A/N: So this page was supposed to be the dictionary of personal slang that I may use when I talk, but I was doodling, and I drew a picture of Sock, where he though, "Maybe I AM stalling!"  I was thinking about the picture, and thought it would make a great fic.  I'll even try to get the pic. at the top.  Thanks, and happy reading!

"Hey Jonathon!" Sock screamed at his sleeping human, "It's Saturday!  I get the day off, so we should do something fun!"

Jonathon jumped in surprise.  "Sock," he grumbled grumpily, "Yeah, it's Saturday, but I'd like to sleep in."

"But it's seven-thirty!" Sock pouted.

"Yeah, a hour-hour after when I normally wake up," Jonathon pointed out.  He flopped back down on the bed, pulling the blankets up to it just covered his face.

"Oh," Sock sighed, "Okay, sorry for pestering you on my day off, then."  Jonathon had fallen asleep.

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Sock sulked in the kitchen, waiting for Jonathon to wake up so they could play. It was now eight-thirty, and Sock thought Jonathon would be up by now.  "Come on, Jon!" he murmured under his breath.  Then he blinked in surprise, realizing he had just used Jonathon's nickname his mom gave Jonathon.  Sock giggled, saying, "Come on, Jon!" a little louder, though he doubted Jonathon heard it.  Sock wondered if the nickname could be used to annoy Jonathon.  It could be good material to use on Monday.

Sock thought about his job, and began to wonder what it would have been like if he met Jonathon while he was alive.  "Would Jonathon still like me?" Sock pondered, "Yes," Sock decided, "if he likes me as a demon, he'd like me as a human."

"If I were human, we could play basketball together instead of me messing him up while he's playing. We could talk at lunch with out getting stared at.  I could have shown him my dog," Sock thought.  Sock slowly realized something as he thought.  "Oh God..." He whispered, "Maybe I AM stalling!" he felt dread rise up, frightened of what might happen to him or Jonathon if he kept stalling, or if he didn't.  "Sock, come on," he told himself, "A little death never killed anybody!"

A/N: So that was it! I hope you enjoyed! Next page will be of my personal slang that I'll use while writing to people and maybe even use in these Author's notes.  Hope you've liked it so far; Happy reading!