Thread: Taking Time Off (9/5/09 Attn: Anyone)

Written by: Moose

JTM wakes up the next night, a strange BEEPing noise coming from his living room. He staggers sluggishly from the bed.

Man what a night. I overslept again, dammit.

“What the fuck is that goddamn noise!!!!!”

He slowly moves to the fridge and reaches in for his nightly beer. He goes for a bottle and sees one is missing inside. His burger from McDonalds is gone. He ate that last night.

“Ok, who’s the asshole that fucked with my beer.”

He takes it out shutting the door, the BEEPing noise louder now that he has moved his happy ass into the living room.

“Oh…my…fucking…god!!!”

He looks in there to see a very strange sight. On his table sits the dirty bear that Maddy gave him, McDonald’s fries stuffed into the hole where his head would have been, an open pink Happy Meal box, the Barbie toy surprise from the Happy Meal clutched by the bear’s paws like it’s his date, the remote to the TV next to them, a balled up burger wrapper, a half full drink by Barbie, a half drank beer next to the bear,. The bear is holding his cell in his other paw, the BEEPing noise emanating from there.

He looks down at the bear, seeing that his cell has messages and it is beeping an alarm clock tone now. He gets a look of confusion on his face.

“So this is what you do when I’m away, party without me. Since you’ve been up, have I got any messages or did you even bother manning the cell? Fucking macking with Barbie, what would Ken think about this shit, and your damn bestiality. Give me the phone dammit!!!!”

He grabs the cell from the bear, the BEEPing sound continuing as he looks at it. He sits his ass down on the couch, bear and Barbie silhouetted in the TV screen view, as he reaches for the remote. He clicks the TV on, hearing the Home Shopping Network blasting back at him.

“What the fuck is this shit!!!! Change that, right now!!”

He looks at the bear sternly pissed.

“You better not have ordered anything either. Bad enough dealing with the chaos of stupid kindred visiting me out of place. I don’t need other people shipping me shit. You had food. You don’t need to impress Barbie. She aint going nowhere. You’re grounded mister…(pauses a bit)…Wait, what the fuck am I doing…”

He shakes his head back and forth realizing he’s having a convo with an inanimate object, and losing. He changes the channel back to music videos, trying to relax, but the loud BEEPing noise ensues. He checks the cell screen showing him an alarm tone to turn off. He clicks it off. Last thing he remembered from the other night was eating the McDonald’s burger, disgusted at its bland taste. Everything else was a blur after that as to what transpired next.

“Ah, there that’s much better. That’s the last time I eat cow-free McDonald’s, that’s for sure. Makes me do some really strange shit.”

He lounges, watching the TV relaxing, if he can tonight. Fitz’s orders to “take a few days off.”

Finally, some peace and quiet.

Written by:Lauren McMenimen

*She pushes her first reaction back, deciding it would be best to not say it. She takes another drink of her beer.*

She wouldn't of had to if you hadn't been an ass...

*She thinks of how to phrase her words so that she didn't piss him off.*

"I will wipe Emma of her boon, if you start showing Sabre some respect. Whatever differences you have, put them behind you."

*She finishes off the beer, and sets the bottle down on the coffee table.*

"Deal?"