Sylar Short Stories: August 31, 2011

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Sylar: WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!

Me: The operation went well (smiles, then stops) ouch.

Sylar: (shocked) WHAT?! WHAT OPERATION?! (Grabs my shoulders and turns me around to examine for any scars, etc.)

Me: Don’t you remember? I told you a couple weeks ago.

Sylar: (his eyes widen) WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!

Me: Huh! I guess I didn’t tell you. It must have been Claire.

Sylar: (concerned look) What? Why didn’t you tell me you were going into surgery?

Me: It’s no big deal. It just involved a little infection that required them to slice my upper gums so now it hurts to smile, laugh, and eat. Basically everything to do with lips.

Sylar: (smirks) even (smiles) kiss?!

Me: (rolls eyes) yes, even that.

Sylar: (purses his lips, makes kissing noises, begins to laugh)

Me: (rolls eyes) Ha ha, very funny. I’m actually so hungry. The only things I can actually have are liquids.

Sylar: I have an idea. Follow me.

(10 minutes later)

Me: Where are we going? (continues to walk with Sylar)

Sylar: We’re almost there.

(20 minutes later)

Me: Where are we going?

Sylar: Few more minutes! Trust me, it’s worth all this walking.

(Sylar opens the door to a 50’s inspired diner. We take a seat in a booth)

Waitress: Hi there, what can I get for you two?

Me: (Looks at Sylar) uh ...

Sylar: One strawberry milkshake. Two straws please. Two bendy straws. (looks back at me, smiles)

Waitress: Coming right up.

(5 minutes later)

Waitress: Here you go. Enjoy!

Me: (Sylar and I take a slurp at the same time, faces really close together) That’s really good. (Smiles) Ouch (Flings arms up and I accidently spill the drink onto someone) Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry. Wait... Peter?

Peter: (Jeans, now soaked in strawberry milkshake, looks at us embarrassingly) uh... got to go! (runs out of the diner)

Me: (looks at Sylar, who is laughing) You saw him come in before, didn’t you?

Sylar: (giggles) Yeah, I did. Oh, that was priceless.

Me: (smiles, then laughs, no pain at all)

Sylar: Wait a minute ... you didn’t flinch at the pain...

Me: uh yeah ... got to go! (runs out of the diner)