...4...3...2...1
Sylar: (trips and fan girls start to “attack”) Nicole! Don’t just stand there! (Shirt comes off)
Me: Sorry! My mom needs me to help her bake some pies! See you later (walks away)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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: WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT!
Me: What are you doing?
Sylar: (Standing by a toaster) you know how when you toast bread and when it’s done you flinch? Well I’m trying not to flinch and I almost got it.
Me: You’re never going to not flinch.
Sylar: OH YEAH?! YOU WANNA BET?
Me: YEAH! How about if you don’t flinch when it pops up, I’ll bake you 10 pumpkin pies.
Sylar: Sure. (Super confident) Why not?
Me: Well what about if you do flinch?
Sylar: Fine...If I flinch, which I won’t by the way, then I’ll (thinks) give you...a...hug?
Me: Okay fine. Deal?
Sylar: Deal (shakes hands, the toaster pops and Sylar screams and jumps in the air)
Me: (Bursts out laughing) SUCKER!
Sylar: (Face is all red) that nearly gave me a heart attack!
Me: I KNOW! That was freaking funny though. Now give me a hug!
Sylar: -_- (*hugs*)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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: Wake up, you should be paying attention in class...
Me: (wakes up) Uggh... (takes out phone, texts Sylar.) “Get me out of class”
(Couple of boring minutes pass by)
Cop: (knocks on door, enters classroom, looks me dead in the eye) Excuse me, is there a Nicole present in this classroom?
Teacher: Yes, she’s sitting over there. Is there a problem officer?
Cop: Yes there is actually. Nicole’s finger prints were found at a possible murder scene yesterday.
Me: (freaking out inside, thinking to myself, stands up) IT WAS SELF DEFENCE AND IT WAS ONLY A GUN SHOT WOUND
(Everyone else around me with shocked expressions)
Cop: Can you please come with me downtown?
Me: (Takes stuff with me) fine.
(The cop and I leave the room, after a couple of steps I slap him in the arm, the cop transforms back into Sylar)
Sylar: What the heck was that for? And did you actually shoot someone?
Me: OF COURSE NOT! And I knew it was you! YOUR EYEBROWS DIDN’T CHANGE.
Sylar: (Feels his eyebrows) Oh, huh! My eyebrows are awesome
Me:-_-
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo!
Sylar: MY NAME IS SYLAR! And WHO ARE YOU?!
Brother: (Taken aback) Oh, I’m Nicole’s brother; she wanted to give you a message because she couldn’t see you today.
Sylar: (Sceptical) proceed...
Brother: (takes out piece of paper, clears throat) I HATE YOU SO MUCH RIGHT NOW! YOU RUINED MY LIFE! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU DID THIS TO ME. I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU KISSED HER. WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU! WE ARE NO LONGER FRIENDS. I HATE YOU.
Sylar: (Wide eyed) Nicole said that TO ME? WHAT COULD I HAVE DONE TO HER?
Brother: (looks at the piece of paper, wide eyed) OH! I’m sorry, that’s the wrong note!
Sylar: (calms down) Oh, that’s good. I thought you were serious.
Brother: (Takes out another note, clears throat) dear Sylar. I left you something in your jacket pocket. (brother leaves)
Sylar: (Sceptical, reaches into his jacket pocket, pulls out a piece of paper)
(The note says “You’re just so damn cute”)
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!
Sylar: (Sleeping on his couch, snoring)
Me: YES! (Covers my mouth, runs into his kitchen) hehehehehe. (Takes Pumpkin pie and whip cream from kitchen)
Sylar: (Snores louder, laughs in his sleep)
Me: (Carefully opens Sylar’s left hand, puts whip cream on hand, I start eating the pie, tickles his nose)
Sylar: (Right hand waves off the feather)
Me: (Whispers to myself) seriously?
Sylar: (Still sleeping) Seriously. (Left hand with whip cream grabs pie from table and starts eating it)
Me: You’re such a pig.
Sylar: (Wakes up, still chewing his pie) why are you here? What’s on my hand? AND WHAT AM I EATING?
Me: Whip cream and you’re eating pumpkin pie.
Sylar: Oh. Okay. (Licks his hand) I need more.
Me: So you don’t care that you happen to wake up eating pie?
Sylar: (grabs the whip cream can, sprays it into his mouth, then smiles) NOPE!
Me: -_-
Sylar: HELP ME FIRST!
Me: With what?
Sylar: There are some fan girls after me again!
Me: OH...well you can’t blame them.
Sylar: (Looking right and left) okay, well this is my last resort! (Changes into me)
Me: (Jaw drops) oh...my...gosh. YOU LOOK LIKE ME!
Sylar: (As me, same voice, same everything) I’m basically your twin. AND THAT’S WHAT YOU ARE GOING TO SAY WHEN THE FAN GIRLS COME OR ELSE
(In just a short time, Revica, Tiff, Goldenrod1034, Zachsfire, Jeslil, Steffigoosie, Angel, and May arrive)
Jeslil: Hey Nicole...um...(Looks at both Sylar and I, trying to figure out who is who)
Me: hi Jeslil (stands up to hug her, sits back down)
Angel: Who’s that? Your twin?
Me: Um (looks at Sylar, who looks like me [don’t forget this]) yes...
Revica: What’s your sister’s name?
Me: Sy...(Sylar cups my mouth to prevent me from speaking)
Sylar: (Dramatically) My name is Sylvia.
Tiff: Hello Sylvia! Nice to meet you! So Nicole, have you seen Sylar lately?
Sylar (Sylvia): (Almost shouting) NO!( Very quickly says) He’s not here! He’s never been here, he’s not even in the same city. Did you know he went to Nicaragua?
(Steffigoosie and May look each other with their eyebrows raised)
Goldenrod: That’s impossible! We just saw him 6 minutes and 54 seconds ago with...Nicole!
Me: (Looks at Sylar) Yes, Sylvia, would you care to explain this white lie to my friends?
Sylar: (scoffs) I’m not lying... (Everyone starts to close in on him, he gets up) Now there’s no need to get hasty (Changes back into Sylar) SEE YEAH! (Starts running, fan girls start chasing after him)
Me: (starts counting) 5...4...3...2...1
Sylar: (trips and fan girls start to “attack”) Nicole! Don’t just stand there! (Shirt comes off)
Me: Sorry! My mom needs me to help her bake some pies! See you later (walks away)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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: WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT!
Me: What are you doing?
Sylar: (Standing by a toaster) you know how when you toast bread and when it’s done you flinch? Well I’m trying not to flinch and I almost got it.
Me: You’re never going to not flinch.
Sylar: OH YEAH?! YOU WANNA BET?
Me: YEAH! How about if you don’t flinch when it pops up, I’ll bake you 10 pumpkin pies.
Sylar: Sure. (Super confident) Why not?
Me: Well what about if you do flinch?
Sylar: Fine...If I flinch, which I won’t by the way, then I’ll (thinks) give you...a...hug?
Me: Okay fine. Deal?
Sylar: Deal (shakes hands, the toaster pops and Sylar screams and jumps in the air)
Me: (Bursts out laughing) SUCKER!
Sylar: (Face is all red) that nearly gave me a heart attack!
Me: I KNOW! That was freaking funny though. Now give me a hug!
Sylar: -_- (*hugs*)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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: Wake up, you should be paying attention in class...
Me: (wakes up) Uggh... (takes out phone, texts Sylar.) “Get me out of class”
(Couple of boring minutes pass by)
Cop: (knocks on door, enters classroom, looks me dead in the eye) Excuse me, is there a Nicole present in this classroom?
Teacher: Yes, she’s sitting over there. Is there a problem officer?
Cop: Yes there is actually. Nicole’s finger prints were found at a possible murder scene yesterday.
Me: (freaking out inside, thinking to myself, stands up) IT WAS SELF DEFENCE AND IT WAS ONLY A GUN SHOT WOUND
(Everyone else around me with shocked expressions)
Cop: Can you please come with me downtown?
Me: (Takes stuff with me) fine.
(The cop and I leave the room, after a couple of steps I slap him in the arm, the cop transforms back into Sylar)
Sylar: What the heck was that for? And did you actually shoot someone?
Me: OF COURSE NOT! And I knew it was you! YOUR EYEBROWS DIDN’T CHANGE.
Sylar: (Feels his eyebrows) Oh, huh! My eyebrows are awesome
Me:-_-
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo! Sylo!
Sylar: MY NAME IS SYLAR! And WHO ARE YOU?!
Brother: (Taken aback) Oh, I’m Nicole’s brother; she wanted to give you a message because she couldn’t see you today.
Sylar: (Sceptical) proceed...
Brother: (takes out piece of paper, clears throat) I HATE YOU SO MUCH RIGHT NOW! YOU RUINED MY LIFE! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU DID THIS TO ME. I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU KISSED HER. WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU! WE ARE NO LONGER FRIENDS. I HATE YOU.
Sylar: (Wide eyed) Nicole said that TO ME? WHAT COULD I HAVE DONE TO HER?
Brother: (looks at the piece of paper, wide eyed) OH! I’m sorry, that’s the wrong note!
Sylar: (calms down) Oh, that’s good. I thought you were serious.
Brother: (Takes out another note, clears throat) dear Sylar. I left you something in your jacket pocket. (brother leaves)
Sylar: (Sceptical, reaches into his jacket pocket, pulls out a piece of paper)
(The note says “You’re just so damn cute”)
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!
Sylar: (Sleeping on his couch, snoring)
Me: YES! (Covers my mouth, runs into his kitchen) hehehehehe. (Takes Pumpkin pie and whip cream from kitchen)
Sylar: (Snores louder, laughs in his sleep)
Me: (Carefully opens Sylar’s left hand, puts whip cream on hand, I start eating the pie, tickles his nose)
Sylar: (Right hand waves off the feather)
Me: (Whispers to myself) seriously?
Sylar: (Still sleeping) Seriously. (Left hand with whip cream grabs pie from table and starts eating it)
Me: You’re such a pig.
Sylar: (Wakes up, still chewing his pie) why are you here? What’s on my hand? AND WHAT AM I EATING?
Me: Whip cream and you’re eating pumpkin pie.
Sylar: Oh. Okay. (Licks his hand) I need more.
Me: So you don’t care that you happen to wake up eating pie?
Sylar: (grabs the whip cream can, sprays it into his mouth, then smiles) NOPE!
Me: -_-
Sylar Short Stories: January 11 - 7, 2010
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: (In a tree) WHAT?! I’M A LITTLE BUSY HERE!
Me: (Sceptical) what are you doing?
Sylar: WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE I’M DOING? I’m going to take my whip and swing over to the next tree LIKE IN INDIANA JONES!
Me: (notices that Sylar is dressed exactly like Indiana Jones) okay. (Starts to walk away)
Sylar: NO! Stay! You need to watch my awesomeness!
Me: (turns around) Okay.
Sylar: (Takes a deep breath, starts singing the Indiana Jones song, whips his whip and it catches the branch) get ready to see some awesome! (Jumps off tree, branch breaks, he falls on his back)
Me: (Eyes wide open, runs to his side) OH MY GOSH! Are you okay? (Looks at his stomach, a tree branch pokes through)
Sylar: Yeah, sure! I mean, THERE IS A TREE BRANCH STICKING OUT OF MY STOMACH! Take it out. NOW!
Me: (Grabs the branch and with a tug it slides right out) lovely. You know if I you sign this tree branch, I could sell it on EBay and some super obsessed fan would totally buy this.
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!
Sylar: WHAT?!
Me: Do you want to play a game of soccer?
Sylar: Sure! (Mumbling to himself) This is going to be so easy.
(Gets onto the field)
Me: READY GIRLS?!
DobbyJunior, Raine, May, Persephone, Ziggyeor, and Atefeh: READY!
Sylar: When did those fan girls get there?
(Soccer ball falls down from sky)
Me: (Sylar and I running towards ball, Sylar gets it first) who you going pass it to? You’re the only one on the team MUWHAHAHA.
Sylar: (Evil look) I can use my power. (Attempts to use power, doesn’t work) What?
Me: (Kicks the ball from Sylar, accidently kicking him in the shin) Oops (runs towards the net at the goalie) GIRLS! I NEED SOME HELP HERE!
Sylar: (Lying on the floor in pain, grabbing his shin) THAT REALLY HURT!
(All the fan girls run towards Sylar and kneel by him, some stroking his leg, another massaging his shoulders)
Ziggyeor: Don’t worry, we’ll kiss it better!
Sylar: NO! NO KISSING!
Me: (WAKES UP in my living room on the couch, sees Sylar on the floor in pain) Hey! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY LIVING ROOM?
Sylar: WHY DID YOU KICK ME IN THE SHIN?
Me: I kicked you in the shin? WHILE I WAS SLEEPING? AWESOME! No, seriously, what are you doing here?
Sylar: I was going to scare you. AND THEN YOU KICKED ME.
Me: Well that’s what you get for trying to scare me.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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: WHAT?!
Me: Guess what my mom said? She said that if I finish washing her car, SHE’S GOING TO GIVE ME PUMPKIN PIE! And you know I COULD give you some, if you help me...
Sylar: (Eyes bulge) REALLY? OKAY! YEAH! (goes to get the hose in the backyard)
Me: (Yells) Actually I think I’ll just give you my piece!
Sylar: (Pops out of nowhere right in front of me while I throw a bucket of water onto the car, which splashes him) REALLY!?
Me: Oh my gosh, I’m sorry Sylar. You came out of nowhere
Sylar: I DON’T CARE. (Takes off shirt, whips hair to get water off) CAN I REALLY HAVE YOUR PIECE?
Me: (Mouth wide open, what I see happens in slow motion, heart literally melting) Yes...
Sylar: (Jumps up and down) Yipee! (Washes the car)
Me: (Mouth still open) Oh wow, Sylar half naked on my driveway. Somewhere, the minds of fan girls are exploding.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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!
Me: WHERE ARE YOU?! (Sees Sylar sleeping, starting to quietly leave)
Sylar: (Snoring, on the couch, cradling a teddy bear, mumbling) WAIT!
Me: (Stands still, turns around) what?
Sylar: (Still sleeping, mumbling) you need...you need to help...me find him
Me: (Giggling, going along, takes phone out to record) find who Sylar?
Sylar: (Snores) Waldo.
Me: (Giggling even louder) why do you want to find Waldo?
Sylar: (Turns over to the other side) because he...he has a power.
Me: (curious) what kind of power does Waldo have? The power to hide?
Sylar: (Snores) No...no...the power... the power... to have rubber duckies to appear out of nowhere. The duckies can eat the purple ... the purple... marshmallows. The marshmallows...purple...are the enemy of the yellow duck.
Me: (Bursts into laughter, waking Sylar)
Sylar: (Gets up and uses his power to hold me to the wall, in a serious tone) what are you doing here?
Me: (Still laughing, holds up my phone) Watch this.
Sylar: (Eyes bulge) this really happened? Why do I have no memory of this?
Me: Maybe your teddy bear knows (giggles while points at his teddy bear)
Sylar: Yes, maybe Mister Snuggles can explain the purple marshmallows!
Me: -_-
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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: OH MY GOSH (Grinning from ear to ear) ARE YOU SEEING THIS?
Me: (Looks around, there are pumpkin pies everywhere) Yes, I’m seeing this. Oh my gosh.
Sylar: (Reaches out to grab one, all of a sudden someone from behind the pie grabs his hands and ties them up) HEY! WHAT THE HECK! NICOLE!
Me: Why are you looking at me? I’m not doing anything...
Sylar: (Looks down, feet tied up, pumpkins fall down from the shelf) NO! THE HORROR!
(Gayle walks towards Sylar, soon comes Lisa M, Kannbrown, Babysteps, Revica, and MLadyArtist )
Sylar: (Panicking) NICOLE! HELP ME UNTIE THESE ROPES BEFORE THEY GET ME!
Me: (sitting on a chair eating a pumpkin pie, mouth full) WOT?
Sylar: (falls to the ground, the girls kneels by him) AHHH...wait, they aren’t going to kill me... (A fan girl rubs her fingers through his hair, another takes off his jacket) Heh, I kind of like this... (A fan girl takes a piece of pie and feeds it to him) EWW THIS IS PRUNE PIE AND WHAT IS THAT POKING MY BACK?!
Sylar: (opens his eyes, lying in the park)
Me: (stops poking him) have a nice nap sleeping beauty?
Sylar: (frazzled) It was just a dream?! I didn’t eat prune pie and there aren’t any fan girls drooling all over me at this moment?
Me: NOPE, no fan girls! Well okay, me...
Sylar: -_-
Sylar: (In a tree) WHAT?! I’M A LITTLE BUSY HERE!
Me: (Sceptical) what are you doing?
Sylar: WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE I’M DOING? I’m going to take my whip and swing over to the next tree LIKE IN INDIANA JONES!
Me: (notices that Sylar is dressed exactly like Indiana Jones) okay. (Starts to walk away)
Sylar: NO! Stay! You need to watch my awesomeness!
Me: (turns around) Okay.
Sylar: (Takes a deep breath, starts singing the Indiana Jones song, whips his whip and it catches the branch) get ready to see some awesome! (Jumps off tree, branch breaks, he falls on his back)
Me: (Eyes wide open, runs to his side) OH MY GOSH! Are you okay? (Looks at his stomach, a tree branch pokes through)
Sylar: Yeah, sure! I mean, THERE IS A TREE BRANCH STICKING OUT OF MY STOMACH! Take it out. NOW!
Me: (Grabs the branch and with a tug it slides right out) lovely. You know if I you sign this tree branch, I could sell it on EBay and some super obsessed fan would totally buy this.
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!
Sylar: WHAT?!
Me: Do you want to play a game of soccer?
Sylar: Sure! (Mumbling to himself) This is going to be so easy.
(Gets onto the field)
Me: READY GIRLS?!
DobbyJunior, Raine, May, Persephone, Ziggyeor, and Atefeh: READY!
Sylar: When did those fan girls get there?
(Soccer ball falls down from sky)
Me: (Sylar and I running towards ball, Sylar gets it first) who you going pass it to? You’re the only one on the team MUWHAHAHA.
Sylar: (Evil look) I can use my power. (Attempts to use power, doesn’t work) What?
Me: (Kicks the ball from Sylar, accidently kicking him in the shin) Oops (runs towards the net at the goalie) GIRLS! I NEED SOME HELP HERE!
Sylar: (Lying on the floor in pain, grabbing his shin) THAT REALLY HURT!
(All the fan girls run towards Sylar and kneel by him, some stroking his leg, another massaging his shoulders)
Ziggyeor: Don’t worry, we’ll kiss it better!
Sylar: NO! NO KISSING!
Me: (WAKES UP in my living room on the couch, sees Sylar on the floor in pain) Hey! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY LIVING ROOM?
Sylar: WHY DID YOU KICK ME IN THE SHIN?
Me: I kicked you in the shin? WHILE I WAS SLEEPING? AWESOME! No, seriously, what are you doing here?
Sylar: I was going to scare you. AND THEN YOU KICKED ME.
Me: Well that’s what you get for trying to scare me.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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: WHAT?!
Me: Guess what my mom said? She said that if I finish washing her car, SHE’S GOING TO GIVE ME PUMPKIN PIE! And you know I COULD give you some, if you help me...
Sylar: (Eyes bulge) REALLY? OKAY! YEAH! (goes to get the hose in the backyard)
Me: (Yells) Actually I think I’ll just give you my piece!
Sylar: (Pops out of nowhere right in front of me while I throw a bucket of water onto the car, which splashes him) REALLY!?
Me: Oh my gosh, I’m sorry Sylar. You came out of nowhere
Sylar: I DON’T CARE. (Takes off shirt, whips hair to get water off) CAN I REALLY HAVE YOUR PIECE?
Me: (Mouth wide open, what I see happens in slow motion, heart literally melting) Yes...
Sylar: (Jumps up and down) Yipee! (Washes the car)
Me: (Mouth still open) Oh wow, Sylar half naked on my driveway. Somewhere, the minds of fan girls are exploding.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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!
Me: WHERE ARE YOU?! (Sees Sylar sleeping, starting to quietly leave)
Sylar: (Snoring, on the couch, cradling a teddy bear, mumbling) WAIT!
Me: (Stands still, turns around) what?
Sylar: (Still sleeping, mumbling) you need...you need to help...me find him
Me: (Giggling, going along, takes phone out to record) find who Sylar?
Sylar: (Snores) Waldo.
Me: (Giggling even louder) why do you want to find Waldo?
Sylar: (Turns over to the other side) because he...he has a power.
Me: (curious) what kind of power does Waldo have? The power to hide?
Sylar: (Snores) No...no...the power... the power... to have rubber duckies to appear out of nowhere. The duckies can eat the purple ... the purple... marshmallows. The marshmallows...purple...are the enemy of the yellow duck.
Me: (Bursts into laughter, waking Sylar)
Sylar: (Gets up and uses his power to hold me to the wall, in a serious tone) what are you doing here?
Me: (Still laughing, holds up my phone) Watch this.
Sylar: (Eyes bulge) this really happened? Why do I have no memory of this?
Me: Maybe your teddy bear knows (giggles while points at his teddy bear)
Sylar: Yes, maybe Mister Snuggles can explain the purple marshmallows!
Me: -_-
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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: OH MY GOSH (Grinning from ear to ear) ARE YOU SEEING THIS?
Me: (Looks around, there are pumpkin pies everywhere) Yes, I’m seeing this. Oh my gosh.
Sylar: (Reaches out to grab one, all of a sudden someone from behind the pie grabs his hands and ties them up) HEY! WHAT THE HECK! NICOLE!
Me: Why are you looking at me? I’m not doing anything...
Sylar: (Looks down, feet tied up, pumpkins fall down from the shelf) NO! THE HORROR!
(Gayle walks towards Sylar, soon comes Lisa M, Kannbrown, Babysteps, Revica, and MLadyArtist )
Sylar: (Panicking) NICOLE! HELP ME UNTIE THESE ROPES BEFORE THEY GET ME!
Me: (sitting on a chair eating a pumpkin pie, mouth full) WOT?
Sylar: (falls to the ground, the girls kneels by him) AHHH...wait, they aren’t going to kill me... (A fan girl rubs her fingers through his hair, another takes off his jacket) Heh, I kind of like this... (A fan girl takes a piece of pie and feeds it to him) EWW THIS IS PRUNE PIE AND WHAT IS THAT POKING MY BACK?!
Sylar: (opens his eyes, lying in the park)
Me: (stops poking him) have a nice nap sleeping beauty?
Sylar: (frazzled) It was just a dream?! I didn’t eat prune pie and there aren’t any fan girls drooling all over me at this moment?
Me: NOPE, no fan girls! Well okay, me...
Sylar: -_-
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)