If anyone steals this, I will hunt you down by your computer's personal code and send you a virus all wrapped up in a cute little package. I will find you...
Enjoy!
"There's no answers left.
That's what we've learned. People have tried to hard; squeezed all of the knowledge out of situations until there's none left. That's what happens when you look too far into something. They try to find explanations, ignoring the proof that is waved right under their noses.
They try to forget it. They try to ignore it. The hard, cold fact is: they do exist. They're everywhere. Normally they're not a problem, but when they are, things get out of hand. Fast.
That's where we come in. We're here to tell you: there's no answers left.
Only one. They are-"
"Your hand is shaking."
"Violet!" Brandon set down the video camera with an exasperated air.
"And you repeated yourself. And contradicted yourself." Violet pulled her head out of the refrigerator, sweeping her dark hair over one shoulder. One carton of milk in her hand and four spoons in the other, she shut the fridge and walked over to the counter behind Brandon.
"Andy was listening, and I don't hear him complaining." Brandon said, trying to keep his calm demeanor. The camera shut itself off with a 'blip'.
Violet rolled her eyes and aimed the unused mixing spoon at the couch, where a pair of legs was sticking out from behind the back. She flipped the spoon across the room and a rather loud voice said, "Guh! I'm awake!"
Brandon's head hit his desk with a rather loud thump.
"Izzat coffee?" Violet looked over to see Andy's tousled sandy hair and squinting eyes peeking over the back of the couch.
"Yep!." She answered cheerily, pouring out four cups and picking up two of them.
"Uh.." Andy grunted, holding out one hand and curling his fingers in the 'gimmie' motion. Violet laughed and walked over, handing him a mug before settling onto the armrest.
"I hate you all." Brandon said, sulkily, reaching over and grabbing a cup off the counter.
"Do I smell coffee?" A fourth voice drifted down the stairs.
"On the counter, Zach!" Violet called. This was a normal morning. Well, as normal a morning as this particular group of people could manage.
 Anjeka · Thu Apr 24, 2008 @ 03:26am · 2 Comments |
