CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
"We're all slowly dying, you know," said Johnny, as he lay in bed beside Lisa.
"I'm well aware of that," said Lisa.
"But it can happen anytime. I mean, it's not like they give you a date or anything. It could happen right now, if your bed exploded or something."
"Why would my bed explode?"
"Oh I don't know, maybe all the HOT SEX?"
She laughed. "Maybe."
"You sure you don't want to go out?" asked Johnny. He had wanted to go out. He hadn't wanted to be alone with Lisa. He couldn't face asking her about the slapping of Zoe. He couldn't face the thought of finding out she might be crazy. Outside there would be distractions, many distractions. But Lisa had took him straight to bed and he couldn't really argue with that.
"I hate going out," she said.
"You're out all the time!"
"Yeah, but I hate it."
"You have friends...that gay guy..."
"He's not gay. And I hardly ever see him. I'm good at faking it around people, Johnny, that's all. This is the real me. The me only you see."
"Yeah. You see the real me too," he lied. Was it a lie? "So, some guy who used to punch me came over yesterday."
"Oh?"
"Yeah...still, I guess he's not so different from you...since you slapped Zoe."
"I thought her name was Claire?"
"Not important! You slapped the shit out of that bitch!"
"Well, she deserved it."
"Tell me, Lisa and be honest..." This was hard for him to say but he spat out it. "When you were crazy, did you used to hit people?"
"No."
"Oh."
"I don't hit people often, Johnny."
"That's a relief."
"BUT I DO!" shouted Fists McGee as he came jumping out the wardrobe.
"NOOOOOOOOO!" cried Johnny, diving in front of Lisa to protect her.
"Err, Johnny, what's wrong?" asked Lisa. Johnny looked up. Fists wasn't there. He had imagined it, of course...but it had seemed so real. Scarily real.
"Just my brain," he said.
"I'm well aware of that," said Lisa.
"But it can happen anytime. I mean, it's not like they give you a date or anything. It could happen right now, if your bed exploded or something."
"Why would my bed explode?"
"Oh I don't know, maybe all the HOT SEX?"
She laughed. "Maybe."
"You sure you don't want to go out?" asked Johnny. He had wanted to go out. He hadn't wanted to be alone with Lisa. He couldn't face asking her about the slapping of Zoe. He couldn't face the thought of finding out she might be crazy. Outside there would be distractions, many distractions. But Lisa had took him straight to bed and he couldn't really argue with that.
"I hate going out," she said.
"You're out all the time!"
"Yeah, but I hate it."
"You have friends...that gay guy..."
"He's not gay. And I hardly ever see him. I'm good at faking it around people, Johnny, that's all. This is the real me. The me only you see."
"Yeah. You see the real me too," he lied. Was it a lie? "So, some guy who used to punch me came over yesterday."
"Oh?"
"Yeah...still, I guess he's not so different from you...since you slapped Zoe."
"I thought her name was Claire?"
"Not important! You slapped the shit out of that bitch!"
"Well, she deserved it."
"Tell me, Lisa and be honest..." This was hard for him to say but he spat out it. "When you were crazy, did you used to hit people?"
"No."
"Oh."
"I don't hit people often, Johnny."
"That's a relief."
"BUT I DO!" shouted Fists McGee as he came jumping out the wardrobe.
"NOOOOOOOOO!" cried Johnny, diving in front of Lisa to protect her.
"Err, Johnny, what's wrong?" asked Lisa. Johnny looked up. Fists wasn't there. He had imagined it, of course...but it had seemed so real. Scarily real.
"Just my brain," he said.
