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Bradley sat back down on his bed. “Whatever. At least I know now that you don’t dream of killing me.” He looked back up at Max and smirked a little. “Apparently you want to save me again.”
Max chuckled a little. “Eh, now that I have the taste...”
The author jumps into the story. “Guys,” she said, glaring at the men. “I need you to STOP flirting so much.”
Bradley rolled his eyes as he leaned back on his hands behind him. “You’re the one letting us get this bad.”
“Honestly, yeah, this is your doing,” Max said, crossing his arms over his chest. “Just come up with something else.”
The author groans. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to try and get you two to stay on course when I don’t know how the scene is going to go beforehand?!”
Bradley looked at his nail buds. “Sounds like a you problem.”
“You really are an ass.”
“Hey, you wrote me this way, baby.”
“I thought I was baby?” Max asked with a frown.
“No, you’re darling, darling,” Bradley reassured him. “And lover, and my fuck boy—”
“OKAY!” the author shouted. “That’s enough! This is not that kind of story!”
“It could be.”
“Yeah, when do we get to the fun stuff?”
“I hate you both.”
“Liar,” they said at the same time, each giving her a cheeky grin.
“I can’t even use this bit in the story!” she stated as she stomped her foot. “I’m not supposed to be in this!”
“Looks like you’ll have to save this to another document and just post random scenes you sometimes write out because we like to take over the script,” Max stated, looking as smug as ever.
She huffed. “I can’t do that!”
Bradley raised an eyebrow. “Why not? It wouldn’t be the strangest thing on the internet.”
The author scrunched up her face and turned away from them. “People might not like it.”
“Hey, whoa,” Max said, walking over to her. “What happened to writing what you want to read?”
“Seriously, Angels,” Bradley said, standing up and joining her side. “You’re writing all of this for you. The muse wants you to share these thoughts, so share them.”
She turned to them with a sigh. “I don’t know about that. It’s one thing when it’s just the actual story, but another when it’s my random thoughts taking over.”
“Aw, come on!” Max said, throwing an arm around her shoulders. “You used to do things like this all the time.”
Angels felt herself blush. “Please! That was in the privacy of my room! And I did it way too often.”
“Talking to imaginary characters?”
“Yes! I don’t know why I do this.”
“Probably because you didn’t really have anyone to talk to in the late nights your insomnia kept you awake.”
“At least she doesn’t sleep walk,” Bradley muttered, earning a shove from Max.
“You know that part of me is based off her spouse!!”
“And a little bit of watching the episode of Goof Troop where Goofy was going to skate the largest skateboarding ramp ever,” she added. “You and PJ had to stop your dad from trying it while he was sleep walking!”
“Ah, fun times.”
“Seriously, what is in Spoonerville’s water supply?”
“Hey, the show was written in the 80’s and 90’s. It was a wild time.”
“And you are cartoon dogs that can talk and walk on two legs.”
Bradley huffed. “Fair point.”
“But isn’t it funny how some people just don’t picture us that way?”
“Okay, I think we’re going way off track here.”
“I don’t think the train is even on the planet anymore.”
“This is a lot of dialogue without movement.”
“Uggh, you know I have to get the words out before I can write the descriptions!”
“And now you wasted this time having us talk to you instead of fixing the scene.”
“Well...” A sigh left her. “I guess I’ll try again in the morning.”