An almost completely dialogue story XD;
Andrew and Kyle, friends, sit in a small coffee shop, talking. The one who starts the conversation is Andrew.
-Simplicity-
"If I died, would you cry?"
"What?"
"You heard me."
"No I didn't...Because I heard 'If I died, would you cry?', and you didn't say that."
"Yeah I did."
"Stop lying, you wouldn't ask something like that."
"I'm not allowed to think outside the box?"
"No."
"Says who?"
"Me."
"And who is this 'me'?"
"G-d." My last comment must've been funny, because Andrew started laughing.
"What?"
"You're not G-d."
"Shut up," I sipped my coffee. We sat in the dingy coffee shop on the corner, called Le Coffee Shoppe. How original.
"I will not." Andrew enjoyed arguing with me. Considering we've only been friends for the last fifteen of our twenty-five years of life, I don't blame him.
"Will to."
"Fine," he sipped his own coffee, and brushed his hair from his eyes.
"You never answered my question." His eyes were innocent as he broke the silence between us, interrupting the mindless chatter around us.
"No, I will not cry if you die."
"Ugh," he began, "That hurts."
"And I care...?"
"You should."
"Why?"
"Hmm...Because you are G-d? He cares for everyone." He was so childish sometimes. I guess he is what I've always wanted to be, so I keep him around.
"I am not."
"You said you were!"
"And you said I wasn't, and now you say I am."
"And I said you weren't because you said you were, and now I say you are, in which, of course, you say nay."
"Shut up."
"I have a question for you."
"I thought I said shut up." He never leaves me alone. I appriciate it, always.
"If you were met with a liar, and he told you something important about your mum, like she's in the hospital or something, would you trust him because he swore it, or would you think, 'He's lying' because he is a liar? How could you trust a liar's word if he's a liar? What if he said he was lying, but he was telling the truth, in which he was lying, and you believed him?"
"That's three. Shut up."
"Why?"
"You're making me think."
"Poor baby."
"Ugh."
"My name might not even be Andrew, I could've lied to you, and still I could be lying."
"For fifteen years? You can't even lie to Laura, when she asks why the toilet's all plugged up."
"Once I told her I dropped the soap."
"In the toilet?"
"Yep."
"Ew."
"She got mad at me."
"No way," I flagged down the waitress, as I replied sarcastically. "More coffee please, decaffinated..." My words to the woman were soft, and kind, unlike those directed at Andrew. Those were hard and cutting. And friendly...
"Dude, guess what."
"What?"
"I just thought of something."
"What this time?"
"What if we were to invent the world's first lawnmower with a television built on? I mean, wouldn't that be awesome?"
"A mower...With a T.V. on it..."
"Yeah," he seemed too innocent at this point.
"You loser. How do you watch T.V. while you're mowing? You have to watch where you're going, not watch soap operas."
"..." He sipped his coffee.
"You know that song, Annihilation, by A Perfect Circle?"
"Yes, Andrew, I know it."
"I just thought of it. I don't know why."
"Ok. This makes my life better, how?"
"It makes you think of it, and then hum it, and some hot chick who loves A Perfect Circle with reconize it and throw herself at you, and make love with you, and bear your children. And you will thank me."
"I can picture it...'Oh! I love that song! I LOVE A Perfect Circle, Kyle, and I LOVE you!'" I tried to do my best girly voice. I put my hands up, palms facing Andrew, who was sitting across from me, and wiggled my fingers. "You're a loser."
"What if someone wrote down everything we said and sold it as a book?"
"...That will never happen. We're just Kyle and Andrew, who would write down what we say?"
"I don't know..."
"They write down the words of famous people, like Benjamin Franklin."
"...Who?"
"Oi!"
"What?"
"Idiot."
"Not nice, Kylie."
"Don't call me that."
"Don't be such a baby."
"Shut up."
"Hmm, I think I hear Laura calling." A moment after he spoke, his cell phone rang. A basic chirp. Though, his phone had an odd add-on. It vibrated when Laura was calling, before it rang. A simple mind trick for the lesser knowing co-workers.
"Hello?" He answered. "Mmm-hmm..." He nodded, as if she could see him through the phone.
"Alright, talk to you later, hun." He hung up.
"Well?"
"I can go."
"Sweet."
"Yeah."
"But?"
"But, there's a catch."
"Well?"
"She said I have to buy her a shirt or something."
"A shirt?"
"A shirt."
"A shirt..."
"That's what I said."
"I know."
"Then why'd you repeat it?"
"Because I wanted to."
"I read a book."
"You?"
"Me."
"Did it have pictures and everything?"
"Nope. Chapters."
"Wow. Does Laura know?"
"Yep."
"What was it called?"
"Innocence. By a lady named Jane Meldelsohn."
"I've heard of her."
"You should read the book."
"What's it about?"
"Vampires."
"And?"
"Other stuff."
"You still read it...All of it?"
"Yep."
"Oh my G-d, it's the end of the world as we know it."
"Oh hush."
"Stop pulling my leg...You didn't read a book."
"Yeah I did."
"Impossible."
"Entirely possible."
"No, it's not."
"Kyle, I assure you, I have read this book."
"Why?"
"I was bored?"
"Not good enough."
"Oh well."
Andrew and Kyle, friends, sit in a small coffee shop, talking. The one who starts the conversation is Andrew.
-Simplicity-
"If I died, would you cry?"
"What?"
"You heard me."
"No I didn't...Because I heard 'If I died, would you cry?', and you didn't say that."
"Yeah I did."
"Stop lying, you wouldn't ask something like that."
"I'm not allowed to think outside the box?"
"No."
"Says who?"
"Me."
"And who is this 'me'?"
"G-d." My last comment must've been funny, because Andrew started laughing.
"What?"
"You're not G-d."
"Shut up," I sipped my coffee. We sat in the dingy coffee shop on the corner, called Le Coffee Shoppe. How original.
"I will not." Andrew enjoyed arguing with me. Considering we've only been friends for the last fifteen of our twenty-five years of life, I don't blame him.
"Will to."
"Fine," he sipped his own coffee, and brushed his hair from his eyes.
"You never answered my question." His eyes were innocent as he broke the silence between us, interrupting the mindless chatter around us.
"No, I will not cry if you die."
"Ugh," he began, "That hurts."
"And I care...?"
"You should."
"Why?"
"Hmm...Because you are G-d? He cares for everyone." He was so childish sometimes. I guess he is what I've always wanted to be, so I keep him around.
"I am not."
"You said you were!"
"And you said I wasn't, and now you say I am."
"And I said you weren't because you said you were, and now I say you are, in which, of course, you say nay."
"Shut up."
"I have a question for you."
"I thought I said shut up." He never leaves me alone. I appriciate it, always.
"If you were met with a liar, and he told you something important about your mum, like she's in the hospital or something, would you trust him because he swore it, or would you think, 'He's lying' because he is a liar? How could you trust a liar's word if he's a liar? What if he said he was lying, but he was telling the truth, in which he was lying, and you believed him?"
"That's three. Shut up."
"Why?"
"You're making me think."
"Poor baby."
"Ugh."
"My name might not even be Andrew, I could've lied to you, and still I could be lying."
"For fifteen years? You can't even lie to Laura, when she asks why the toilet's all plugged up."
"Once I told her I dropped the soap."
"In the toilet?"
"Yep."
"Ew."
"She got mad at me."
"No way," I flagged down the waitress, as I replied sarcastically. "More coffee please, decaffinated..." My words to the woman were soft, and kind, unlike those directed at Andrew. Those were hard and cutting. And friendly...
"Dude, guess what."
"What?"
"I just thought of something."
"What this time?"
"What if we were to invent the world's first lawnmower with a television built on? I mean, wouldn't that be awesome?"
"A mower...With a T.V. on it..."
"Yeah," he seemed too innocent at this point.
"You loser. How do you watch T.V. while you're mowing? You have to watch where you're going, not watch soap operas."
"..." He sipped his coffee.
"You know that song, Annihilation, by A Perfect Circle?"
"Yes, Andrew, I know it."
"I just thought of it. I don't know why."
"Ok. This makes my life better, how?"
"It makes you think of it, and then hum it, and some hot chick who loves A Perfect Circle with reconize it and throw herself at you, and make love with you, and bear your children. And you will thank me."
"I can picture it...'Oh! I love that song! I LOVE A Perfect Circle, Kyle, and I LOVE you!'" I tried to do my best girly voice. I put my hands up, palms facing Andrew, who was sitting across from me, and wiggled my fingers. "You're a loser."
"What if someone wrote down everything we said and sold it as a book?"
"...That will never happen. We're just Kyle and Andrew, who would write down what we say?"
"I don't know..."
"They write down the words of famous people, like Benjamin Franklin."
"...Who?"
"Oi!"
"What?"
"Idiot."
"Not nice, Kylie."
"Don't call me that."
"Don't be such a baby."
"Shut up."
"Hmm, I think I hear Laura calling." A moment after he spoke, his cell phone rang. A basic chirp. Though, his phone had an odd add-on. It vibrated when Laura was calling, before it rang. A simple mind trick for the lesser knowing co-workers.
"Hello?" He answered. "Mmm-hmm..." He nodded, as if she could see him through the phone.
"Alright, talk to you later, hun." He hung up.
"Well?"
"I can go."
"Sweet."
"Yeah."
"But?"
"But, there's a catch."
"Well?"
"She said I have to buy her a shirt or something."
"A shirt?"
"A shirt."
"A shirt..."
"That's what I said."
"I know."
"Then why'd you repeat it?"
"Because I wanted to."
"I read a book."
"You?"
"Me."
"Did it have pictures and everything?"
"Nope. Chapters."
"Wow. Does Laura know?"
"Yep."
"What was it called?"
"Innocence. By a lady named Jane Meldelsohn."
"I've heard of her."
"You should read the book."
"What's it about?"
"Vampires."
"And?"
"Other stuff."
"You still read it...All of it?"
"Yep."
"Oh my G-d, it's the end of the world as we know it."
"Oh hush."
"Stop pulling my leg...You didn't read a book."
"Yeah I did."
"Impossible."
"Entirely possible."
"No, it's not."
"Kyle, I assure you, I have read this book."
"Why?"
"I was bored?"
"Not good enough."
"Oh well."
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