4.
Aiden: [Deep breath]
5.
Michael: Hey, Aiden.
Aiden: Are you working?
Michael: I'm on break. How are you?
Aiden: I guess I'm doing okay to your standards. With drugs and stuff. How are you guys doing?
Michael: Lucas and I are doing well.
6.
Michael: I'm not just asking about drugs.
Aiden: So you're asking about the coma.
Michael: Not necessarily.
Aiden: So you are asking about drugs.
Michael: No, Aiden, I'm not.
Aiden: Sure. Everyone says that.
7.
Michael: You're being awfully cynical. I care about how you're feeling.
Aiden: Yeah. In terms of drugs.
Michael: Aiden— [Sigh] Did you need something?
Aiden: I guess I just wanted to catch up but on second thought, maybe now's not the time.
8.
Michael: Now works just fine.
Aiden: Well, I don't want to argue.
Michael: Why would we argue?
9.
[Call ended]
Michael: [Sigh]
10.
Lucas: I hate this fucking job. Some guy swims in a fucking lake with a fresh tattoo, gets an infection and blames me for it? As if I didn't specifically tell him to not do that. Obviously. Also, Michael, don't tell me you're calling Aiden again, it counts as harassment at this point.
Michael: He called me.
11.
Lucas: What did he want?
Michael: I couldn't tell you. He said he wanted to catch up and promptly hung up.
Lucas: Sounds like typical Aiden behavior. I wouldn't worry too much, he'll be fine. As fine as Aiden ever is, anyway.
Michael: That's why I'm worried.
12.
Lucas: Point is, there's nothing we can do about it and he doesn't want our help.
Michael: He says he doesn't want it.
Lucas: You're not going to change his mind by harassing him.
13.
Lucas: Either way, you're not just worrying about this, you're obsessing. I'm getting worried about you being worried.
Michael: You're going to make me worry about you being worried about me.
Lucas: Look, you're better off spending your energy on something else. You're not helping him and you're definitely not helping yourself.
14.
Lucas: Worry about me instead. It's kind of hot.
Michael: Worry about what, exactly?
Lucas: The emotional torture of my job?
Michael: Knowing your wage, it's hard to feel bad for you.
Lucas: You're so boring, Michael. What's the point of having a boyfriend if you're not going to worry about me?
15.
Lucas: I need to go back to suffering.
Michael: I'm sure you'll manage.
Lucas: Maybe. Love you.
Michael: Love you too.
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NaNoWriMo / Day 30
2,265 words
50,001 / 50k
I. Fucking. Did it.
And I can proudly say that I was confident through at least 98% of this that I'd make it. There was a little doubt when I was in a rut and started to fall behind, and then when I got sick it was a FIGHT.
But here we are. 50,000 words later.
What now? lol Kidding. I'm going to take a couple days away from my project completely and tend to things I neglected this month in favor of writing. And there's this other little side project I've been anxiously waiting to start putting together.
The rest of December is going to be about:
sorting the chaos I have going on in Scrivener
assessing what I've written and what still needs to be covered
re-outlining
researching
sitting down one-on-one with each character and really flushing out their story and all the details that make up who they are
Hopefully, by January, I'll be in good shape to finish up the first draft 😬 🤞🏼
For now, I'm just going to be so fucking proud of myself for winning my first NaNoWriMo 🧡
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The older I get the more I understand decaf coffee. I don't really like coffee so I don't drink it very often and when I do it's basically a milkshake, but I am a horrible little goblin who genuinely enjoys the horrific chemical bite of redbull. But now that I'm in my 30s, I drink half a redbull and feel like I'm about to go into cardiac arrest and I'm pretty sure the walls are plotting against me. But I like the taste and want like 1/6th the caffeine of one can while still getting to sip on almost 9 ounces of sugar flavored battery acid.
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