Italics- thoughts/ flashbacks/ dreams

Bold- author talking

Underline- narrator talking, known as the main character

Normal- normal story

2150 words

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I pick out an outfit but I'm stuck between two shirts so I put everything else on except the shirts and walk out the closet and turn off the light.

He's sitting on the corner of the bed like usual, cleaning his nails with his other nails. I do that too!

"I'll die if you don't help me right now."

His attention turns to me so quickly it's almost concerning. How does one move that fast?

"I need you to pick between these 2 shirts."

He relaxes and looks at me like I'm goofy before he answers. "The blue one."

I throw the back one on the shelf and untangle the blue one and put it on. Oh, it's sleeveless.

"This will not do," I mutter to myself and walk back in the closet.

I grab the black shirt and it's too small. So I sit on the floor annoyed and look through the clothes that I rarely ever wear to find something that works. It's only Wednesday, I can't be struggling this bad to find clothes only half way through break.

I find a shirt and take off the sleeveless one. He whistles. Soon as I turn around he looks away like he did nothing.

I put the damn shirt on and grab all the things I need.

Like the phones.

That's all.

"Ok let's go before it gets too late."

"10 am is too late?"

"Not yet. That's why we gotta go right now."

He puts his hands on my waist and pulls me closer, "and if we do not?"

"I'll get time anxiety."

I dunno if that's what it's called but if I don't get something done at a certain time I get horrible anxiety and have a breakdown. I don't know how to stop it.

He kisses the back of my hand and stands up, "alright, let's go then."

Heh. I'm so tiny now. I look up at him and wrap my arms around his waist. "I love you so much."

He smiles and wraps his arms around me, "I love you more."

"Ain't no way."

"There is always a way."

"That is the most cliché thing you have ever said."

He quietly laughs and puts my sweater over me. I love my sweater. It's so damn old and barely even a sweater but I love it so damn much.

As much as Pikachu.

Yes, I love the sweater as much as I love Pikachu.

Now I wanna bring him with me.

"I wish people were less judgmental."

"Why?"

"So I could bring Pikachu with me to places and people not be so judgy."

"Bring him with. People would think you're amazing for being yourself."

"Or they could judge me."

"Let them have their cup of judgment. Who said you can't bring toys around with you?"

"Society."

"And who said everyone should be themselves and do whatever makes them happy?"

"Society." And Athena.

"Why worry about what they think when they can't figure out their own thoughts?"

"I don't know."

"Precisely."

I look at Pikachu on the bed beside me. That was so damn empowering for some reason. I could do anything now. I grab Pikachu's ear and pull him to me.

"Thanks."

He runs his fingers through my hair and kisses my forehead.

Suddenly we appear in front of Target. "I'll never get used to the magic houdini shit."

He grins, "good. Your face is priceless every time." His mood suddenly shifts to curiosity and seriousness. "Do you feel the cold?"

"What cold?"

"The cold during teleporting."

"There's cold? I don't even feel the part where we teleport anymore. It's too fast."

He looks at me strangely before walking us into the store. Now I'm the curious one.

"Tell me about the cold."

"Everytime I teleport, the air becomes freezing for however long it takes."

I grab a cart and we head to the clothes while I also hug Pikachu, becoming oddly aware of everyone around me.

"How cold does the air get?"

"Negative 129 degrees."

My brain stops functioning for a second, "how the fuck? That's like a degree different from Antarctica in 2010. How is that possible?"

So long ago.

He looks at the ground confused. A second later he looks like he remembered something. "The imperial system is so dumb. I mean negative 200 degrees."

"That's even worse! How the fuck are you still alive?"

His look says, 'you know exactly how and I ain't going to say it because it's obvious, you dumb bitch.'

Now I feel bad, "I'm sorry."

He grabs my hand and shrugs like it shouldn't matter. For the sake of everything I'll ignore it.

"What do you imagine 'shower clothes' are?"

"Something you can wear in water."

"Almost everything."

"Yeah but it has to be cute and the shirt gotta be short and the shorts too or like waterproof underwear if that's a thing."

"Get a bikini."

"I hate those. They don't even cover anything. I don't wanna buy some strings for 50 dollars."

He looks concerned, "really?"

"Yeah. Maybe I got something back at the house and we can just walk around the store now."

"Was that your original plan?"

"Yea."

It's gotten too quiet between us. I know it's been half a second but I gotta talk so he doesn't get sad because it's him that gets sad when I don't talk. Definitely not me.

I don't have an obsession with talking at all, nope.

"So what do you think of moving above hell, to earth, where there is an actual sun?"

"It's enticing."

I'm too tired to try and remember what that word means. All I know is that it's good.

"Good. And sorry for trying to fill your house with shit and then move out a few months later."

"It's fine. Stop apologizing for everything."

"Sorry."

He gives me the side eye before pulling me closer to him. A person quickly walks by.

Well they're in a rush.

I put Pikachu between me and him. No crusty musty people get to see him.

"We gotta talk."

I wanna sound serious.

"We've been talking."

I guess I failed.

"I want people to know about you."

He looks down at me confused, "people do know about me. I don't have a reputation for nothing."

"But I want everyone to know that you and I are together. Are we together?" He nods. Yay. "I feel like I'm living some double life and I don't wanna keep trying to act normal or whatever when you're always around, not that it's bad or anything but I don't like it. I don't want people to keep thinking I'm crazy talking to no one. And it would make life easier and the future easier."

Imagine he says-

"No."

I thought I was gonna finally get rid of the stress. That took so much courage to say.

I'm disappointed.

He squeezes my hand, "I'm joking my crippled butterfly. I'll 'properly' meet everyone," he mocks.

"Really?"

"Yes."

I'd kiss his nose in appreciation but I physically cannot so I wrap my arm around his waist, "thanks."

I'm so happy and relieved. I'll worry about it later, stress isn't good.

Stress is my closest friend.

"You should be visible right now."

"But will I?"

I turn the cart so it doesn't hit the shelf thingy or anyone else. I wish people would leave the store. Why do they have to be here when I'm here?

"You will."

"How are you so sure?"

"Because you like seeing me happy."

He sighs, "manipulation at its best."

Heh. He snaps his fingers and some random lady does a double take towards us in shock.

I guess he appeared out of thin air to her. That's hilarious, poor lady. I don't see any differences though.

"Do they see you as you?"

"Hell no. That's not possible."

"Why not?"

"They don't have any of my soul."

"Give everyone some than. They gotta see how hot you are."

His already non existent brain cells work together and try to focus on what I just said.

I would put Pikachu in the seat thing on the cart but I won't let all the germs be on my son. I don't understand how people put their kids in these.

Maybe it's to build their immune system.

"Too much energy."

"You just don't want to do it."

"Bingo."

I hate bingo. The song is cool tho.

"What if I tell them about you right after shopping?"

"If that's what you want then alright."

It's not but I wanna get it over with. The faster the better.

We walk around the store some more. I think I've gotten everything at Target. Most of the things I want I either have or have something that's in the same category. Maybe I'll buy a book, I haven't done that in a while.

"What book should I get?"

"The wasp factory."

"What is it about?"

"A murderous boy and his psychotic older brother who escaped the asylum."

"Is it good?"

He shrugs, "I love it."

He loves to watch crazy horror movies though. I don't wanna read a crazy book and get traumatized. I'm sure it's good but I gotta find a book that isn't about murderers.

"Ok how about one that isn't crazy?"

"Girl in the locked room."

The title is sus. "What's it about?"

"Exactly what I just said. It's a ghost story. Read it."

"Actually all my reading motivation disappeared and I'm too lazy to."

He looks at me like, 'bitch that's pathetic. Get the damn story and read it.'

We aren't even by the book area.

He makes the book appear in his hand and he holds it in front of me. "Take it."

I do and look at the cover and the back cover and everything else I gotta look at. Even the price.

"It cost too much."

"Shhhh. Don't worry about that."

"But I have too. I'm not buying it, it's too much."

"Who said you were paying?"

He sounds offended. I already told him I don't want him to keep buying everything for me. "Me."

"Not in this universe. Now put it in the cart. I know you will love that story."

I put it in the cart cuz I guess I don't have any other option. I mean, I know I do but who am I to turn down a free book?

Like come on, a free book is a free book.

"Okay. Now what?"

He only stares at the other end of the store. Nothing that isn't normal at all. Who doesn't like to stare across a whole ass store, rigidly still?

"What you staring at?" He doesn't respond. "I'll beat your ass if you don't answer."

He looks down at me, "in what way?"

What the fuck is he talking about?

"I don't know. Why were you looking across the store?"

"To see what's there."

"What's there?"

"Batteries and TVs."

Well that's interesting. I thought there would be a demon or something.

"This is now getting boring. Let's leave."

We walked to the front of the store. There's only 2 registers open, there's no lines.

I hand the lady the book cuz that's all there is. Waist of a cart. She scans the book and my manz does the card thing to pay for it.

I love calling him my manz.

The lady has the prettiest fuckin nails I've ever seen. "You have pretty nails."

Her face lights up, "awe thank you babe, I did them myself."

"That's so fuckin cool. You should do my nails one day."

She stops looking miserable and looks a bit happier, "oh of course babes, maybe the next time we see each other."

"It's a date."

She nods in agreement.

Death puts his card in my hand like it's mine, goofy man. I put it in his pants pocket. Stupid leather pants.

"Have a good day," she says.

"You too!"

He does the 'bye' wave.

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We're back at the house, well big apartment actually. It should qualify as a house since it has two floors.

I got them this damn apartment, I will call it a house if I want to. The house that roommates with other houses in the same building.

Yeah.

Well anyways I'm sitting on the couch with my legs perpendicular over his and my temple on his shoulder, his left arm across my back and his other tracing the black thin lines on my skin very concentrated.

I'm trying to finish the drawing of the girl.

The only noise is the TV in the background and Gracie snoring. And the music I'm listening to.

Everyone left to go do shit they had to do. They'll be back soon and that's when I'll tell them I got me the man.

The suspense is so nerve racking that I shall live in ignorance for the time being and draw like there isn't a care in the world.

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I never read the wasp factory so sorry if I got it wrong. Girl in the locked room is amazing though.