Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2010 19:24:30 GMT -5
‘Initializing, Please Wait…’
George’s patience began to wane as he awaited the start of his show; he had been waiting quite a while for the new season to begin.
The timing however was off, because at the moment he was with four very odd men. First was Damian, the teenaged elfin claimant who was presently aggrandizing the fact that George never let him watch football.
“I swear,” he cried, his voice fraught with anger. “It’s a conspiracy; you’re all against me, the lot of you!”
“Would you stop yelling.” the normally erudite and suave Ryan asked, wincing at Damian’s racket. “You’re giving me a headache.”
“Good,” Paul said “you deserve it.” The also-ran was still sore about how it was always written into the script that Ryan got the girl, not just any girl mind you, his girl.
“Shut up, Paul.” All the guys said at once.
“Shh Paul,” Keith said. Keith was probably the weirdest of all of the lot, he wore a mis-matched ensemble of camouflaged shorts, a sky blue button up shirt, electric blue slip-on shoes with red socks, and to top it off, a black fedora that refused to stay tilted. “Hear that?” he continued “That’s the world’s smallest violin, playing the world’s saddest song, just for you.” Keith had whispered. “Listen to it.” He said abruptly.
Paul scoffed and went back to his book.
“George, c’mon,” Damian whined. “Can we watch my show? PLEASE!”
“Stop yelling, kid!” Ryan yelled.
“Don’t yell at him!” Paul cried even louder. Keith shook his head at the chaos and went back to strumming his guitar. George’s anger had peaked. He was close to gagging and tethering up all of them.
“Would you please be quiet?! George shouted above the noise.
The boys half expected a chasm to have opened up beneath them at the reverberation of his voice. George never got angry.
“I just want to watch my--” he looked up just in time to see the TV flash off and a blue screen pop up, with white letters flashing ‘initializing, please wait…’ continuously.
George sighed, then sat up and walked out of sight. They heard a door shut softly from somewhere in the bellows of the apartment. A few moments later and they were still staring after him.
“Hey!” Damian said suddenly, “Its back! Let’s watch ‘Lost’!
“No,” Paul said. “I want to--” They heard something shattering upon impact of what sounded to be George’s door. “…read my book.” He finished, then quickly resumed to doing just that.
The End
George’s patience began to wane as he awaited the start of his show; he had been waiting quite a while for the new season to begin.
The timing however was off, because at the moment he was with four very odd men. First was Damian, the teenaged elfin claimant who was presently aggrandizing the fact that George never let him watch football.
“I swear,” he cried, his voice fraught with anger. “It’s a conspiracy; you’re all against me, the lot of you!”
“Would you stop yelling.” the normally erudite and suave Ryan asked, wincing at Damian’s racket. “You’re giving me a headache.”
“Good,” Paul said “you deserve it.” The also-ran was still sore about how it was always written into the script that Ryan got the girl, not just any girl mind you, his girl.
“Shut up, Paul.” All the guys said at once.
“Shh Paul,” Keith said. Keith was probably the weirdest of all of the lot, he wore a mis-matched ensemble of camouflaged shorts, a sky blue button up shirt, electric blue slip-on shoes with red socks, and to top it off, a black fedora that refused to stay tilted. “Hear that?” he continued “That’s the world’s smallest violin, playing the world’s saddest song, just for you.” Keith had whispered. “Listen to it.” He said abruptly.
Paul scoffed and went back to his book.
“George, c’mon,” Damian whined. “Can we watch my show? PLEASE!”
“Stop yelling, kid!” Ryan yelled.
“Don’t yell at him!” Paul cried even louder. Keith shook his head at the chaos and went back to strumming his guitar. George’s anger had peaked. He was close to gagging and tethering up all of them.
“Would you please be quiet?! George shouted above the noise.
The boys half expected a chasm to have opened up beneath them at the reverberation of his voice. George never got angry.
“I just want to watch my--” he looked up just in time to see the TV flash off and a blue screen pop up, with white letters flashing ‘initializing, please wait…’ continuously.
George sighed, then sat up and walked out of sight. They heard a door shut softly from somewhere in the bellows of the apartment. A few moments later and they were still staring after him.
“Hey!” Damian said suddenly, “Its back! Let’s watch ‘Lost’!
“No,” Paul said. “I want to--” They heard something shattering upon impact of what sounded to be George’s door. “…read my book.” He finished, then quickly resumed to doing just that.
The End